#harleymaguire [005]

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@harleymaguire; post invasion

it'd  been  just  a  day  or  two  since  the  invasion,  silas  honestly  couldn't  tell.  he  ...hadn't  left  his  cabin  since.  it  wasn't  like  he  stopped  training,  he  hadn't...  he  just...  it  was  just..  different.  after  he  barely  escaped  death,  reality  came  crashing  down  on  him  &  it  wasn't  like  he  was  afraid  now,  because  he  wasn't.  it  wasn't  fear. 

  he  was  just  reminded  that  this  short  period  of  ..success  he'd  felt  ..  was  ..ephemeral.  he  was  still  the  same  &  that  wouldn't  change,  which  posed  the  entire  problem.  he'd  just  keep  on  failing.  knowing  that,  silas  ...slept  in.  he  slept  through  training  &  breakfast,  forgetting  he  had  a  young  godling  to  meet  this  morning,  although  even  if  he  remembered,  he  assumed  they'd  skip  training  due  to  having  to  recover.  silas  himself  was  black  &  blue  all  over,  that  thor's  child  having  done  quite  a  number  on  him.

  so  when  said  young  godling  stomped  into  his  cabin,  silas  grunted  softly,  surprised  ...honestly,  because  he  hadn't  expected  him  to  be  up  &  running.  meanwhile  silas, comfortable  in  his  bed &  not  very  eager  to  leave  it  anytime  soon,  should've  been.  was  that  depression  hitting  him?  fuck,  it'd  been  a  long..long  time.    "training's  cancelled,  go  home  an'  rest."  short,  to  the  point  &  then  he  rolled  onto  his  other  side  on  the  bed,  his  back  towards  the  other.

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"mmhh."  or  they  could  just  not.  little  huff,  a  little  grumble,  averting  the  younger  godling's  gaze.  he  still  wasn't  good  at  this.  though  he'd  dare  say  it  was  easier  now...  in  general.  with  harley.  "...great,  that's  not  specific  at  all."  so  in  other  words,  it  was  bullshit  &  harley  did  this  to  tease  him.  fine,  fine,  he  got  it.

  "yeah,  never  been  more  sure.  no  idea  what  you  heard."  oh  fuckin'  hell,  how  was  he  supposed  to  win  like  this?  when  harley  could  read  him....  all  the  time?  with  a  brain  as  busy  as  his  own,  he  was  just  ...  fucked  on  so  many  levels  &  only  one  of  them  promised  to  be  pleasant.  "pffhht,  i  tolerate  your  ass.  that's  all."  his  legs  had  given  way  to  harley's  presence  between  them  ...  on  instinct,  the  kratos  spawn's  sole  focus  on  on  harley.  his  eyes,  his  mouth,  his  hands.

  maybe...  skipping  training  today  was  good.  so  far  he  couldn't  find  it  in  himself  to  regret  it.  "you  talk  a  lot."  which  was  not  new,  yet  he  commented  anyway.  legs  somewhat  wrapped  around  the  other  godling,  holding  him  close,  wanting  him  ..close  while  hands  trailed  down  his  back.

“ooh you’re actually admitting it? maybe we’ll play a little game of how loud can we get papi to moan today, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrow at si, clearly in a far better mood than he was when he first came into the cabin, feeling lighter now that he knows silas was in a slightly better mood. “my definition is daddies who look fucking adorable when their hair everywhere and just woken up.”

edges of the texans lips curved up into a sly smirk, he hadn’t meant to, but he heard silas spiraling a little in his head over the son of hera’s comment about being smitten. “you sure about that? ‘cause i can feel the emotions radiating off of you, you’re smitten with me.” he continued to tease the older man from his position above him, he leaned in close, lips kissing the older man softly before they were moving to silas’ necks as he began pressing soft kisses up and down his skin, his hands sliding up the inside of silas’ shorts, so that his hands could grip those thick ass cheeks, giving them both a rough squeeze.

“you look so good like this, on your back for me.” he whispered in the mans ear, tongue gliding over the shell of his earlobe.

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"maybe  you  could."  whether  silas  would  let  him  was  the  true  question  they  had  to  get  down  to  answering,  though  ...knowing  himself....  harley  would  be  very  much  able  to.  they'd  been  there,  they'd  done  that.  "sounds  like  it."  silas  grumbled  quietly,  brows  furrowed  to  emphasize  the  level  of  grumpy  he  still  ...felt.  "i'm....  not.  the  fuck's  your  definition  of  cute.  makes  no  fuckin'  sense."

  "...shut  up.  the  hell  i  am."  he  wasn't  smitten  with  anybody  or  anything.  he  was  calm,  collected....  &  calculating.  always.  he  liked  harley,  sure,  but  ..  he  wasn't  smitten.  damnit.  he  did  ...  feel  much  lighter  right  now.  it  was  ..  strange.  he  felt  the  sadness  within  him  still,  the  hopelessness  &  the  anger,  but  ..  it  didn't  matter  right  now.  it  wasn't  stifling  anymore.  "do....  don't  i?"  he  very  much  did,  though  before  he  could  even  ....  he  was  on  his  back  with  a  young  godling  on  him.  okay  fine.  glancing  up  at  the  other  with  the  hint  of  a  smile  on  his  lips,  he  curled  a  big  hand  in  the  other's  shirt  to  tug  him  down  &  in  reach  for  a  kiss.

  "show  me  what  you  got."  it...  maybe  that  was  for  the  best.  he  didn't  really  want  to  go  out  &  harley  came  all  the  way.  for  him.

“you sure? maybe not purr but i’m sure i could pull some moans from you.” teasing tone in his voice, a hand running up and down silas’ side, just taking in this moment of peace, enjoying the moment of just their teasing and flirting, there was no voices in his, it was just them. it was perfect. “you know i did get hit in the head while training yesterday. maybe i’m concussed and i’m just talking bullshit.” het let out a laugh, burying his face in the crook of silas’ neck and pressing a soft kiss to the skin before pulling back. “or here’s the more realistic option. you’re just cute as fuck. you know when you do that scowl when you’re annoyed? or the look you get when you’re confused? also cute as fuck. just accept your fate as the cute old man of camp.”

“wow, sound logic, silas, how ever did you come up with that? plus, i’m the least biased person ever. you’re biased because you’re smitten over me.” plus, he could hear peoples thoughts, he heard when people were thinking shit about him when one of his abilities failed to hit, a lot of people seemed to forget that. sure the camp was full of hot godlings who were in the best shape their lives, but silas? he was on a whole other level of his own, he was absolutely stunning, and his body? it was stunning, had to show the man how much he really appreciated it. “i mean, you do owe me a training session, huh? you did stand me up.” he hummed, hands holding onto silas’ hips tight and flipping them over, so that silas’ back was on the mattress and harley was now on top of the older man. “i have a couple moves i could show you that i know.”

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"uhuh,  sure.  i  ain't  gonna  purr  though."  he  was  not  a  damn  cat.  or  had  cat  energy.  if  anything..  he  was  a  wolf,  there  was  a  reason  he  had  a  lone  wolf  on  his  shoulder.  okay,  maybe  there  was  more  to  that...  given  he'd  once  been  the  lion  of  new  haven.  no,  well  -  yes,  but  whatever.  he  wasn't  some  meme  cat.  yes,  he'd  seen  it.  alejandro  showed  it  to  him.  "someone  hit  you  on  the  head  recently?  's  all  gibberish  t'me."  though  he  felt  his  cheeks  redden  in  suble  embarassment.  too  much  attention,  too  much  talk  about  him.  he  didn't  like  it.  he  did  like  spending  time  with  the  younger  godling  though.  even  in  bed.  today  seemed  to  be  no  exception.

  "maybe  you're  biased  cause..  of  somethin'."  that  worked  out  great.  he  did  truly  believe  in  harley's  abilities.  more  than  in  his  own,  which  admittedly  wasn't  difficult  right  now.  "you  forget  i'm  a  lot  older  than  all  y'all.  get  to  my  age,  work  out,  same  thing."  though  he  assumed  that  ...his  divinity  played  a  part  in  it,  too.  he  was  built  bigger  &  broader  than  most  kids  in  camp.  by  nature  it  seemed.  not  that  that  was  of  any  importance  right  now  for  their  ...well,  banter.  he  wasn't  sure  what  he  was  doing,  but  ...  it  didn't  feel  wrong...  right  now.  maybe  he  just  needed  distraction,  someone  he  felt  comfortable  enough  with  to  let  go  with.

  or  maybe  harley's  rather  outspoken  &  direct  approach  was  what  he  needed  right  now.  lowering  his  body  a  little  so  it  rested  against  the  other's,  he  just  ..  let  it  happen.  lips  against  his,  breath  sucked  in  through  his  nose  to  extend  the  kiss  until  he  did  have  to  pull  away,  but  not  far  ..  "still  wanna  train?"  they  could  ...train..  right  here.

“oh come on, si, you have the biggest grumpy cat energy.” even before he got his telepathic and empathic abilities, he had always been a great judge of character, he could typically find out someones personality within minutes of meeting them. or maybe it was his godly gifts showing before he actually drank the ambrosia. “you’re not cute? puh-lease, who are you trying to kid, old man? we both know you’re darn right adorable.” he hummed against the mans lips, pressing another soft, sweet kiss to silas’ lips, already feeling himself getting addicted to the mans lips and warmth.

“mm, maybe. or maybe you’re just biased because you got me stuck in that pretty head of yours.” he teased the older man once again, he knew the potential his power had, hell he could probably take down some pretty powerful people without even lifting his hands. he just had to learn how to focus his abilities and he’d be a real contender. “yes that. look at these damn biceps of yours, half the twinks here wish they had ones that looked like that." he wasn’t lying earlier when he said silas looked so pretty with the bed head hair, and soft just woken up features, he looked absolutely stunning, especially when he pressed a quick kiss to his lips then rolled over on top of the son of hera, with hands on either side of his shoulders. “hi there, handsome.” he grinned up at silas, eyes staying glued to his, his hands moving to softly grip the mans waist, leaning up and pressing their lips together in a longer kiss, this one longer than the ones before.

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"i'm  never  sad  an'  i'm  not  a  cat."  maybe  he  should've  argued  about  the  grumpy  bit,  but  he  somewhat  couldn't.  he  knew  he  was....on  occasion.  it  was  crazy  how  harley  was  able  to  pick  up  on  these  things;  maybe  annoying  sometimes,  but  stilas  preferred  crazy.  in  a  positive  way.  impressive,  more  so,  even  if  it  annoyed  him  sometimes.  though  he  wondered  just  how  much  harley  picked  up  on.  his  secrets?  thoughts  he'd  rather  nobody  else  knows.  "i'm  also  not  cute."  how...could  he  even  think  that?  silas  was  so  far  from  being  cute.  this  also  wasn't  the  first  time  he  said  it  &  silas  still  didn't  get  it.  he  was  okay  with  not  elaborating  &  focusing  on  touch  instead.  lips  against  his  own,  familiar  &  soft.

  "you  ain't...  unable.  i've  seen  what  you  do."  he  wasn't  going  to  bring  up  the  club,  but  these  guys  didn't  do  so  hot  after  harley  went  haywire  on  their  brains.  "mmmm,  no.  not  that  either."  yes,  his  body  was  ...  the  product  of  a  lifetime  or  work...  in  addition  to  godly  genetics,  he  assumed  &  he  knew  he  was  built  stronger  than  many  in  camp,  which...  he  better  be,  because  he  trained  &  worked  out  most  of  his  damn  life  to  get  there.  but  he  still  didn't  want  to  really  be  reminded  that  they  were  ..  pretty  much  all  he  had  to  his  name.  "guess  the  age  works."  though  silas  felt  he  was  far  from  daddy  material,  but  okay..  "it's  okay  when  i  call  myself  old,  not  you,  kid."  a  quick  peck  to  the  younger  demigod's  lips,  but  silas  rolled  on  top  of  harley...  kind  of,  to  do  it.  arms  on  either  side  of  his  shoulders.

“i’m only teasing you, grumpy cat. you don’t have to go crying to anyone, i can always tell when you’re sad anyway.” it was said in a teasing way, but it was also partially the truth, he could feel silas’ sadness and other emotions from several cabins away. even when he was trying not to. he knew how must people must hate him and his abilities at times. hell he hated them and himself most of the time. “you’re very grumpy, it’s cute. also yes, i do miss you during the day.” he told him, gripping his chin gently and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss, this time letting his lips linger.

“yeah maybe,” or maybe he was just weak. “anyway lets not talk about my inability to use my powers. and lets talk about those strong arms and fists of yours,” his hand moved just the slightest to give one of silas’ biceps a squeeze. he hadn’t expected to get this close to the older man when they first met, but in this moment he had zero regrets. not a single one. laying here, his arms wrapped around silas’ body, their bodies pressed together, nothing but the sound of their breathing and voices filling the room. it was almost perfect. “hey, what can i say? i have a lot of daddy issues.” he let out a loud laugh. “plus, it helps when said old man is as fine as you are.”

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"...i'm  not..  that.  i  jus'..  don't  go  cryin'  people  a  river."  so...  him  not  wanting  to  overshare  was  ...wrong?  seriously?  "old  enough  to  be  your  dad,  so  ...show  some  respect."  brows  raised  despite  the  subtle  frown  on  his  face  that  seemingly  always  remained.  he  really  was  a  little  shit,  that  smirk  alone  made  silas  want  to  groan  in  frustration.  "i'm  not  grumpy."  he  just  wasn't  ...  wait.  "spyin'  on  my  thoughts  during  the  day  huh?  you  miss  me  that  much?"

  "i  think  it  depends  on  the  enemy.  doubt  these  goblins  had  brains.  hard  to  crush  a  brain  that  don't  exist."  shrug,  which  was  easier  now  that  he  was  holding  onto  the  other  instead  of  being  stretched  out  on  the  bed.  he  never  thought  he'd  find  people  to  ..share  anything  with,  least  of  all  a  bed.  "pffhh,  i'll  remind  ya  of  today's  chat  when  i  bite  the  dust  next  time."  he  just  didn't  have  that  trust  in  himself  anymore.  he  knew  he'd  get  up  again  &  again,  but  what  for?  to  be  struck  down  again?

  "oh  yeah?  hittin'  on  an  old  man  in  midlife  crisis?"  though  he  was  far  from  upset.  well,  about  that  comment  anyway.

“toxic masculinity, it’s where you don’t like expressing your emotions. how have you not heard that saying? how old are you again?” he asked, the tone of his voice teasing to match the smirk plastered on his lips, eyes keeping contact with silas' own puppy like eyes. “oh i’m pretty sure i hear you calling me that at least five times a day. anyone ever tell you that you’re a grumpy old cat?”

“oh i know my power, everests power can be dangerous, i just don’t think i have a handle on it quite yet, though. i’ll get there, i know i will, but until i can get a handle on it i'm nothing more than a headache. and so will you, you’re gonna get an ability that’s gonna blow the rest of these twinks out of the water.” he could feel it in his very sole, he had so much faith and belief in the older man, just a shame silas didn’t have the same kind of feelings about himself. he knew he should change the subject, it was clear that silas’ mind should be focusing on something else, at least while he siphoned some of these emotions from the older man. “what do wanna talk about? cause all that is on my mind right now is handsome and soft you look right now, with this bedhead hair.” he teased, a hand stroking through his soft locks, fingertips raking over his scalp.

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"toxic  ..what?"  the  fuck  did  that  mean?  because  he  didn't  want  to  share  his  feelings?  what  good  did  that  do  anyway?  it  wouldn't  fix  anything.  it  wouldn't  change  anything.  he  just  wanted  to...  fuck,  he  didn't  even  know  what  he  wanted.  "someone  ever  tell  you  you're  a  lil'  shit?  i  probably  did."  he  ..  was  so  ...  it  was  so...  argh.  he  did  feel  a  little  calmer  already.

  "you  did  great.  as  someone  who  was  on  the  other  end  of  that  mental  shit  b'fore....  i'm  sure  you  did  more  than  scare  'm."  so  much  potential  harley  could  probably  unlock.  "shush.  i  wouldn't  say  ridiculously  good,  but  what  do  i  know,  right?"  he  was  cute  &  pretty,  silas  had  to  give  him  that.  he  never  thought  he'd  ...get  involved  with  a  younger  guy,  clearly  that  was  in  the  past.  hug  was  good.  warmth  was  good.  cold  washed  over  him  whenever  he  thought  of  the  moment  that  wave  of  power  hit  him.  a  little  shudder  rocked  his  body,  so  he  squeezed  tighter  again  the  other.

  "i  believe  in  you  too,  brat."  he  believed  in  harley,  he  did.  he  just  knew  himself  &  he  knew  his  limits.  sigh.  he  was  tired  of  thinking.  "can  we  talk  'bout  somethin'  else?  somethin'  that  don't  remind  me  of  that  fuckin'  piece  of  shit  almost  endin'  me."

typically harley didn’t force his way into his fellow godlings minds, he found it an invasion of privacy, but he was contradicting himself here, he was listening to silas’ thoughts, he wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not, but he was doing it. and maybe he didn’t mind being in his head, he was the only one with a mind as chaotic as the son of hera was. “what else am i supposed to do? you won’t tell me what’s really going on with you because of that dumb toxic masculinity barrier you have up.” he huffed, scowling at silas, but still a teasing smile on his features. “you might be able to fool the other bitches at camp, can’t fool me, sir.”

“please, my mind ain’t that powerful. i can barely get a mental hit when i’m fighting someone. what did i do when we were being invaded? scare a little goblin away?” he rolled his eyes once more, everyone here, including silas seemed to be such baddasses with their abilities, they were constantly killing it in quests. and harley was just there. “oh i am so stupid, but I make up for it in charm and ridiculously good looks.” he teased, bopping the tip of his nose against silas’, wrapping arms snug around silas, keeping their bodies snug together. “i’m confident because i believe in us, i believe you. in all of us.” of course harley’s mind hadn’t been doing too well since the invasion, but right now it was in the back of the mind, for some reason silas’ mind kept him calm.

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"stop  that.  you  don't  gotta  nest  in  my  damn  head,  damnit."  soft  grunt.  was  he  able  to  ...  you  hearin'  this?  probably.  ugh.  with  a  mind  as  busy  as  silas',  he  was  surprised  harley  even  spent  time  with  him  at  all.  sure,  he'd  somewhat  pushed  it  at  first,  but  nobody  should  be  alone  in  a  time  of  need  &  boy,  had  harley  needed  it.  not  even...  an  open  ear,  just  ..someone  bold  enough  to  force  help  on  him.  silas  was  still  glad  he  did,  even  though  the  young  godling  was  pretty  annoying  right  now.  he  really  was  pretty.  why  was  camp  full  of  pretty  guys?  "pfhhh,  i  got  no  heart.  just  the  fists."

  "says  the  kid  reading  minds  an'  cripplin'  brains  without  liftin'  a  finger."  atticus  had  the  eyes  that  could  see  through  everything  &  the  brains,  they  had  fire,  ice  ...wings.  was  he  the  only  one  who  saw  the  big  ass  difference  between  them?  silas  tried  so  hard  to  believe  it,  thought  if  he  just  trained  harder  than  them  all...  he  just  didn't  see  it  happening  anymore.  he  sighed  softly,  feeling  ...a  little  more  content  with  the  other  around  him  now.  "you're  not  stupid."  silas  grumbled,  brows  furrowed  when  their  eyes  met  again.  "'except  when  you're  sayin'  dumb  shit  like  that."  he  also  didn't  want  to  nap,  he  just  ..  didn't  want  to  think  for  a  while.  "how  the  fuck  are  you  so  ...confident  all  of  a  sudden?"  how  was  he  so  positive  after  what  happened?

“might be rude, but it’s the truth. silas you have the most amazing heart, i see it and feel it every single day at camp.” and boy was he thankful that the older man did take him into his cabin and looked after him emotionally, he didn’t think he could get through his time at camp and quests without the man. he was already…. so important to him. it was someone he never wanted to leave or lose. he'd try to protect him every chance he got. “you belong here with us, si. you and those insanely strong, insanely powerfully. insanely hot fists of yours.”

“you think your abilities aren’t as special as ours? your punches are so fucking impressive. i wish you could see yourself from my eyes. maybe then you’d realise how amazing and impressive and unique you truly are.” he told him, nose rubbing against the side of silas’ ever so gently, it wasn’t bs, there wasn’t many people at camp that impressed him the way silas did, he wished he could show the man that. “oh i’m so fucking stupid,” he retorted, his arm wrapping around silas’ body and pulling their bodies close together. “i constantly mess up, say dumb shit, almost get my teammates killed, but i’m a work in progress, just like you, si. we’re still so early in our journey into being the gods we were born to be, give it time. i have no doubt you’re going to go down in the history books as one of the greats.” he told him with full certainty. he was just going to lay here and siphon some of those bad feelings to help the man, even if it was just temporary for now. “sleep, si. i’ll be here.” he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the top of his fellow godlings forehead.

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rude.  he  knew  very  well  who  he  was,  who  he  had  been  &  who  he  was  going  to  die  as.  a  nobody.  maybe  he  shouldn't  have  come  here  after  all.  he  only  drank  the  damn  ambrosia  because  deep  down  he  hoped  to  impress  at  least  one  of  his  parents,  even  if  he  coated  it  in  the  lovely  excuse  of  wanting  to  smash  &  help  people.  "you  looked  upset,  i  couldn't  just  walk  away."  he  didn't  regret  having  taken  the  time  to  just  ..  the  there  for  harley.  it'd  been  a  leap  of  faith  at  the  time,  but  silas  ...had  felt  like  he  could  be  trusted  &  that  it'd  be  worth  the  trouble.  it  was.

  "you're  right.  it's  worse  than  before."  back  home...  he  didn't  go  down  in  years.  ever  since  he  had  his  first  fight  on  the  big  stage,  silas  was  unbeaten.  a  few  weeks  in  camp  &  he'd  kissed  the  ground  more  often  than  he  could  could  &  almost  died.  dead  might've  been  sweet  relief,  but  he  hadn't  been  granted  that.  he'd  like  to  say  letting  go  ...  felt  good,  that  he  felt  relieved  to  share,  but  he  didn't.  "why?  i  punched  him,  that's  all.  compared  to  what  y'all  can  do..  "  it  wasn't  ..  anything  special.  why  was  he  the  only  different  one?  a  little  shrug  followed  again,  though  he  leaned  up  a  little  to  chase  harley's  lips  after  the  kiss,  but  let  his  head  flop  back  down  in  defeat.

  "nonsense.  even  if...  that  jus'  means  you're  ..fuck,  i  dunno.  stupid  or  somethin'."  misguided.  silas  slowly  rolled  onto  his  side  to  face  the  younger  godling  &  one  of  his  arms  came  to  rest  across  his  body  as  he  settled  on  his  side,  pulling  him  in  a  little  as  he  settled  for  a  nap.

“silas, i see the real you. i don’t think you even know who the real silas is at this point.” he told him truthfully, he had seen part of silas in his mind that the man probably hadn’t seen in years, he could see and feel who silas was, despite this shield he put up, but couldn’t hide from a telepath and empath. “fight me, if you want, it won’t shut me up, though. i see you, si. i see the man who beats himself up a lot, the man who cares deeply, even if he tries to act like he doesn’t. the man that even though he barely knew me, he could see how damaged i was, who took me to his cabin and let me breakdown when i needed it. i see who you are.”

“everything has changed, you’re just too close to yourself to realise.” he meant it, he did see big change within silas from that first day they met. and who could see deeper into someone’s essence than harley? “oh silas,” the son of hera sighed, shaking his head slightly, his hand that wasn’t intertwined with silas’ own, moved to rest against the mans face, thumb stroking softly over his cheek, making sure they kept eye contact. “i don’t lie. not a single word i just said was a lie. i have been in awe of you since that first quest when i seen you strike down that boogeyman.” he admitted, pressing lips against silas’ in the softest kiss, before he was pulling back, gazing back into his lips. “and believe me, i’m not the only person that is in awe of you at this camp. trust me, i’m a mindreader."

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"'bout  time  you  meet  the  real  me,  i  guess."  could  he  shrug  with  his  arms  above  his  head?  he  surely  tried.  "nothin',  i  dunno."  he  knew  what  he'd  do  before  he  found  out  about  the  wondrous  healing  of  a  structured  day.  but  picking  a  fight  with  another  godling  hardly  seemed  helpful  right  now,  especially  because  most  of  them  would  run  from  him  anyway  &  fighting  a  human...  after  he  knew  what  he  was?  wrong.  but  he  also  didn't  want  to  do  what  he  usually  did  when  he  knew  it  was  pointless.  gods,  he  didn't  like  those  eyes  on  his.  like  they  could  see  into  his  very  soul.  he  wondered  if  harley  could  see  the  emptiness  in  there.

  "pffh.  please.  nothin's  changed.  i'm  a  damn  liability.  can't  dodge  for  shit,  magic  hits  me  like  a  damn  truck.  you  know  everest  caught  me  in  his  ...magic..  thing,  fuck  if  i  know  an'  i�� was  gone.  fuckin'  everest  tore  me  apart  from  the  inside  out."  he  ...  knew  alejandro  was  strong;  he  was  ares'  child  after  all,  so  getting  his  ass  handed  to  him  by  him?  eh.  turning  his  head  away,  he  shook  his  head  a  little,  "you're  cute,  gotta  give  ya  that,  but  it  don't  change  a  thing.  you  don't  gotta  do  what,  y'know?"  lie  for  his  sake,  though  ..he  appreciated  it.  he  really  did.  he  ...  turned  to  look  at  him  again  at  that,  squeezing  his  hand  &  pressed  his  forehead  against  the  other's.  "thanks,  though."

harley was no stranger to depression and anxiety, hell he felt it most days, some days it was strong and debilitating and other days it was just there in the back of his mind. but still there. so he instantly recognised the emotions that were coming from silas’ body. he knew there wasn’t much that he could say to silas to pull him out of this funk, it was on the older godlings, but he could try to help heal his mind. he knew he could pull those feelings and emotions from his body, but he silas was probably too stubborn for that, so words it’d have to be.

“it’s not nothing, si. you’re not the same.” he told him, his hand moving to intertwine his fingers with silas’, wanting to give him some sort of comfort. maybe today would finally be the day he cracked this beautiful man and he would let him in. “so when you’re back home and this happens, what do you do to get yourself out of the funk?” he asked him, hand moving to turn silas’ face so that they were making eye contact. “silas, you are getting stronger, though. i see it in you every single day. I feel it. you are utterly amazing, you see that, right? everytime we’re on a quest together, i’m distracted because i’m in such awe of you.” it was the truth, everytime they were on a quest, harley was in awe, the man always seemed to kill it in quests, even when he wasn’t killing it he was still amazing.

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ugh,  right.  harley  &  his  goddamn  mind  reading  powers.  there  was  no  hiding  anything  from  him,  was  there?  fuck,  how  he  hated  that.  ready  for  a  nap,  really...  silas  didn't  expect  him  to  lay  down  by  his  side,  though  he  didn't  ...mind  either.  jay  had  ..others  to  look  after,  as  did  atticus  &  silas  really  didn't  need  a  babysitter.  he  was  fine.  squeezing  the  young  demigod's  hand in  his  own  a  little,  he  gave  a  soft  sigh.  one  that,  if  listened  to  closely,  came  from  somewhere  quite  deep.

  "eh.  it's  nothin'.  happens  sometimes."  when  he  almost  died  &  abandoned  his  routine  entirely,  that  was.  when  all  the  bad  thoughts  he  fought  so  hard  to  lock  away  came  crashing  back  down  on  him  just  like  they  used  to  all  the  time.  he  almost  forgot  what  that  was  like.  he  didn't  miss  it.  "y'know  what  i  saw  when  i  kinda  died?  no  fuckin'  light  for  sure.  it  was  jus'  ..memories  an'  you  know  what  i  realized?  no  matter  how  hard  i  try,  it  ain't  gonna  be  enough.  i'm  still  the  same  i  always  was.  you're  all  gettin'  stronger  an'  i  try  so  damn  hard  t'keep  up,  but  i  can't  an'  i'm  tired  of  tryin'."  he  ...got  the  feeling  he  understood  now  why  the  books  barely  ever  mentioned  his  father.  zeus'  winged  enforcers.  yeah,  fuck  that  noise.

  "guess  reality  caught  up  to  me."  he'd  been  denying  it,  had  been  so  determined  to  fight  his  fate  &  prove  he  was  more  than  he  clearly  was  destined  to  be,  but  ..  why  bother?  why  be  a  stickler  for  rules  when  those  who  broke  them  got  what  they  wanted  most?  why  fight  &  fight  when  the  result  would  forever  be  the  same?

he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, as he felt those emotions radiating from the man, then when he heard those thoughts. he really hadn’t meant to listen to silas’ thoughts. but they were so strong today that he couldn’t help it and there was nothing or no one else around to keep his mind pre occupied. it was insane to harley that silas couldn’t see how amazing, or special, or an other positive adjective he was, especially to harley, he was in constant awe and hearteyes at the man.

his eyes flicked down to where he could see the mans shirt riding up just a little, normally he would say something flirty about it, but he knew now wasn’t the time. so he flopped down on the bed beside the man, his arm brushing against silas’ own, and his hand moving to rest on the bigger hand. “si, it’s more than the fact that it has been a long week, isn’t it? I can feel it flowing off of you. i don’t think i’ve felt these types of emotions off of you before.” he glanced up at him. “so come on, lets be real with each other. let your emotions out.”

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he  tried  to  keep  the  thoughts  at  bay,  but  with  how  deeply  lost  in  the  feeling  of  helplessness  he  was...  it  wasn't  easy.  or  doable,  really.  he  just  saw  no  reason  to  try  as  hard  as  he  had  been.  he  couldn't  compete  anyway.  all  these  kids  with  their  magical  abilities.  what  did  he  have  to  show  for  himself?  fists?  great.  he  always  had  those.  he  wanted  more.  something  to  ..  something  to  make  him  feel  like  he  belonged.  something  that  went  beyond  being  strong.  something...  special.  fuck,  if  he  knew.

  "you're  gonna  be  okay."  was  it  his  ..way  to  stand  people  up?  no.  he  was  ..always  on  time.  always.  but  ..  what  could  he  say?  he  forgot.  well,  he  wasn't  perfect.  soft  grunt  at  the  young  godling's  words,  he  shot  him  a  little  glare,  eyes  tracking  him  as  he  moved  closer.  "ow,  wow.  thanks.  love  an'  appreciate  ya  too."  letting  himself  fall  back  on  the  mattress,  he  stretched  his  arms  out  above  his  head,  his  top  riding  up  a  little.  "nothin'.  been  a  long  week."  motivation  to  do  anything  at  all  ..on  vacation.

watching the older man sit up, his eyes rolling over the cuts and wounds from the previous battle at the temple, it had taken a lot out of them, but he knew especially silas, he had taken quite the beating, hell they had almost lost him that night and the mere thought of that had sent a shiver down the telepaths body. he hadn’t expected to get as close as this to the other, that he would actually care for the other. want to protect him, keep him safe. but here he was, heart breaking at what he heard from the mans mind.

“what can i say? i don’t take too kindly to being stood up.” taking a few steps towards the bed, harley’s eyes searched his face, trying to find the words. “now, you’re going to get up and stop feeling sorry for yourself. it smells a little in here.” he told him, maybe it was a little blunt, but it was what silas needed to hear right now. once he approached the bed, harley kneeled down on it and scooted halfway up the body until he was close enough to silas. “what’s going on?” of course he knew, but maybe his friend wanted to talk about it. probably not.

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he  was  so  persistent.  silas  groaned  at  the  loss  of  his  blanket,  though  it  wasn't  too  much  of  a  bother.  it  wasn't  particularly  cold,  so  he  just  let  his  head  flop  back  down  on  the  pillow.  "it  ain't  that  cold,  stop  yappin'.  ya  jus'  heard  it,  go  home."  he  really  didn't  want  to  deal  with  anybody  else's  problems  right  now.  part  of  him  thought  coming  here  would  tell  him  more  about  himself  or  his  mother.  maybe  even  his  father.  finding  out  where  he  came  from.  but  after  a  month  here,  he..  knew  nothing,  his  father  hadn't  bothered  responding  &  compared  to  all  the  others,  he  was  just  a  guy  swinging  an  axe  &  punching  things.  every  idiot  could  do  that.

  fuck.  harley  can  feel  that,  can't  he?  fuckin'...  fuck.  "why  the  fuck  are  you  ....  fine."  he  sat  up  slowly,  dressed  in  his  usual  home  attire.  comfy  shorts  &  a  tank  top.  both  covered  up  only  little  of  the  aftermath  of  a  rough  battle,  though  this  wouldn't  be  the  first  time  harley  saw  him  with  wounds  on  him.  at  all.  "shoulda  just  gone  home,  geez."  so  determined  to  be  a  nuisance.  brows  furrowed,  he  glanced  at  him.  "what  now?"

he had tried knocking on silas’ cabin door a few times, but when there was no answer, had harley used his telekinesis to force open the door to the kratos cabin so he could get in? maybe, but what was he supposed to do when the older godlings had stood him up without a word at the training grounds and wouldn’t answer his door? swinging the door closed behind him, he marched into the silas’s bedroom, standing there in the doorway, staring at the man. “nice to see you haven’t been kidnapped, too. not so nice knowing you left me out there in the cold without a word.” the son of hera let out a huff, giving an overly dramatic eye roll to the back of his head. “practice was cancelled, huh? first I’m hearing about it, so no.” he told the older man, hand lifting in the air and using his telekinesis once more to lift silas’ blanket up with it. “get up, si.” he was feeling all of the emotions silas was feeling flowing from the mans body, he knew he just wanted to be left alone to lay in bed and sulk. but he wasn’t going to let him do that. maybe he didn’t know exactly how silas felt, he died after all. but it was hard on him, too. he had sobbed for hours that night and the day after from the pain he felt in his body and the pain from all of those screams and voices he hard in his head. “sit up.”