Stuck ((Connor Stoll)) [PG-13]

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Stuck ((Connor Stoll)) [PG-13]

Post by Elijah Emmanual-Wheelan on Tue Apr 23, 2013 1:53 pm

It was a gorgeous spring day. Nice temperature, nice breeze...Elijah had propped open the Principia doors with large stones just to let some fresh air in. The main room was too stuffy anyway. Stuffy and quiet. The boy wasn't fond of silence to begin with, it made his head start whirring, but these long days alone in the main room of the Principia were getting to be a little too much. More than ever, Elijah looked forward to the small things. Meals, short moments with Jack, short moments with River, short moments where he didn't have to deal with paperwork or Legionnaires whose heads he wanted to rip off or pain. Elijah knew his sister would find her way back, but there were definitely moments where he felt doubt and uncertainty. Moments alone in the Principia where the quiet got so loud that the boy just wanted to scream. Open doors meant more than fresh air...it meant sounds drifting in from camp. Talking and laughter and distant echoes of weapons hitting each other in the arena. Things that Elijah missed, a world that the boy wished he could rejoin. There was no time anymore. "Calix...seriously...it's time you rejoin the world of the living..." the boy mumbled, shifting through some papers he had put in a pile rather than his (kind of) carefully thought out filing system. A quick glance at his watch promised Elijah he still had hours to go. Maybe it had been a bad idea to open the doors...now the son of Discordia was finding it infinitely more difficult to concentrate on the work at hand. Maybe he should take a break...lock up the Principia for a bit and go sit near the lake or something. Find a blanket he could lie on and take a nap in the crisp spring air or something. When was the last time the boy got some decent rest? At this point, Elijah had gotten pretty good at blocking out the exhaustion. What else could he do? Yes, he was exhausted, but he still had a Legion to run. Perhaps once Calix resurfaced, the boy could sleep a little better. That sounded so nice.

Just the thought of sleep was making Elijah drowsy. Maybe he would lock the Principia up and just pass out on the table. That had happened a few times at this point...it was difficult enough to sleep at night let alone in the middle of the day, but sometimes it just kind of happened without Elijah realizing. He'd be looking at a paper, and then all of a sudden, find himself staring out the window, seeing the dark of night although he could have sworn it was light out moments before. Either he was sleeping or losing his mind. The boy figured it was sleep, because when he came to, his head was on the table. Oftentimes, stacks of paper became his pillow. Thank the Gods he didn't drool. "Cur non venit ad me? Jack dixi non, elit sed utinam. Require praesenti. Iustus praesenti. Momentoque miraculum," the boy sighed softly. Sleep...or even just to curl up under the covers and shut his eyes for a bit. Breathing properly, pretending he was sleeping. This whole one to three hours of sleep was not working out for Elijah anymore. He needed some decent rest. How the hell was he supposed to get it though? He had tried everything. River had helped him try even more. Nothing worked...sometimes, when he was laying in bed at night, just staring into the darkness, hearing Calix's snores from the next room over and Tac's soft breathing from the floor, the boy would think about odd things. Like how some infants fell asleep easier when they were being held. Maybe Elijah should try that...give it a little time, but ask Jack if he would just hold Elijah for a little until the Praetor fell asleep. Somehow it felt like it would work...but he'd have to give it some time. He hadn't been dating the son of Venus long enough to ask for something like that. A few more weeks of too little sleep wouldn't hurt at this point anyway.

Complicated. It was all so complicated. Sometimes Elijah wished his days, his life wasn't so complicated. There were days before...days he could and couldn't remember...where life was so different. When power was completely different. When the boy was pretty content to stay under the radar and not piss anyone off. When Elijah simply wasn't Elijah. His whole world had changed after being expelled from high school and come to camp. There had been a period of time when the boy was confused and wouldn't let his inner self out. Fear, perhaps? Fear that his inner self was too ugly. Well, he still felt that at times...but things had changed. Elijah had grown. Names, faces, the Feast of Fortuna...the changes he had gone through, shifted from place to place. Ending up here...the Principia...a Praetor...alone. "Te potest non elicere in facie tribulationis, Calix," Elijah growled softly. It almost wasn't fair...the way the two were coping so differently. Elijah was learning to live...Calix was forgetting. The worst part was how powerless the son of Discordia felt. He wanted to be able to do so much more for his close friend and fellow Praetor. Though the boy knew there was only so much he could do for Calix at this point. The older boy wasn't ready to talk, wasn't ready to function, wasn't ready to meet Elijah halfway. And until any of that happened, the boy knew he was on his own. Moving forward, slowly but surely. Learning to live, living for both of them. But did learning to live include letting go of memories of simpler times? Keeping the ideas and lessons close by, but leaving the memories behind to make room for new ones? Complicated. It was all so complicated.

Maybe it would be easiest to just close down for the day. The paperwork could wait, as could any problems Legionnaires may or may not have. If they hadn't caught on to the fact that Elijah was calling all the shots on his own these days, then they could definitely wait a day until he was feeling more ready to tackle issues. The fresh air was just too enticing, a trek to the lake to breathe...maybe the boy would even try to find River or Jack and make them come along with him. Or maybe he would just take the time to himself. Reflection time, time to breathe and maybe start figuring out what his life was. Where he was going. Obstacles along the way...anything and everything. With a deep breath, the boy stood, walking to the doors. One door was shut when Elijah noticed someone walking towards the building. Someone who looked familiar, but Elijah couldn't quite place. The small boy peered around the edge of the closed door for a moment before it hit him. An earlier time, a memory covered in cobwebs. Days where nobody at camp knew the name Elijah Emmanual, much less the person who existed with the name. An Augur turned dictator...Romans kept tight to their side, Greeks to theirs...aside from one. "Graece..." Elijah whispered, watching the boy walking closer and closer. The Greek that, as far as the boy knew, hadn't been seen in Camp Jupiter since the Senate meeting. His face. His words. Suddenly, Elijah wasn't feeling so great about taking some time to let go of memories. The boy walked closer. When he was within hearing distance, Elijah called to him. "I'm honestly not sure what you're looking for or if I can help," he admitted. "But I'm assuming you'd like it to be private. Get in quickly and I'll lock up."

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Re: Stuck ((Connor Stoll)) [PG-13]

Post by Guest on Wed May 15, 2013 11:11 am

It had been a long time since Connor set foor in Camp Jupiter. In fact, half the time he had spent in the Roman Camp had been when it was known under a different name- Not one that anyone ever used, or of it's people's own choosing, but a different name all the same. Connor knew that better than anyone. He'd been meaning to visit again, to see all the lose ends tied up, even to lend a helping hand if they needed it. Rychard he considered a personal friend of his, and even his feelings toward Calix had been brightened. But Camp Jupiter held too many memories that Connor wasn't looking forward to facing, and before he could force himself to make the journey he had traveled so many times before, Rychard had been replaced as the second Praetor, and nearly a year had passed.

With the anniversary growing closer and closer, the thought of Camp Jupiter no longer filled Connor with dread. Instead, Connor only felt guilt.

It was true Connor had done the Romans no wrong with his own hand, but Wilhelm's reign had begun mostly because of him, and Connor had done nothing to stop it. And as his own grief and self-pity faded, the truth became more and more clear to him: Connor owed the Romans a debt he could never repay, a debt months of fear and pain, emotions he was all too familiar with. It was that guilt that had propelled him out of bed and down the beach the day he finally entered Camp Jupiter.

His plan was simple: Find Calix. Ask Calix about his day, the weather, and oh, by the way, how's running an entire Legion going? Find out what he could do to help. Do it and get out before he had to relive every moment he'd ever had with Wilhelm inside these walls. Especially the last one. See? An easy plan, and even came with places for bullet points if you were so inclined. But Connor had never been very good at following plans, even his own. So it was no surprise that this one fell through so quickly.

Connor decided that Calix would probably be hanging out in the Principa where - Connor admitted he had limited knowledge on how the Roman Camp actually worked when they weren't being bossed around by a Swedish Augur, so he was only really assuming -the Praetors did most of their work. So that the was the path he set himself on, taking the familiar steps as people watched him and his orange shirt with a little less suspicion than they would have eight months ago. It was a little comforting to feel that, even if the reason they had softened had nearly killed him.

He was almost to the Principa when an unfamiliar voice stopped him. "I'm honestly not sure what you're looking for or if I can help," it said, apropos of nothing that he could discern, and the suddeness alone had him stalling in his steps, the dust around his ankles puffing up into clouds of confusion. "But I'm assuming you'd like it to be private. Get in quickly and I'll lock up."

The Principa wasn't exactly crawling with visitors, so it didn't take long for Connor to find the owner of the voice, a boy tucked behind the door, small and pale. Connor stared for a moment, unsure of whether he knew this strange Roman or not, and then laughed, and shrugged. What could it hurt? He'd made a habit, it seemed, of trusting strange Romans, and Connor wasn't in the business of breaking bad habits. Radiating amusement, he followed the instructions he was given, stepping into the building and turning on his heel to size up his new 'friend'.

Connor's eyes widened slightly as he did. Of course he recognized him, he told himself. That face was not a face he'd soon forget. Connor had only really met this Roman once, if you could call it a meeting at all. It was not a memory that Connor liked to dwell on, but remembering that... whoever this was had stood against Wilhelm's murderer had a wave of (perhaps misplaced) affection for the Roman rising up in his chest. Affection, Connor noted with a smirk at his own emotions, tinged with the barest bit of lust.

It was almost dismissable, the tiny attraction, but, well... Connor had acted on far less.

"You know, this wasn't really what I had in mind when I decided to visit Calix this morning. You know, Calix. Praetor, actually. And a friend of mine." Lies, of course. All of it. He and Calix had hardly even been rivals, for all their romantic entanglements seemed to suggest otherwise, and even Wilhelm's downfall hadn't brought them 'closer' or any such nonsense. Calix was just a guy who Connor used to hate until Connor couldn't bring himself to feel much of anything. Not that this boy had to know that. Not that this boy, however hot, had to know anything. "This might actually be a better plan, though. No, really, I love this plan." Connor let his eyes drag over the Roman, exaggerating the gesture enough to make it obvious. (There was a difference between checking someone out and casing a mark, he often instructed his younger siblings, and Gods help you if you confuse the two.) "I mean, why wouldn't I love locking myself in a room with you?"

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Re: Stuck ((Connor Stoll)) [PG-13]

Post by Elijah Emmanual-Wheelan on Fri May 17, 2013 5:45 pm

At this point in time, Elijah had a long list of things that were unfair and he kind of just wanted to go away. It was one of those things that he probably shouldn't worry so much about, but he did anyway. And as much as the boy wished he only worried about such things in his free moments (since his free moments were pretty few and far between), he actually spent a lot of pointless time worrying about stupid things. Still managing to get things done, of course, though quite frankly, Elijah wasn't too sure how. Time, of course...the boy was getting more and more frustrated with the construct of time as a whole, and it was pretty near the top of his list. Things just didn't make sense to him within the confines of time. Something that was measured both cyclically and linearly was completely out the window for him...which was probably not the best mindset to have, but hey, the boy had gone along with much worse. Time...bracchae, how long had it been since he saw that face, anyway? A year? Abouts? Long enough that Elijah recognized the Greek boy but didn't have many more pieces of the puzzle. It seemed strange that the older boy was even there, since the son of Discordia couldn't figure out what ties he had to Camp Jupiter since everything had happened. Perhaps it was just the Praetor being paranoid or worrying about nothing. Maybe the Greek boy had a perfectly reasonable explanation for the whole thing. And it would be pretty wrong for Elijah not to hear him out. After all, the small boy tried to promote Greek and Roman relations as best he could. He hated the fact that so many Greeks were anti-Roman and so many Romans were anti-Greek. Getting along was definitely pretty important, as far as Elijah was concerned. So he would do what he could to keep things level and simple as possible.

When the other boy spoke, Elijah frowned slightly. How could he explain this one? "Calix is..." trailing off, the boy was pretty unsure of what to say. Surely Greek campers had heard about Lúth by now. Though maybe not to the point where they would figure Calix to be out of the picture for awhile. But how could Elijah say so without inciting some sort of riot. Most Romans knew by now that one of their Praetors was out of the game for a bit, and that the small boy was doing a pretty damn good job running things on his own. Well, maybe that was his standpoint, Gods knew if everyone else was sure things were going as smoothly as Elijah was. At least no one had started a mutiny yet. "Calix hasn't been feeling well," Elijah finally stated pathetically. "He's not really up for...visiting or anything," it was obvious there was a lot of falsities flying between the Praetor and the Greek boy (if Calix was a friend of the Greek's, surely the boy would have popped in much sooner). Though the biggest problem was probably that Elijah was a much more horrible liar. He always had been, someone so clearly ruled by their emotions would definitely have a hard time sorting through things well enough to get out a good lie. "So I'm...mainly the only operating Praetor right now," the boy finished with a soft sigh. Mainly. Gods, this was clearly going to be a disaster. Despite all, Elijah stuck to his word and locked the doors of the Principia once the Greek boy had entered. What did it matter at this point? Hopefully he could be useful enough to get whatever needed sorting out sorted out and then go find Jack and pretend that this sort of thing didn't happen. Right.

And then the Greek had to go and push Elijah's boundaries. In a way. A strange way. Because at this point, the boy wasn't exactly used to being flirted with or openly hit on or whatever, but he could tell when something was going that way. Being with Jack had made him much more hyper-aware of this sort of thing, no matter how strange it might seem. "A better plan..." Elijah finally choked out, trying not to stare. It was one thing for his boyfriend to show such obvious interest, but the small boy still didn't get why anyone else would. Elijah was Elijah...short, pale, scrawny, makeup...stupid clothing that fit him way too snuggly (thanks to Venus, he was pretty sure), and the boy honestly didn't get what was so appealing about him. But as the Greek's eyes raked over him quite suggestively, the son of Discordia wasn't sure whether he wanted to book it out of there or try to settle things nicely. In all honesty, Elijah still wasn't sure how to deal with this sort of thing. It was hard enough trying to figure out what Jack saw in him, let alone someone he wasn't dating. Maybe it could be chalked up to a big misunderstanding. Or some strange Venus thing that was rubbing off on the boy. That didn't make any sense. Gods, now the Praetor needed to say something to make this less awkward. Although he wasn't really sure what would fit the bill, since Elijah was often the king of awkward. Social cues, anything dealing with people like this was way beyond him. The boy had never been good with people to begin with. And in all honesty, he wasn't sure if it had gotten better or worse now that he had friends and a boyfriend. Either way, the silence was deafening and something had to be done.

"Actually, I can think of a few reasons," the boy finally sputtered. Funny how he went from someone who should be respected to someone who could easily be laughed at. Totally being added to the list of unfair things. In a moment of an attempt to be diplomatic and squash all this nonsense quickly, Elijah offered his hand. "Praetor Elijah Emmanual," he said lamely. "I think I can pretty safely say we've been through some big changes since..." since what? Since the Greek boy had last been around? Something like that. Instead, Elijah shrugged. "But like I said, if I can help you with anything..." no. No, that was bad. Anything was a rather vague word, and could quite easily spell disaster. Finally, a flush rose to the boy's cheeks. How was it that he always managed to say the dumbest possible things at the dumbest possible moments? Deciding it might be best to stop while he was ahead (although at this point, Elijah was far from ahead), the boy smiled weakly, waiting for the other to speak. Maybe if he played his cards right, the Greek boy would just leave for the day. Elijah would promise to send word once Calix was back in action, and he wouldn't have to worry about the Greek boy slowly undressing him with his eyes. "You know," the boy finally muttered, "Why don't I just let you know when Calix is feeling a bit better, if you just wanted to see him..." a pathetic attempt, but Elijah had to try something. "I don't want to waste your time."

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