brotherly advice

Erin watched as his arrow slammed into the middle of the target, where he wanted it to go. He was firing off one arrow after the other, aiming high and low on the target. He hit his mark each time, which wasn’t a surprise. He hadn’t trained for years only to end up sucking at archery. He had a natural knack from it that he had his father to thank for. The rest of any talent he had, he had Hunter to thank for that.

Hunter wasn’t related to him by blood, but he was more like a brother than his own brother. He felt extremely guilty about that. He didn’t remember much of Toby, and from what he did remember, he seemed like a loving brother. And he did remember that their step-father wasn’t a nice man. But he also remembered Toby and their mother leaving him at his grandparents’ house before his grandparents took him to Lupa and the Wolfhouse.

He didn’t talk about his family, even with Hunter. Whenever he was asked, he just said there wasn’t much to talk about and left it at that. He knew he had the same dad as Toby and his dad was Apollo so Toby was a demigod. But he didn’t know where his big brother was. Why hadn’t they gone to Lupa together?

He glared down at a necklace his mother and brother had given him for his last birthday with them. Was he right in feeling some resentment? He wasn’t sure. More than he resented them, though, he missed them. He wished he could drag Hunter to their home and introduce him to his family. He was fairly certain that Hunter and Toby would have gotten along. And his mom had always been a kind-hearted woman. His step-father was the only unpredictable one.

He stuffed his necklace under the collar of his shirt and started walking to the Field of Mars, slinging his bow onto his shoulder. He wasn’t surprised to see Hunter there and he grinned, picking up his pace and practically running to his side. “Hey!” he greeted, shifting his bow on his shoulder so it wouldn’t dig into his skin. He had a quiver with a few arrows still in it.


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TAGGED:; Hunter Morgan
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Erin made a small noise of surprise when he was suddenly grabbed. His bow slid off his shoulder and clattered to the ground, his arrows jostling around in his quiver. Her verbally protested at the noogie and gave a light shove toward Hunter when he was let go. He grinned at Hunter and light smacked his hand against the older boy’s arm – he doubted it would hurt but hoped Hunter was nice enough to pretend it at least stung.

“I’m not that short,” he insisted, then paused before adding, “Am I?” He was young so he figured he’d have a growth spurt, or rather hoped he would. If he didn’t, he hoped Max liked short guys. He blushed and huffed, looking away from Hunter. He couldn’t look his brother figure in the eye when he talked about his love life because he didn’t want to tell Hunter about Max but he was terrible at lying and keeping secrets.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he pointed out, though left out the part where he didn’t want a girlfriend. He didn’t know if he like liked guys, but he really liked Max and he wanted to date Max. He didn’t see anything wrong with it, but what if Hunter was the type of person to not like a boy liking another boy? He didn’t think Hunter was, but he didn’t want to take the risk. He was too scared.

“I’ve just had a lot to think about lately,” he muttered, and by that he meant Maxwell. He hesitated before looking at the demigod he’d come to view as an older brother. “Say Hunter, how can you tell when someone likes you? Like if you like someone and you want to know if they like you back, how can you do that without asking them?” he blurted out, looking at Hunter like a lost puppy.


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"Well compared to me, you're short." Hunter said, giving Erin a smirk. Hearing Erin mention that he didn't have a girlfriend, Hunter shook his head with a chuckle. "Yeah Erin, I know you don't. I was picking on you. It's kind of what older brothers do to younger brothers." he said to him.

Hearing that his younger brother did have somebody that he was interested in, Hunter smiled. It was awesome that Erin wanted advice from him, made him feel a little special. Looking over at the lost puppy that was Erin, Hunter couldn't help but to at least laugh. He just looked so pathetic. "Well there is this thing called asking them directly. I mean it works for me. That's how I end up with all of my dates." Hunter simply said. Did that mean he wanted Erin to turn out just like he was? No. All he did was date girls, break up with them and have a good number of them hate him. But because of Erin's personality, he knew that would never happen.

"But since you're a big chicken and said you don' want to face them personally, here is another way to find out of somebody likes you. You can find one of their friends, or even a sibling that they're really close to. Try and find out from them. And of course there are ways to tell by having a simple conversation with them." Hunter explained to his little brother.

"It's cool that you wanna know if a girl likes you, but wow you have zero game." Hunter joked, ruffling Erin's hair some. "So who is the lucky girl? Cause I believe that there is a daughter of Mercury that has a crush on you"


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TAGGED:; Erin Davis
NOTES:; Sorry this is crap.

Erin raised an eyebrow and smirked up at Hunter. “I could probably have a growth spurt and end up taller than you,” he pointed out childishly, knowing it wasn’t likely to happen. Hunter was just built like a main character on a television show – tall, strong, and handsome. All he could do was hope someone – especially a certain son of Venus – would someday find him as handsome as girls seemed to find Hunter.

When Hunter mentioned older brothers and younger brothers, his smile vanished for a quick moment before it came back, this time holding the tiniest bit of pain in his eyes. “I guess you’re right,” he replied. He couldn’t wondering if Toby would have teased him, had they grown up more together. He tried to push the pain of not knowing back and joked in an attempt to hide that feeling from Hunter, “Not like you have a girlfriend either. Though you still look at Lyra like you like like her”

“But what if h–this person doesn’t like me back?” he asked, catching himself before he gave away too much information on who he liked. What was Hunter’s opinion on gays? Not that he thought he was gay. He still liked girls, but he really liked Maxwell. Did that make him bi? He made a mental note to ask Jaymes about that later. While he didn’t take the entire son of Cupid’s advice to heart, he was certain he was the one to go to with questions about sexuality.

“I’m not a chicken!” he protested with a pout, folding his arms across his chest. He looked away, staring somewhat sadly at the ground. “I just don’t think I could handle it if this person told me they didn’t feel the same.” He looked up at Hunter. “I really like him, Hunter.” His eyes widened slightly when he caught his slip up and an alarm went off in his head, his stomach in an iron grasp of nerves. “H-Her! I really like her.”

Desperately he searched for a change of topic. “I can think of some people to ask.” Branwen was the only one to come to his mind. Surely she’d know if her half-brother like him. “Wait, what daughter of Mercury?” He was a sweet kid, but Erin was clueless when it came to girls and Maxwell. Someone could mouth I love you to him and he wouldn’t understand what he or she was mouthing. He huffed stubbornly. “I have game, I’m just not a player like you,” he teased, hoping Hunter didn’t catch his slip.

He didn’t think Hunter would have a problem with him being bi, but there was always that nagging fear in the back of his mind. A fear that hissed into his hears that he didn’t know Hunter as well as he thought he did. As much as he tried to ignore the fear, it was always there. And now he felt like it was strangling him, squeezing at his heart and making him feel sick. He hoped it didn’t show on his face, but he had the feeling that it did.


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TAGGED:; Hunter Morgan
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; None.

When Erin had mentioned Lyra, Hunter rolled his eyes and gave Erin a nice brotherly push. "Yeah but we're not talking about me here, we're talking about you." he told him. People could probably go on for hours about what was 'wrong' with Hunter, and that would be hours of his life that he would never get back. And the fact that Hunter still had feelings for his ex-girlfriend Lyra didn't help the son of Mars out at all.

"Aww, but who could hate you? You're just so small and cute" Hunter teased Erin, ruffling his hair up as he spoke to him. It was obvious that he viewed this kid as his own brother, he would die for this kid even. "Well if they don't like you, then they're stupid. Plain and simple as that really." he said and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well if you can't handle it, then I don't know what to tell you kiddo" Hunter said to his brother figure. He didn't have the answer for every question Erin threw at him. Some he would just have to figure out on his own somehow. "And if they don't like you back, well there are always plenty of fish in the sea. No need to caught up over one person who doesn't like you. I mean look at me, I'm pretty sure that most of the camp hates me. But I don't care." It was true, he really didn't care. For the people that did like him, he made sure to watch out for them, like he did with Erin. For the people that hated him, he made their lives hell during training. He lived by the saying of 'what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger'.

When Erin had originally said 'he' and then changed it to a 'she', Hunter gave him a confused look. He had never asked his little bro about his sexuality because well, it just wasn't any of his business really. And if Erin ever wanted to tell hunter if he was into boys or girls, he would. Hunter wouldn't pressure him, directly of course. He laughed and shook his head about the daughter of Mercury comment. "Nope. I actually just made that up, cause I'm an asshole like that." he grinned, at least he could admit it.

"A player?" he questioned, knowing that it was true. "Now who on Camp Jupiter would say such a thing about me?" he asked rhetorically. Running his fingers through his short dark hair, Hunter looked over at Erin. "So" he started. "Just out of curiosity, who is the person you have a crush on?" he questioned, wondering to hear what Erin would have to say.


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OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Erin Davis
NOTES:; Sorry this is crap.

Erin smirked and tried to give Hunter a light push back, but he wasn't as strong as the son of Mars. "Well we could talk about you if you'd let me change the subject," he teased, "You know I could always be your wingman and talk you up to Lyra. I don't think you screwed that relationship beyond repair." He grinned as innocently as he could, pretending to have a halo above his head. He wasn't a meddling kid - though he could be if he wanted to. He'd meddled once before to see what one of Hunter's previous girlfriends was getting him for their anniversary, but that was just so he could remind Hunter he had a one week anniversary coming up.

When Hunter ruffled his hair, he playfully swatted at his hand. "I didn't say hate. No one hates me, I've cute and likeable." He put on a smile as if to prove his point. Besides, he was pretty sure if anyone hated him and showed it, Hunter would force them to like him. It was nice have a brother figure who doubled as a bodyguard and an attack dog. He snickered, imagining Hunter barking at someone like a dog. It didn't seem that far off. "True, but you're not the best example of a successful love life." He spoke before he could stop himself and quickly added, "No offense." But it was true, and he didn't want to end up having most of the camp hate him.

"The camp just needs to see you the way I do," he reasoned, "You have a cuddly side that you need to show to your girlfriends more - when you get a new girlfriend that is. You're like a bear, fluffy and cuddly, but fierce and could maim someone and kill them with your bear hands." The conversation didn't seem like it'd turn to Hunter rather than himself, but he could put in his two cents if he wanted to. He didn't want to think about other fishes in the sea. He liked Max and wanted Max, only Max.

"I'm not like you, though. I'm not as strong," he mumbled, looking down at the ground and kicking at it. He cast the Centurion a look. "You're not an asshole, you're an acquired taste, which is much better than being an asshole." He raised his eyebrows and couldn't stop a small grin from showing on his face. "Yeah, a player. That's what the girls call you. Oh Jaymes says he'd be happy to play with you." He had an idea what the son of Cupid had meant, but he hadn't asked for confirmation because he hadn't want to know. "He said that to Bran. I just overheard it yesterday."

When Hunter asked who he had a crush on, he looked away. He wanted to confide in Hunter, but he wasn't sure how it would go over. He had a crush on Max, who lived in his cohort and it was only the two of them in the cohort. He trusted Max and he hoped Hunter would trust him that nothing inappropriate would happen.

"Promise you won't freak out?" he asked, glancing up at his brother figure. "You know 'em." He was fairly sure that Hunter trained Maxwell. The Fifth Cohort didn't have any Centurions, so they trained with other cohorts. "I uh I like Max." He mumbled that, partially hoping Hunter didn't hear.

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Upon hearing Erin offer to be his wing-man, Hunter arched an eyebrow and then laughed. "Thanks but no thanks Erin. I think I've got it under control. If she doesn't want to speak to me then so be it. There are plenty of female campers here. And plus, I can always find a girl outside of camp." Hunter told his kid brother. So far, he never needed a wing-man. He would just talk to a girl and eventually it would happen; they'd date & then after a while he would break up with them. His relationship with Lyra was probably the longest one he ever had, and he had been the most happy with her (though he would never admit it in front of Erin). "None taken, I know I'm not the best example."

"A bear? Cuddly?" Hunter questioned Erin. Shaking his head, he had no idea what Erin really saw in him. "You're so weird Erin. I don't know how in the world I'm cuddly or a bear, since that could mean something totally different to another set of people."

Hunter rolled his eyes when Erin had said that just about all of the girls at camp called him a player. He knew they would call him that. But upon hearing that Jaymes had a possible interest in him, Hunter shuddered and groaned. "Erin, you don't need to know what that means. You're too young to be hearing stuff like that."

When Erin had finally admitted who his crush was Hunter was a little shocked. He had nothing against gay people. He didn't hate them at all. It was just something that never really came across his mind. Hearing that Erin had a crush on a kid named Max, Hunter paused for a brief moment. Now he trained a lot of people, so there was only a few people that he remembered; the really good and the really bad. Now Max wasn't really good or bad, what he remembered was who his godly parent was; Venus.

When Hunter was younger, the first girl he had dated was a daughter of Venus. They dated for about a month and half and out of the blue, she ripped his heart out and tore him a new one. Over time he somewhat got over it, by doing what she had done to him but to other girls. It wasn't something he planned on doing, it just sort of happened really.

"Hold on" Hunter interjected. "You mean that kid who is the son of Venus who also lives in the same Cohort as you?" Hunter questioned. Now if they had lived in different Cohorts he would have been fine with it. But with the two of them living together, Hunter just didn't want his little brother getting his heart broken or something happening to him.


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TAGGED:; Erin Davis
NOTES:; Enjoy

Erin wasn't sure if he was about to step on a mine or not. Surely children of Venus didn't have a reputation like children of Cupid - or rather Jaymes; he'd created an entire stereotype for himself and any half-siblings he had. He was certain that the fact that he and Max lived alone in the Fifth Cohort together wouldn't help his case. He lightly bit down on his lower lip, taking an obvious minute or two to think of a reply. Nothing good came to mind.

"Maybe," he replied with a guilty look. He'd once been told that he wore his heart on his sleeve. He didn't know what that meant. He'd want to ask Hunter, but later that day he'd forgotten all about it after running into Maxwell at the baths, shirtless and wet with a towel on his head, in the middle of drying his hair - he'd promptly turned around on his heels and left, face burning with a blush.

"He's a really nice guy and I think you'd really like him if you got to know him," he said quickly, not giving Hunter time to reply. His words soon turned to nervous rambling. Hunter was like family to him. He didn't care if his mom or step-dad approved of his interest in anybody, and he was certain Apollo would improve, and Toby wasn't around for him to worry about. If Hunter didn't like Max, he was certain he'd figuratively die. "I mean I don't know him that well, as well as I know you. We don't really talk much. I think he's shy, which is cute, and I never know what to say because what if he doesn't like me? I mean if he doesn't, I'm sure my life won't end, but I really want him to like me."

He had to force himself to shut up, his cheeks burning with a blush. When he'd had crushes on girls before, he'd talked to Hunter, for advice, and he wanted to be able to do that with him now, even if this time his crush was on a guy. Hunter didn't seem against gays - though he was fairly certain he was bisexual, not gay - aside from being uncomfortable when Jaymes flirted with him, but a lot of people got uncomfortable around Jaymes. But would he be comfortable with Erin asking for advice when it came to Max? He didn't want to make Hunter uncomfortable.

He gave Hunter his best lost puppy look, searching his brother figure's face for any show of support, even the tiniest bit. "I really like him, Hunter, a lot." He wanted to date Max. Would he ever get the courage to ask him out? Probably not, but he wanted to date him.


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TAGGED:; Hunter Morgan
MUSE:; Secrets by One Republic
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"Yeah I know he is nice Erin. I have seen the kid around camp at least once or twice" Hunter said and rolled his eyes.

Hunter shook his head, wanting the conversation to end then & there. Why could Erin just understand what he was actually saying? The kid was in love, obviously, and was being a little dense and would probably not want to listen to reason or to logic. Hunter had been there before, a long long time ago. "Look Erin, that's not what I am talking about. At all" he commented back.

Hunter always viewed Erin as his little brother. The keyword being little, as if he were Peter Pan & would never grow up & fall in love. But of course he knew that would never happen.

"Look I don't care if you fall in love with women, men or a freaking inanimate object. You're my little brother & I look out for you." Hunter said with a sigh. He was not the best person to give out personal & emotional speeches. And if word got out that this did happen, he would throw Erin into a lake. "It's different because you two live in the same cohort together." he said, really hoping that he wouldn't have to draw a picture out for the son of Apollo. Yeah Erin could be a little dense at times, when it came to romance. But Hunter did not want to have to paint that picture for him.

"Look Erin, I just don't want to see you get hurt. What if it doesn't work out? Cause then you'd have to see him like everyday" Hunter explained.


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TAGGED:; Erin Davis
MUSE:; Fake It by Seether
NOTES:; Enjoy