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Happy Valentine’s Day! Alabaster doesn’t know how to tell people he likes them. He’s very awkward, not the most sociable type. Though he does make an effort to see them smile, and will protect them fiercely but mostly he feels like he’s a disappointment given his past experiences.

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               IN   ALL   HONESTY,   WHEN   HE   HAD   FIRST   LAID   EYES   ON   Ethan,   he   wasn’t   so   sure   he   would   make   it.   However,   as   time   went   on   he   could   see   the   way   he   changed,   and   got   stronger   mentally   and   physically.   He   had   become   a   great   soldier   in   the   Titan   Army,   but   also   grew   to   be   a   wonderful   friend   to   Alabaster.   He   thought   he   would   never   find   someone   to   be   decently   close   with,   and   the   son   of   Hecate   knew   it   was   his   own   fault,   either   way   the   feeling   was   welcomed.   

                  ALABASTER   THOUGHT   HE   WOULD   HATE   ETHAN   IF   THEY   EVER   MET   one   another   again,   but   the   fact   he   saw   him   alive   again   set   all   of   that   behind   him.   He   didn’t   care   he   switched   the   tide   of   their war.   Besides,   he   came   to   trust   his   instincts   and   thoughts   through   the   years   they   stood   side   by   side.   Not   only   that,   Alabaster   had   time   to   digest   so   much   in   his   time   alone,   and   though   it   killed   his   pride,   to   be   under   the   Olympians’   rule   was   better   in   the   end.   

               Ah,   but   a   little   too   late,   Bash.   

                  ETHAN’S   WORDS   STARTLED  HIM   A   LITTLE.   HE   BLINKED   HARD,   HEAD   tilted   to   the   side   while   his   hand   seemed   to   grip   tighter   on   his—   fear   he   might   lose   his   friend   again.   Because   I   really   don't   want   to   leave!   To   hear   that   Ethan   wanted   him   to   stay,   to   even   help   him   on   his   journey,   made   him   feel   light.   Have   this   favor   of   his   mother’s   as   a   quest   on   behalf   of   Camp   Half-Blood?   Who   knew   how   long   it   would   take.   Who   knew   how   dangerous   it   could   be?   Alabaster   couldn’t   ask   Ethan   to   do   that.   He   seemed   happy   here.   Why   would   he   take   that   away   from   him?  

               HIS   CHEEKS   FELT   WARM,   AND   GODS   HE   HOPED   IT   DIDN’T   show.   Alabaster   could   feel   the   quickness   of   his   heartbeat   as   he   heard   his   words.   Need.   He   needed   him?   His   emerald   eyes   looked   down   at   the   ground   for   a   few   seconds.   No,   Ethan   was   capable,   right?   Alabaster   lifted   his   gaze   to   meet   the   other’s   again,   “   I…   need   mine   too,   ”   he   admitted   quietly   while   a   smile   tugged   on   his   lips,   “   Maybe   we   can   talk   about   it.   I   don’t   think   it’s   a   terrible   idea,   but   I   can’t   ask   you   to   do   that—   to   come   with   me.   ”

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Ethan remembered what he’d thought of Alabaster the first time they’d met– he’d put Ethan on edge. Not intentionally, but the young demigod didn’t have any powers to speak of, not like the son of Hecate’s, so the part of him that was always wired for a fight, and the part of him that was prepared at a moment’s notice to pass retribution, these pieces of him set his nerves on fire, and his skin had prickled with anticipation. 

Perhaps that was why he’d chosen Alabaster as his sparring partner so often. Why they’d eventually become friends because of it. The only way to beat fear was to become familiar with the source of it. 

Well, he was familiar now, both more and less than he wanted to be. The bond that someone shared with a war-mate was not an easy bond to shatter– and the proof of that was in how quickly they’d mended their friendship after Bash had gone on the run. But likewise, the distance between two people who’d been united by duty was a large chasm to surmount: did Alabaster only befriend him because they’d been part of Kronos’s main forces? 

His thoughts dissipated the moment he felt Bash’s hand squeeze his, though– every thought, all of them. He could feel the tips of his ears go warm, and he pursed his lips to keep in a surprised sound. 

Ethan counted to five to steady himself, swallowed, and then said, “Who cares what others would think? Your siblings would love to see you. And the satyrs… they can help find others. I’d even– I mean, we can go together to find some. Or Lamia. We could see if Rachel– the new Oracle– will call it an official quest.” He grinned. “Can you imagine that? Us, on a quest for Camp Half Blood?” 

I’d do it, though. I would go, for you.

“Just… listen, if it’s not a ‘yes’ right now, promise me you’ll think about it. I need–” Woah, Nakamura. Slow down. “...A good sparring buddy again.” 

Overcorrection in the opposite direction. Try again. “I need my best friend again.” 

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oof sorry for slow responses. My laptop is just so bad lol and I'm also working on personal projects!! Imma try and work on replies and get some posted tomorrow for sure!!

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The feeling of betrayal is so traumatizing & literally can change who you are as a person.

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Sometimes I’m very grateful for the things that didn’t end the way that I wanted them to

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Vince Mattis in FBI: Most Wanted Season 5 Episode 7.

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Artwork by: Daria Klushina

Hekáte, we come before You with wounded hearts and troubled spirits. We ask for Your divine comfort and we ask for only the peace You can give. Heal our emotional wounds, grant us the strength to forgive ourselves, and fill our hearts with love and joy. May we find solace in Your presence and guidance. We call Your name, we humbly ask, we devote ourselves to You!

As we say it, so it is.

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Lamia: I will make you sorry you were ever born!

Alabaster: For your information, I’m already sorry I was ever born!

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I don’t think anyone understands how observant I am

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Alabaster: *walks in*

Everyone: SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Alabaster: Oh, so that’s what you were planning in secret. I thought you guys were going to kill me

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               “My strength is not owed to the wounds I was given, but my willingness to let them scar.”

               OKAY,   WHO   WAS   THE   OLDER   SIBLING   HERE?   

               HE   LOOKED   AT   HIS   SISTER   WITH   AN   AIR   OF   A   child   caught   misbehaving.   @nosestealer   was   right.   He   knew   it—   she   knew   it.   Yet,   she   didn’t   gloat   about   it,   but   seemed   more   somber.   She   knew   the   pain   of   moving   on,   to   heal   from   past   mistakes   and   trauma,   and   she   just   wanted   her   brother   to   do   the   same.   This   made   more   guilt   stir   inside   of   him   again.   It   was   time   to   drop   the   past   and   look   forward.   He   had   to   let   it   go,   embrace   it,   and   love   it   all   at   the   same   time.   

               ALABASTER   SIGHED.   HIS   EYES   DRIFTED   TOWARDS   THE   CABIN’S   WINDOW   TO   watch   campers   go   about   their   daily   tasks,   “   Yeah.   Yeah   I   know.   You’re   a   lot   better   than   me,   you   know   that?   ”   A   small   smile   tugged   at   his   lips,   “   I   appreciate   you,   and   I’m   glad   you’re   my   sister—   glad   that   we   could   have   bonded   the   way   we   have   and   continue   to   do,   ”   he   turned   his   green   gaze   back   to   her,   “   I’m   ready   to   let   mine   too.   ”

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               HE   WAS   BORN   WITH   THIS   GIFT—   WAS   IT   A   GIFT   or   a   curse?   Either   way   it   was   his   and   he   needed   to   survive   with   it.   The   Republic   fell,   and   with   it   the   protectors   of   the   universe   did   too.   The   whole   galaxy   was   being   manipulated   by   that   old   man   in   his   dark   robes.   He   twisted   The   Republic’s   view,   and   shoved   down   that   the   Jedi   were   the   real   enemy.   How   could   so   many   believe   this?   Such   peaceful   people   did   not   do   violence.   Then   why   did   they   fight   in   the   war?   Such   a   question   had   been   asked,   and   he   was   one   of   them   there   on   his   mother’s   lap.   She   only   answered   with   a   bitter   look   in   her   eyes,   “What   choice   did   they   have?”.   She   was   right.   What   did   they   have?   Abandon   those   who   need   help,   or   let   them   suffer.   If   they   fought   then   they   are   no   longer   of   peace,   but   if   they   didn’t   then   they   gave   up   on   the   galaxy.   How   could   no   one   see   that   fault?   

                  ALABASTER   NEVER   LIVED   DURING   THAT   TIME,   BUT   HIS   MOTHER   did.   She   was   a   Jedi   Knight   who   went   into   hiding.   She   fell   in   love,   gave   birth   to   him   to   seem   normal   despite   the   risks.   She   then   taught   him   all   she   knew,   gave   him   her   lightsaber,   but   what   came   of   it?   His   training   wasn’t   complete,   and   he   couldn’t   save   her   from   the   empire.   She   pushed   him   to   run,   pushed   him   to   flee,   and   that   was   three   years   ago.   Now   he   was   on   some   backwater   planet,   looking   for   any   remnants   of   the   Jedi.   He   needed   help.   Alabaster   could   only   teach   himself   so   much   before   he   came   to   a   dead   end.   So,   he   traveled.   He   avoided   the   empire   as   much   as   he   could,   but   once   in   a   while   he   had   his   ruins—   like   now.   

                  HE   KNEW   THAT   HUNTER   WAS   THERE.   HE   COULD   HAVE   BEEN   following   him   for   a   while,   and   that   really   annoyed   Alabaster.   He   only   pulled   up   his   hood,   and   picked   up   his   pace.   He   wanted   to   lose   him,   but   a   trained   hunter   couldn’t   be   shaken   too   easily.   Which   meant   he   had   to   do   something   he   hated.   Alabaster   had   to   get   rid   of   him   permanently.   His   fight   or   flight   only   heightened   when   he   heard   metal   on   metal.   It   was   now   or   never.   

            THE   YOUNG   FORCE   USER   TURNED   ON   HIS   HEEL   SWIFTLY.   HIS   movement   caused   the   hood   of   his   cape   to   fall   down   with   a   flutter,   and   his   eyes   burned   with   silent   determination   as   they   landed   on   his   target—   a   young   target.   Alabaster   hesitated   only   a   second,   but   he   had   his   own   blaster   aimed   at   the   hunter.   His   lightsaber   would   only   cause   too   much   trouble,   and   he   wanted   this   to   be   quick   and   almost   unnoticeable.   These   types   of   planets   could   care   less   about   a   blaster   shoot   out.   

               HIS   BREATHING   WAS   STEADY,   EYES   NEVER   LEFT   THE   HUNTER,   BUT   that   didn’t   mean   he   was   totally   defenseless.   All   his   senses   were   reaching   into   the   Force   to   give   him   indication   of   the   other’s   next   move,   “   Don’t,   ”   it   was   whispered,   but   it   was   hard   with   the   edge   of   frost,   “   I   can   sense   your   uncertainty.   ”

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Something his mother had never directly admitted to him, but that he knew anyway, was that she was glad he wasn’t force-sensitive. When he’d been a kid, he’d been disappointed about it, but as an adult, he understood exactly why a Sith mother would pray that her child was not divine– not in that way, anyhow. When she trained him, she could train him without fearing that one day, he’d have to prove himself by ending her– or that he’d fail, and she’d have to kill him, instead.

No, when she’d trained him, they’d nothing to fear but his own weaknesses; which he’d rapidly worked to release. Capable of resisting mind tricks, hiding from most force-users unless they were looking for him in particular, and even armed in precision shooting designed to counter force use, Ethan Nakamura, some 19 standard years old, was quite the effective tool to both his mother and the Empire. 

Which was why he was never anywhere for very long, almost always either investigating a lead or hunting force-users. Some, he was to kill. And others, he was to take to the Empire as assets. 

This one was the latter. 

He’d prefer to do it without resistance, though, so as he mounted the rooftop above this guy, his rifle was loaded with a stun round, not live ones. He raised the modified sight to his single eye and, with it still on safety, found the force-user with his crosshairs. 

And then, he did what he was never supposed to do: Ethan hesitated. 

Usually, he was taking out adults much older than himself, some of whom wouldn’t waste any time killing him back. But this target… looked his age, or near it. 

And that’s when he made his second mistake. As he pulled back to look without his scope, the barrel of his rifle clanged against a central air fan installed on the roof, giving him away immediately. 

Kriff. Ethan would have to do this the hard way. He strapped the rifle to his back and drew a grapple, anchoring it to the roof ledge, and then leaped down, descending the building in one fell swoop, halting just before he hit the ground. 

He pushed off the wall, yanked his pistol from a hip holster, and leveled it at the force-user. 

Who was… close. Really close. 

He could look into his eyes. 

They were green.