#Yves | Aphrodite born

[scaledmedic]

“I’m leaving before I’ll say anything I’ll regret,” he says, voice taut and restrained. Julian takes his staff with him, ignoring Yves’ words. Adding fire to a flame, one the younger has no need to know. “When did you two become so close anyway?” When I told him of my fiance. When I told him of Poland. When I told him about Vincent. Memories flood his mind but he keeps his mouth shut. He knows better—he shouldn’t outburst. Julian glances over his shoulder, but he’s already well off to Voithos, aiming to get his notes ready and dive himself in the infirmary.

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Julian takes Yves’s hand off of him immediately, with a little kindness to his wrist and that’s as much as he can spare in the moment. What’s happened this morning? How’d it get to this? “No, they don’t happen to me. I don’t ruin people’s love lives, Yves. I don’t cause that kind of pain.” I don’t want to cause it. Julian sucks in a breath and pinches his nose. “You can be close friends with more than one person, and vice versa. There’s no competition to be had, if that’s what you’re looking for.” Julian tucks his hand in his pocket, trying to gauge why this feels like high school all over again.

“I know you’re hurt, but there’s no reason to be so rude about it.” Yves pats his own hand, as if something vile happened to it. “So what, you want me so bad you’re going after my friends too? That’s a bit stalker-ish, even for you.” Just one more person Yves needs to warn Credence about. He knows he’s not being fair. Yves owes Julian his life, so what’s a little sharing of a friend? Still, it bugs him. “When did you two become close anyway? Do you go to his room at night?”

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The boat ride, as far as Viktor said, was an interesting one. More or less two lovers going out with a bang, which left Romeo and Miles none the wiser. Sort of. Julian left his and Vince’s tent to keep watch with the fire. Surrounded by soot, cars, oil drums and imps, it truly was an eery hell-scape. Quiet and concerning, all wrapped in one. Julian looked over his shoulder when he noticed Yves joining the fray. After Gideon’s soul left into its next phase of life, he had a harder time to let the actual ‘death’ sink in.

“Good morning--or is it good evening? Hard to tell with the underworld. How’s Undertown treating you?”

@yvesderosesexy​

[scaledmedic]

Does he expect anyone to notice his disappearance? No; it’s too early in the morning from when he left. Now, just shy of noon, he’s back from a quest that’s taken hours and not days. Even though the plague’s been nipped at the bud, his conscience isn’t sold on it. He doesn’t expect to see Yves around, not when the boy could be talking with other people, ones he’s had a good repertoire with. Julian adjusts his armor and looks over the staff in his possession, “Did I miss anything?” he manages to get out, turning his head to the son of Aphrodite nearby.

@yvesderosesexy​

[scaledmedic]

𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐢

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

@yvesderosesexy

[scaledmedic]

Julian’s lips are in a flat line. He winces slightly when Yves plucks a feather off his shoulder. “They’re grown. Magic from Circe’s island caused...this,” he gestures, feeling the feathers on his arm move along with the motion. It’s unnatural, it’s strange. He feels like this body’s not even his from how constant the feathers are in his nervous system. The joke’s funny yet it doesn’t get a laugh off him. It does, in the end, get a bitter smile. “I don’t know how long this’ll last. I’ve tried everything to no avail. Plucking just has them growing right on back”.

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Circe’s island was said and done. But what happened–it still stuck with them. Some more than others, such as the golden feathers still on his skin. Body. Julian tried multiple times to pluck them and pray for their removal, yet they did not budge. The demigod had taken himself to the outskirts of the camp, closer towards the memorial. Rarely anyone visited the memorial–or so he thought. He heard footsteps nearby and his eyes shot over. Shirtless, shawl draped over his lap, that mutation of his was on clear display. Yves. “What brings you around here?” 

@yvesderosesexy

Yves errupts in laughter when he realizes the giant bird he’d spotted is actually the respected doctor. “What the fuck, Julian?” he wheezes, getting closer, so he can observe the mutations better. This would definitely be something to mention in his diary, i he kept one. “Did the Rio de Janeiro carnival threw up on you, or what?” Yves says, plucking one feather, just to check how hard they were glued to Julian’s skin. “Wait… this looks frighteningly realistic.”

[scaledmedic]

👀 FMK Aphrodite, Athena, or Apollo?

eyes + q will grant you a truth!

Another question, another answer. He feels too old for the plain ol’ “Fuck, Marry, Kill” game that either riles kids up or gives a chilling realization as to which part of the group they’ll land on. Julian glances at the options, humming in interest. “Yves, Xavier, and Grey? You’re giving me quite the variety, there,” he admits and runs his hand along his face. Dios mio, what to do? 

“Give Greyson a little fun under the covers; the boy’s cute, nice, but I think there’s more to it than his sunny smile lets on. Marry Xavier, since he and I have books and learning in common. Not to mention his pursuit for history’s a commendable feat.” That leaves Yves, though. Admittedly, it’s either Grey or Yves to have sex with, but the son of Aphrodite’s an enigma he can’t pinpoint yet. “I’m not going to kill him; does kissing work? He’s hard to figure out, but I think he’d be a great kisser.”

@svnxrxse , @yvesderosesexy , @wisdomispwr

[scaledmedic]

It’s been a while since he and Yves chatted. He didn’t see the man at the party--perhaps due to his own late arrival--but he didn’t hear anything bad about him, either. Did that mean all was well? He hoped so. Not all problems were aired out to the world. Julian found him coming out of Aspida of all places; he knew Viktor and he were together, but he didn’t know more than that. 

Julian waved over to the son of Aphrodite, himself walking from the training grounds. Serpent staff at hand, it was a morning well spend. “Good morning, Yves. It’s been a little while; did you have fun at the party?” 

@yvesderosesexy

[scaledmedic]

Circe’s island was said and done. But what happened--it still stuck with them. Some more than others, such as the golden feathers still on his skin. Body. Julian tried multiple times to pluck them and pray for their removal, yet they did not budge. The demigod had taken himself to the outskirts of the camp, closer towards the memorial. Rarely anyone visited the memorial--or so he thought. He heard footsteps nearby and his eyes shot over. Shirtless, shawl draped over his lap, that mutation of his was on clear display. Yves. “What brings you around here?” 

@yvesderosesexy

[scaledmedic]

Julian takes Yves’s hand off of him immediately, with a little kindness to his wrist and that’s as much as he can spare in the moment. What’s happened this morning? How’d it get to this? “No, they don’t happen to me. I don’t ruin people’s love lives, Yves. I don’t cause that kind of pain.” I don’t want to cause it. Julian sucks in a breath and pinches his nose. “You can be close friends with more than one person, and vice versa. There’s no competition to be had, if that’s what you’re looking for.” Julian tucks his hand in his pocket, trying to gauge why this feels like high school all over again.

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Cue his confusion when Yves thinks he’s hitting on him. A miscommunication between them? Julian frowns even more, letting his hand drop to his side. “I have Keaton and Credence, they’re two of my close friends,” he answers. Greyson, Ender, Niko, too. His ‘deep’ pool has dwindled since the beginning but it is improving. He wrinkles his nose. “Taken—? I’m not trying to hit on you. I already know you and Viktor are together. Why would I want to ruin what you have?” To think he’d stoop low enough to involve himself in cheating—no.

“It’s okay, I get it. You’re old and lonely, and I’m very, very pretty. These things happen,” Yves tries to reasure the doctor, putting his own hand on the man’s shoulder, only in a lot less desperate way. Yves’ touch is polite and supportive, unlike Julian’s thirst for attention and romance. It’s all in the press of the fingers, Yves thinks. “Wait, what do you mean Credence is your close friend? He’s my close friend.”

[scaledmedic]

Cue his confusion when Yves thinks he’s hitting on him. A miscommunication between them? Julian frowns even more, letting his hand drop to his side. “I have Keaton and Credence, they’re two of my close friends,” he answers. Greyson, Ender, Niko, too. His ‘deep’ pool has dwindled since the beginning but it is improving. He wrinkles his nose. “Taken—? I’m not trying to hit on you. I already know you and Viktor are together. Why would I want to ruin what you have?” To think he’d stoop low enough to involve himself in cheating—no.

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He furrows his brow even more. Lonely? Him? It’s more likely than he thinks. Julian’s features lessen and he huffs a breath. Social life doesn’t work with his profession. Even at camp, his socializing isn’t as varied as it could be. Should it, does it need to be multicolored and diverse as the seven seas? Julian comes closer, resting his hand on the other’s shoulder. He thumbs the fabric and shakes his head. 

“What does a real friend feel like to you, Yves? I think choosing to come to camp, leave what life we had, is part of that choice.” After a pause, he nods off to the houses, “By staying here, we can choose to be part of each other’s lives or stay as colleagues, as you say. Deep friends, family, lovers, or just people that take up space.” Just as much of a choice as it is to come here, it is the same to leave.

It was Yves’ turn to spin down the rabbit hole of his own mind. What does a real friend feel like?, he wonders over and over while Julian makes a pretty daring move to hit on Yves. “Yeah, but do you have any of those? A deep friend? Because if you do, then you wouldn’t be seeking company in an already taken man,” Yves says with all of the compassion he’s capable of while glancing at Julian’s hand, the one so daringly touching Yves’ sexy shoulder.