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LOCATION: THE TEMPLE. TIME: MID DAY OF THE SUMMER SOLSTICE.

As the sun rises Briar takes his time to walk the greenhouses of camp. Through the rows of growth he sought out those that had been first to ripen, to blossom and bloom, to reach the height of their cycle. For while the magic that ran the garden did speed up the life cycles of these plants, constantly encouraging growth and production, they still were bound by those cycles that they followed. Thus through his domain he called out to those that had been first on today of all holy days. Gentle hands carefully plucking Summer's first harvest.

By mid day his collection was bountiful. A full basket in hand Briar begins the long walk up to the temple doors. Winding his path through camp. As he passed satyrs and nymphs he gave polite nods, they knew by now he rarely smiled, but they had grown to know his gestures in kind. He was not feared like he was back home. Not seen as the dark shadow that loomed amongst the gravestones no matter how much black he wore.

Stepping into the temple he looks towards his mother's statue. The golden light from outside seeming to halo around his mother. It calls to him, and before he knows it he's speaking aloud.

"Blessed Demeter, granter of the most precious of gifts, yours is the sweet fruit that hangs from the trees. Yours the field of golden grain flowing in the wind, yours the life that fills our hearts with love and thankfulness."

Before her statue he begins to place out the items that he had brought with him. The first harvest of the summer, the first grown to nourish the camp for the coming season. Though amongst the bounty is a scattering of small jars. Each filled with an oddly colored liquid in the most vibrant of colors.

"Demeter, O Mother, mistress of seasons, goddess whose hand guides flowers to bloom and fruit to ripen, whose might turns spring into summer, to fall and to winter. She who grants well-deserved rest to the laboring soil, I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings."

Within those glass jars, the vials that shimmer so sickly sweet in the summer's sun are the first collections of poisons he's made. The true first harvest of Briar Rhode, collected as his powers bloomed, as the heartsong claimed him. This too would be given to his mother freely. Like a child presenting a drawing or craft project he carefully lays them out before his mother's statue. "On this, the longest day of the year, I lift my voice so you may hear."

There's a pause, his eyes shifting towards the beautiful light of the sun, and he can't help but hear another's voice. Sunflower. A smile creeps upon his lips, a blush tinting his cheeks. It is the longest day of the year, and if it not for both of them he would never have known him.

"As the sun stands high, and the fields are bright. Bathed in your love and Apollo’s light. I thank you for all you have given, for all that is yet to come. I thank you mother for all that I am."

His eyes close. Basking in the warmth of his mother. Letting his mind settle as he listens to the song that sings within his veins. He can't be sure that his mother will hear his prayer, but even just speaking here he is comforted by the song, by the connection to someone he always yearned to know.

"Though it might be simple... May this, my first harvest collected by my own hand bring you joy."

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"Enticing colors to draw one in before ensnaring their prey. Feeding on them as they struggle. Such a cruel fate yet so very beautiful." His eyes stay locked on the flowers that bloom around him. Their bright almost glowing tendrils illuminating the area around them as they hum with power. It's only as he registers what Leonardo has said that his eyes drift up. His breathe catching as he struggles to process the fact he'd just been called beautiful. "I'm not sure that's quite right..."

At the others insistence that he relax though he feels his eyes drift close. The gentle thrum that pulses through his mind making the boy relax and let his guard down. Yet again there are those words. The flattery that makes him blush, and the teasing offer of more. Nervously he reaches over to the man sitting beside him. His fingers gently grasping at Leonardo's shirt before he pulls him in closer. Lips ghosting over one another for a moment as he tries to find the courage. It doesn't take long though, and soon he's surging forward to steal a kiss.

His hands stopped as the other told that these plants can be dangerous. "Well they are very pretty but i guess thats how they catch their prey isn't it." Hies eyes moved from the plants to the man sitting across from him with a goofy grin, "So i guess they a little like you aren't all beauty on the surface but the sharp edge ready to cut just underneath." Leo knew his words where a little nonsensical but he was still reading the Dionysian mind set.

He waved his hand at the idea of the other cleaning. "Im sure they will magiced away soon enough. Just relax and enjoy the feeling i don't think it will last all that long." His head lazily moving to look at the celling of his cabin as he closed his eyes. "A pretty boy to make out would be amazing right now." he spoke under his breath as he relaxed into the sofa.

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Cold metal is pressed into the palm of his hand, delicate fingers slowly wrapping around the shiny piece of gold. "How kind, I'll cherish it always." Raising the gift up he brings it to his lips before gently pressing a kiss against the metal accompanied by a cheeky wink to the child of Hades.

"Yes... and yes." His head tilts to the side as he let's their gazes lock. "I can hear that. Not that I try to, it's something I'm working on though. Keeping other's thoughts out that is." His shoulders shrug nonchalantly, the fact he can hear peoples minds like they're being screamed at him not really bothering the boy. But he knew some people liked their privacy, and he was trying his best to be respectful here.

"No fights, but they've been putting us through intensive training." He reflexively stretches at the thought of the training Chiron had been putting him through. "Hearing what an opponent is thinking can be helpful, I've also been working on creating weapons out of my thoughts. Have you gone to the training grounds yet? I'd be happy to show you to them."

"Huh," he says, from the ground, looking between the coin to the new demigod, to the coin again as he pulls himself up. He plucks the coin from the air, ancient and cold against his palm as he presses it into the younger man's hands. "A gift for you."

"You can hear thoughts, Quinn?" He raised his eyebrow, a strange power, unsettling. Could he listen to that? His eyes met Quinn's, almost in daring. "Something tells me you're not implying people in here are nice and celibate."

"So you haven't been in any fights yet, huh?" He crossed his arms, ignoring the glint of gold under his feet. "Think you're ready for it? Hearing thoughts might be a good way to defend yourself when people come for you."

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Everything was going perfectly. Briar had taken the best course of action to help navigate these rather troubling waters. They could get through this perilous conversation, and in the end Briar would avoid breaking someones heart. At least that's what the lengthy man thought, but instead he found himself being pulled into a crushing hug. Arms squeezing his body tight in the unfamiliar embrace. His stature going stock still as he simply blinks while looking down, a single thought running through his mind.

Fuck...

There had to have been some kind of miscommunication going on. He thought it was clear what he was asking, but perhaps it wasn't coming out correctly? The Gods truly were cruel, he had never pulled the gaze of those back home, yet here at camp this was the second demigod to have for whatever reason fallen for him...

"I'm... Glad?" His left brow ticks up, confused by the declaration that seemed very close to a love confession. Clearly he just needed to hammer the friends portion in, he just hoped Cassidy wouldn't be upset with him for breaking his brothers heart.

"Yes! Friends... We can be good friends, I um was just..." He could lie in this moment, but then again maybe the honesty would help push the man away. "Well, I know it might seem unorthodox, but I was experimenting with crossbreeding poisonous plants to make them deadlier and then experimenting the effects on myself."

There were gears turning but Samson for the life of him couldn't know how Briar would respond - where the son of Apollo was unending effervescence, Briar was something of the antithesis. That made him hard for Samson to read, but then Briar opened his mouth, thanked him and said something completely unexpected.

Samson could feel the tears stinging at the corners of his eyes - brimming up as if on reflex along as he stared.... all the way up at Briar. All that height, who even needed all that? He was even taller than Merrick and Samson could only make so many climbing gear jokes. Still, his body was moving before he gave it a second thought - throwing his arms around Briar in a hug. "Oh, Briar - honestly nothing would make me happier." He squeezed, still not letting go as he hung on, "Yes, yes please. We should hangout - what are you doing right now?" His excitement was unyielding, but the voice in the back of his head persisted: he's making a joke, he wasn't being serious.

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The basket is held out towards Briar.

A gift...

A gift from Samson...

A gift from Samson to Briar...

Fuck...

It could only mean one thing. Briar had learned early in life not to expect much of anything. The only times he had ever received any kind of gift outside those given to him by family had come from a single individual. That individual while they might not use labels, Briar knew what those feelings were. He knew them in the depths of his soul. So to receive another gift, well he knew what it meant.

It wasn't that he didn't like Samson. He was a kind soul, sweet and earnest. But he also didn't know him very well. That, and well it only became more complex due to the relationship between Cassidy and Samson. He had to say something though, had to let the other know that he was flattered but they probably needed to get to know one another better first.

"Thank you, I'm flattered truly. Perhaps it best we become friends?"

Crushed it.

Briar's mouth barely twitched, so Samson couldn't be sure if he was amused by all this, or just entertaining it and Samson being Samson would put money on the latter. That was okay though, he knew his gratitude could probably be grating but it lived inside of him and needed a channel to be expressed. "I... wasn't really having a good time until you showed up, so I will take your word for it." Samson had come here for a reason though, so he presented it now as he held the basket out for Briar, "This is for you, just a small token of my gratitude."

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Brilliant hues of pink fill the younger man's vision. It's vibrant, beautifully so, and it's accompanied by a myriad of other effects that seem to be invading his mind. It's like every sensation in his body has been cranked up to an 11. From the simplest things like Eden touching him sending a wave of pleasure through him, to the very scent in the air causing drool to pool in his mouth, to the taste of the other's tongue as it presses inward. His nerves were on overdrive as pleasure pressed into his very being. Quinn had always been eager to meet up with Eden. The man was gifted in both length and girth, but it was more than that. He was someone who spoiled Quinn. He was generous as a lover, always putting his best effort into it. This though? This was far beyond anything Quinn had ever experienced. It was addictive and mind breaking, it made the boy a whimpering mess as he continued to grind down into the other's lap.

"Such a fucking tease," his words come out as a hiss as his legs wrap tight around the man's waist. Thighs framing the other's hips as his pert ass squirms against the hard length poking at him. The response of this being showing off new tricks had Quinn laughing serenely. Of course Eden would find quick use of his godly domain. But he wasn't the only one who had been practicing. Quinn might not be perfect at it yet, but his telepathic abilities had been growing with each day. "Two can play at that game Eden."

His own words are whispered against Eden's lips, eyes locking with the older man's as he let's he expands his powers. Carefully collecting each euphoric stimulant and gathering those beautiful tender sensations up and amplifying them back in a loop between the two of them. An Empathic Feedback that would continuously circle between them. It was tricky work, and while he hadn't perfectly mastered it just yet, he aimed to show Eden exactly what he was doing to Quinn.

"Come one then E... Make me take it, make me take every last inch."

Eden doesn't particularly care if it was playing dirty or not when it came to that soft pink magic floating into the other as he touched him. In this way, he could tell it slipped into the others' senses and sent them into overdrive. He'd never had an issue telling if Quinn was enjoying himself in the past; this was like...being some sort of incubus, being able to feel that pleasure, being able to taste it as if it was the finest meal he'd ever have. He kisses Quinn like he's starving for him as he feels those lips part for him, and his tongue dives into the younger man's. There's a smirk even now against those lips at that needy little moan that Quinn gives as another wave of that pleasurable magic hits him. The universe was rewarding him by giving those gifts or at least that was something he was mentally telling himself. He'd always enjoyed sex, but this was like discovering a whole different sun in a whole different universe than the sex he'd enjoyed outside the camp, even with someone as talented as Quinn.

When that kiss breaks, Eden let out a barely there hiss as those nails scratch along his skin and he gasped lightly- more than away he could melt those marks away later with his powers now. He can feel how hard his own cock was- thick and eager between his legs just mere moments after hearing those pretty moans. Though- that had always happened with Quinn. the other had sparked his senses like a firework the moment they met.

"Oh come on- just showing off a few new tricks for you, pretty boy. I thought you'd enjoy them." He teased his words against the other's jawline.

His hand moves down along the other's hip to take a possessive hold of those perky cheeks, giving it a squeeze before his fingers dip down further to tease between those cheeks with a talented finger, teasing over that perfectly tight hole.

"Imagine what it will feel like when I'm inside you, my pretty little dove. The feeling of me holding you down as I fuck you." He added as he moved his head down along the others jawline to find the small of his neck to press a kiss and a little harsh bite into skin. Letting the power enhance those touches as well.

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Opening the door Briar was a little surprised to see Cassidy's brother on his porch. It had been a week or so since the next batch of campers had arrived, and had only been a few days since a certain camper had been lost in the woods. It had been an interesting endeavor to bring him back safely to camp, and well it seemed Briar might have a soft spot for children of Apollo.

Still it was surprising to see the other demigod, even more so as the guy was holding a rather large gift basket. He tries to ignore the package, it didn't do well to be nosey. And who knew what Samson was there for, perhaps he needed help with something. So standing at his full height he tries to give his warmest welcome. Though for Briar that wasn't much, mostly awkward posture and barely a hint of a smile. His eyes were filled with earnest compassion though, and his words soft as he spoke teasingly. "Samson, getting lost is half the fun. I'm glad to see you are well though."

@scythesandscepters location: Demeter Cabin Porch notes: gift basket includes: (1) hand-picked constellation map of camp’s night sky, (1) jar of homemade honey-lemon lozenges, (1) pair of very soft socks (charcoal grey), and a note that reads in curly, precise handwriting: “Thanks for not letting me get eaten by a tree, or a bear.”

Samson shifted the wicker basket carefully from one hand to the other as he triple-checked that the tissue paper inside hadn’t crumpled too weirdly. It had taken him three days to decide on the right constellation pattern to trace, and then another two to convince himself the socks weren’t too intimate of a gift.

He took a steadying breath and stepped up onto the porch, knocking lightly against the doorframe with his knuckles before calling, “Hey -uh, Briar? It’s Samson. I - don’t worry, I’m not lost again.” Camp aside, he'd seen a lot of the taller demigod, generally around the Apollo cabin, but camp itself was small enough that it was impossible not to cross paths with people eventually.

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"So you think I'm pretty?" He smiles sweetly, a small hint of teasing in his voice without really even meaning to. The truth is clear in the others words. Something that since gaining this gift of telepathy he'd started to truly appreciate the eldest son of Poseidon for. He was earnest. Always truthful in what he said. There wasn't anything purposefully hidden, nothing to read into. It was refreshing, and it made Quinn rather addicted.

It was rather funny to hear Eden's name on the man's forethoughts. He did linger around him, but Eden was a busy guy and Quinn had quite the appetite. The worry about Skylar though? That alone would be enough to make Quinn swear fealty. "You can ask him, he knows my thoughts better than me. In fact I'm pretty sure he'd have guessed the moment he saw you. I appreciate it though. He's my best friend after all, and I like the idea of someone else keeping an eye on him."

When it was announced that a second wave of demigods would be coming to camp, Lochlan wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it. He already struggled to connect with people and there were still a few demigods from the first batch who he hadn't yet connected with. But he now had a brother, Skylar, who Lochlan actually connected with and was thankful to have. The two bonded and his brother didn't mind his horse fixation.

Quinn wanted to be his friend and came with him to the stables to do some work, he spent most of the time rambling about horses while he cleaned up the stable and Quinn fed the Pegasi apple slices. It was always nice to have someone accompany him and listen to his ramblings.

"Oh. Well you are very pretty, but..." Lochlan hadn't expected that, he was sure Quinn was more interested in that Eden man who came with him and Skylar. "I would need to ask my brother if it's okay, I don't want to upset him since you are best friends." He'd never been in a situation like this before but he didn't want to jepordize his relationship with Skylar. "That's the brother code."

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Quinn had been eager, always eager, always ready. He was hungry for it, some would say insatiable, others would say greedy. At the end of the day though he knew what he wanted, what he needed, what he deserved. And today he'd wanted Sky, his best friend knew him better than anyone else in the world, and this wouldn't be the first or the last time that they hooked up. It had started naturally over the years. Now it was like breathing. Skylar knew him, knew what he needed, knew what he liked. Hell at times Quinn thought he might be a telepath.

So when his best friend came in like a hurricane he was pliant and ready. He didn't even try to retort, not like he had a chance as Skylar was on him in seconds. Eagerly licking into his friend's mouth as their lips crashed together in a kiss. Slow and sensual, his hands eagerly searching the others body. Delicate fingers greedily dragging along taut muscles. A desperate little whine escaping as the kiss is interrupted as his chin is held tight. Hearing the command he can't help but nod. "Fuck, you always had a way with words S. Gonna make a mess of me huh? Do your worst love."

Skylar had only been here about two weeks but he was still shocked it took him this long to make his way over to Quinn's bed. Even with Eden here and the influx of hot men he knew his friend would insatiable. It was one of the things that endeared him to the other in the first place. There was never any shame in it Quinn wanted what he wanted and got it. He made his way into the other's cabin finding his room easy enough before walking in with a smug smile on his face. "And here i thought you would be a good boy and id find you on your knees for me." He closed the space between them and gave him a hungry kiss. he pulled back and grabbed the shorter man by the chin, rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip, "Im going to fuck this pretty little face till its absolutely wrecked"

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Since taking the ambrosia his head had been bombarded by the thoughts of those he encountered, the headache from that alone had been like a knife splitting his skull in two. Yet with time he found a way to soften the voices. If he focused hard enough he could quell them to whispers rather than shouts. He'd also come to find that his gift of psionics had allowed him to imbue those energies into his weapons, even forging blades from his mind. It took practice, but he was quickly growing in strength and it filled him with an eagerness to learn more. Which was what lead him to the training grounds so early in the morning. Quinn had always been a hard worker, and this would be no different. After an intense morning of training Quinn was in desperate need of a nice relaxing shower or maybe even a soak.

Before he could even enter the showers though he heard the others thoughts. He didn't mean to pry, or maybe he did, maybe he wanted to know, wanted to hear... Then again his brother seemed to have a similar struggle of keeping the thoughts out so perhaps it was normal. Still he was trying not to focus on the thoughts, so instead he focused on the physical. Eyes raking over the nude form in front of him before they lifted to meet the other man's gaze. A cheshire smile slipping into place as he took his own spot next to the man under the shower heads.

"I'm kind of used to a certain level of comfort." He reaches out to take some body wash of his own, slowly lathering himself up. Each turn pointed in showing off his own body. "Names Quinn, Quinn Hargrove. You look familiar, have we met before?"

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: The Bathhouse 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: Charlie is a A-List Movie/TV Star as well as Stage in London. Mostly Action movies, but has been in some musical stuff too.

Charlie felt like he was in Limbo. That he was yanked from his life as an A-List Celebrity and smacked down here. He didn't really know what to do with all of the free time that he had, not that he really had free time. The Gods did their work, freeing up Charlie's schedule to make sure that his disappearance wasn't too drastic for the public eye and still, Charlie was coming and going, finishing up his contracts and making sure people don't get suspicion. Still, until his powers set in, he was kind of a nobody at camp. To kill some time and get his mind off all of this, including the weird encounter on his first night, Charlie hit the gym earlier that morning, getting a good workout in before deciding to hit the bathhouse. Running his head under the shower water, Charlie pushed the water out of his eyes, looking absent-mindedly out to the locker room as someone entered. He didn't make much fuss about it, other than that little voice in the back of his head telling him he's a celebrity standing naked in the locker room and what if this guy knew him? He gave tight grin to the other as they walked in, " You guys are really living in luxury here." Charlie greeted, moving to grab some body wash.

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When Stephanos offers the idea a well of knowledge begins to shift into focus. As though Briar had always known the answer, visions shift into his mind of a plethora of fruits and flowers that all can do exactly what the older man is looking for. And as if the filter that connected brain to mouth had been completely shut off he begins rattling the different options off. "Kiwi, Lavender, Bananas, Gardenia, Tart Cherries, California Poppies, Pineapple, Jasmine."

That was strange, and while he would like to focus on that weird outburst he's got a dozen or more small satyr's trying to climb on top of him at the moment as flowers continue to burst into the air. In the distance he can see his companion working on a ritual of sorts. Magic at work in its purest form. It's distracting, and oddly beautiful, but he has his own work to focus on.

"I think I can do that!"

With a promise made he focuses just on the flowers, the flora, the things that smell of relaxation and peace. He let's the image of the flowers that came running to him summon forth. The blooms replaced as an amalgamation of new flora burst forth. Their heady scents filling the air, but it might not be enough. So he pushes, just a bit of magic into the blooms. Their fragrances glowing in strange hues as he wills the children around him to find relaxation, to find peace, to find slumber.

And one by one they begin to slowly doze off.

brows did climb, brushing the tops of his frames, as he watched briar's idea come to life. magic aside, hopefully any child would be enticed by the thought of flowers appearing indoors.

"in the worst case, you might have a call on any soporific fruits or blooms?" was there anything like that, magical or otherwise? flowers that could gently lead someone towards sleep? but that was in the event of failure. what briar had given him now was an opportunity.

with the satyr kids focused one way, stephanos strode boldly into the room, bringing his hands before him. expanding the ring. elements called, one to each wall of the room, reaching its effect to the others. and before their very eyes, the paint would be scoured from the walls, from the top to the bottom, in a slowly winding spiral. for such a minor effect, the focus he was putting into it was a little much; practice, much more practice, was needed. but for all he could be able to tell, this was a miracle in and of itself.

"--can you get me another minute or two?"

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Spending the afternoon with Lochlan feeding the horses a copious amount of honey crisp apples, Quinn found his endearment for the tall blonde man to be growing deeper and deeper. Something about him was just so sweet and earnest. The fact that his thoughts always matched exactly what he said, it made Quinn think that this guy didn't have a dishonest bone in his body.

All of that to say that it brought out a feralness to the younger man. A carnal desire to taste and feel and know. And knowing what he did from the brief time spent with the eldest son of Poseidon well he knew there was really only one way to try going about this.

"Lochlan, you seem like the kind of man who prefers others to be as straightforward as possible." He pauses, standing on the steps of the others cabin. Using his position at the top of the steps so that he can look the capybara of a man directly in the eyes. "So I'm going to be straightforward and ask if you'd be interested in fucking me?"

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"I'm gonna be honest with you." He pauses, the moment growing silent between them as he just stands there staring. Desperate to think of what to say or give some kind of explanation, instead his mind grows blank. "I have no idea what that was about." That seemed like a good answer? Right? He was being honest, and attempting to be friendly, though if Cassidy was here he'd probably suggest that he should smile. What crosses his lips is an awkward and forced attempt.

This... Was not going well.

"Sorry to bother you, I was actually looking for Ezequiel." That probably also sounded rude, he didn't want to dismiss this other demigod so quickly. He really needed to work on being more social, but it was hard. "Though, if you're free perhaps you'd like to join me? In the woods?" Perfect! That was a perfect attempt!

When he first arrived at camp, Arthur was far too excited and wanted to know just about everything there was about the gods, the myths, and the camp itself that he forgot to really interact with the rest of camp. Mostly spending time with his new brother or Merrick, someone from his past, in either the library or in his own cabin he didn't really familiarize himself with the rest of the demigods.

Having the cabin to himself, Arthur was exploring the common living space of the cabin when he heard a knock on the door. Opening it, a tall and young man in all black blinked at him for a few moments before blurting out what Arthur's favorite fruit was. "..... Yes?" he looked confused, though amused evident by the smile curling along the edges of his mouth. "Is this part of the welcome committee to camp?"

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Watching curiously as the potted belladona is held up in a flourish, Briar can't help but wonder what this is about. Not many people have ever brought him flowers, normally it was he who delivered them. Though in those instances it had been for rather morose occasions as the florist of a funeral home. It's only as he takes the flowers and Perry continues to talk that Briar realizes what this is...

He's interested in me...

The thought is a daunting one, especially when he knows that the man is in a rather committed relationship with two other demigods. Did they know he was here? Were they okay with this? His aunt had always warned him that one day he might end up as a homewrecker with the way he dressed. He'd always thought she was joking seeing as how he hardly ever showed skin.

"Of course, discretion."

Fuck they definitely didn't know, and now he was asking for discretion...

Taking the plant he carefully brings it over to his section of the greenhouse. Setting the beautiful bloom carefully amongst his collection of poisonous and carnivorous plants.

"I'm always happy to continue our search," he had to play it cool. He didn't want to break Perry's heart, but he also wasn't interested in causing the destruction of a relationship. This was dangerous and uncharted territory. "I'm sure we'll be able to find someplace for just the two of us."

Wait, no, that sounded wrong, he was failing at this!

as briar opened the door, prospero shook the offerings gently as a ‘ta-da’ sort of gesture. a little awkward when he executed it, but alas, he grinned and handed the pots over to the other. “this is a thank you,” perry added. “for your efforts in the quest and for your discretion.” for not telling everyone i dug out a corpse. that we buried it back together. some things were better left six feet under. 

“we must continue our search for our graveyard in the woods,” perry said, crossing the threshold into the garden house. the earthy scents of soil, mingled with the sweet pollen of flowers, were quite the heady medley together. “it's peaceful here,” he observed. peaceful and full of greys, though most were unmoving, gathering as monochromatic shadows by the plants as if they had come to smell the blooms, too.

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The coin is tossed into the air and without so much as a second thought Quinn holds it in place. Perfectly still and floating in mid air as though it had gotten stuck in place. Stepping closer he begins to spin the tiny gold coin. It's ancient, the design stamped on it clearly greek in origin.

"Well aren't you a curious one." His eyes drift from the coin to the man in front of the Hades cabin. His eyes drift over the looming form and he can't help the smile that grows.

"Quinn," reaching out to take the offered hand and giving a firm shake. "Not many people have been asking for my thoughts lately. Then again that might be because I can hear everyone else's. Honestly when Hermes picked me up I just thought it was another kidnapping attempt. I'm not sure about taking on any fights, but so far this place seems more like the Olympic Village on crack, and with far fewer condom bowls."

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location: right outside the hades cabin

He stopped at the front of his cabin, (their cabin?) he didn't explore much. Not yet, it still feels a little strange being here, holy ground so to speak. It's not that he doubted his father, his mortal father that is, but it's one thing hearing stories of mysterious man who changed his life and seeing it in person. Meeting him.

And then realizing while he was searching for him in the worst and best of places he was preparing for war. Had he been chosen, or did he just become useful? He caught a glimpse of something in the dirt, near the path to his door and crouched to pick a single golden coin, lips pursed as someone approached.

"I keep finding these." He muttered, throwing it in the air between them, looking up at the other man. "I suppose it's better than finding bodies, isn't it?"

He got up, wiping away the dirt before he pressed his hand to the other's. "Stanislaw," he introduced himself, nodding towards camp, "what do you think of all this? We're in any shape to fight for the gods or is it more like olympic village on crack?"

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Standing at the door to the Athena cabin Briar knocked three times. His vision shifting to the side as he looked off towards the woods as he waited. In the distance he could hear the whispers of the trees, their sweet calls imploring him to wander. He'd thought of asking Ezequiel to join him, but as the door swings open he suddenly finds himself staring at a stranger.

"Oh..."

He stares for a moment, a long quiet moment. Unblinking as he takes in the sight of the stranger. He had been expecting Ezequiel, though with the arrival of new campers he realizes now he should have expected that there was a chance someone else would be home. Now that he thinks about it he hadn't even checked if Ezequiel was home.

Suddenly his eyes go foggy, and before he can stop himself he says, "you love pink lady apples." That... was fucking weird.

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Slowly Briar comes out of the haze. His vision clearing as he blinks into focus. What comes into focus is an abundance of flowers surrounding him. But not just any flowers. They were a mixture of poisonous and carnivorous flora. Sundews littered the couch and floor, along with vibrant hues of deadly plants. His eyes go wide at their beauty, only to find himself stunned by the words of the son of Dionysus.

"Lethally so... Those ones though happen to be carnivorous. I'd be careful, they can be quite vicious." He raises an eyebrow at Leonardo, his head tilting towards the very flower that the man seemed to be reaching for. "Give me a moment and I can clean this up. I hadn't expected those to do all of this..."

Leonardo almost had to take a step back from the taller man as he watched the smile grow. The wave of pure unhinged and morbid curiosity that was almost sexual in a strange way at the thought of possibly getting hurt was almost overwhelming. It only added to his own excitement of testing the limits of his own power. He should probably make a note to not ask him over again without someone supervising them. He knew more then likely that there wasn't going be a big change but his head was still cloudy. His vision was picking up the maenads that always seemed to hover around the cabin so he knew they worked. he jumped back as the field of flowers exploded around them and let out a small laugh.

"These must hit really hard to make you squirt a field flowers on my couch" He spoke with a bit of a laugh as he reached out to touch one "Are these poisonous."