#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."

[lovecorey]

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…?"