#xvirgil

[lovecorey]

@thanes-thrall-md

Seeing Virgil perform in battle was more than an inspiring event for Corinth. Especially since the third Thunderdome, when Corey had the pleasure of feeling the mans protective, invigorating magic be cast over him. It gave Cor an idea of what his own abilities could stir in others--or potentially could. Between Virgil and Kieran, the child of Eros sometimes worried that he wasn't doing enough. It was impossible to know for sure, and all he could shamelessly feel was grateful.

Following the harrowing training, Cor decided to spend part of his day at the bath house to decompress. Various godlings joined him and went, all welcome as Corinth was ever lonely. Anxious for company that could take his mind off of his own harsh thoughts. When he spotted Virgil enter, Cor waved him over as an open invitation. To break any tension since he'd yet to spend quality time with the healer.

"Our star healer." Corey smiled, hopeful the title would make Virgil feel good. "The water feels great today. After that shit show."

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Virgil's generous vote of confidence did put a cat-like grin on Corey's otherwise vexed expression. The gods felt fit to swap their powers, but personalities remained intact. If given a chance to process, Corinth hoped to overcome this new challenge. Be strong for himself and the others. Witnessing Virgil flinch and grimace just beside him was signal enough to start now.

He reached out to hang an arm across his fellow supports back. With or without Eros' empathy, the redhead could obviously sympathize to an extent. "So... anxiety, paranoia." Corey came to a similar conclusion with such blatant clues. He did not envy Virgil for being burdened with Wyatt's power.

"I don't think being out in public is helping you with control." But he could be wrong. "Can I take you somewhere safe? Maybe your cabin? Uh, Calvin. It's been all... time shifts, sensitivity and lots of tick-tocking."

"Oh, please, with that ass." Virgil tries to make a joke before he flinches once more at a shadow passing by. He wasn't even sure that one was due to sensing someone's fear or Virgil's body being more than jumpy usual. Would be camp parental issues without the spontaneity. "I'm not even sure if I even got someone else's powers. I think I just might have anxiety."

"Nope." Virgil shields his eyes and shakes his head as he sees one of the godling's fears appearing in his thoughts. He could see faint after images of the random godlings' fears as they walked by, all while Virgil tried to finish his meal. "I retract my statement, I think I knew who I swapped with and want this to end."

"I feel like Demi Lovato in that one episode of Grey's Anatomy." Virgil chimes, breathing as the sudden influx of people's fears had halted for now. "Who did you swap with?"

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Corinth was alive, so really that's what mattered most. Yet, something quite significant had been stolen from him. A feeling stitched right into the red heads bones since life began. A drive, a fulness, an addictive chemical. He was alive, but there was nothing within him fueling his once fluttering heartbeat. Only a coldness surrounded him. Rather than feel he instead noticed small and otherwise insignificant patterns.

Mainly, very clear movement of sunshine filtering into the mess hall. Steam wafting off of food before running cold. Without trying, he could count how many cycles a godling blinked. Minute by minute. Seconds. He would surely go mad before the end of this.

"'guess I'm still pretty." He mumbled in return while moving his fork through the uneaten food. At least he found comfort in an old fellow supports presence.

open starter location: mess hall.

Virgil had been sitting in the mess hall for the last couple of hours, his hands covering his ears and his eyes squeezed shut. Coming to the mess hall during sloppy joe night was the surgeon's first mistake. Coming to the mess hall while crowded and also less than a day into getting used to the sudden switch in powers was also a rough mistake by Virgil. He wasn't sure how his body was doing it, but Virgil's body kept crawling itself in goose bumps from being near so many people. "What's going on with me? I feel like I've been shivering since I woke up."

"At least you seem to have a hold on things." Virgil says to the person sitting across from him.

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They godling knew his name, that was definitely a good start to this chance meeting. With thirty or more blessed mortals around, it was still a challenge to keep track. Plus, they were all gorgeous so Cor would forgive if he was overlooked. In this special case. He made room for Virgil so the man could get comfortable. Not one to invade space unless invited. "So is it true? You're a real doctor?" Cor couldn't help but pry.

It was heartwarming to hear that his performance at the dome had been decent. Feedback from a fellow support was ever appreciated. They could understand the difficulties more than others. From spellcasters to tanks. "It did hurt during my first two weeks, when I was getting used to flying. Now, they feel more a part of me." Cor grinned. Honestly, he was grateful the practice had paid off. It was a relief to take wing whenever they were called. "Would you want to give wings a try sometime?"

"Hey there, Corey!" Virgil couldn't help but spread a smile across his face as he sees Corey sat down in the middle of the bathhouses. His eyebrows lifted themselves in surprise, although he wasn't sure as to why. People used the bathhouses often enough, sometimes to a concerning degree. Definitely made Virgil consider wearing something more protective than flipflops when entering.

He finds his mental hamster wheel of a brain focusing when taking notice of Corey in front of him. He swallows dryly as he steps towards the fellow demigod. Virgil had thought the son of Eros was a bit peculiar. Of course it had nothing to do with the sprouting of wings the guy seemed to be able to do whenever he's seen him in a few quests. Virgil's seen the X-Men movies before, he's had those same fantasies of that winged shirtless guy like each snot nosed teenager that went to see that movie.

The surgeon wasn't sure if this was another bout of self deprecation, but Corey seemed to be in the same caliber with other the other tough guys at camp. It was interesting to see how his role in battle was more aligned with what Virgil did.. or at least what Virgil had aimed to try and do with what he could. He sits himself down next to Corey, some distance between the two of them. "You know you're not bad yourself, Corey." Virgil says, relaxing himself into the edge of the bath. "How about you? I imagine your back must be sore from all that flying…?"