a long day [erin]

Erin was taking a break from training. Hunter had been busy with some other kids, and while he figured his brother figure would still take the time to help him, he hadn’t wanted to interrupt. He had a habit of putting people before himself, including when it came to training. He had most likely gotten that from Toby, during the few years they had actually lived together. He didn’t remember much from then, just that his step-father hadn’t been nice.

The young son of Apollo had spent the day in the cohorts. He’d taken a nap and slept much longer than he intended to. He was just waking up when he heard someone come into the cohort. It was Maxwell, someone he didn’t really talk to much, but he knew his name. He knew practically everyone’s name, though not everyone knew his name. He wanted to greet him, but his words caught in his throat.

It wasn’t like him to feel attracted to a guy, or get flustered by a guy. He’d always said he was straight, but he’d been wondering for a while what it would be like to date a guy. And he was certain that Maxwell was the cause behind those thoughts. He got butterflies every time the son of Venus looked in his direction; he didn’t even have to look directly at him.

He barely managed to pull his eyes away when Maxwell started getting changed, his face heating up with a blush. Did Max know he wasn’t alone? He lay down on his stomach and stared at his pillow, trying to appear as if he hadn’t been staring. He wanted to say something – anything, but the words wouldn’t come out and he was terrified of becoming a stuttering mess. He made a mental note to ask Hunter for advice later. Hunter went out with a lot of girls, so he had a lot of dating experience.

Erin looked up when he heard Maxwell speak. He hesitated a moment before asking, “Are you okay?” He remembered asking Jaymes what he would do if he had a crush on someone. The son of Cupid’s advice had made him feel… awkward. Jaymes’ advice had consisted of grabbing his crush and kissing him – though Jay was under the impression that Erin liked a girl – and making his crush know how much he liked him. He’d asked Jay why he hadn’t done that with Sorin already and had promptly gotten kicked out of the cohort by the fellow demigod.


WORDS:; 420
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
NOTES:; Obviously Jaymes can’t take his own advice uwu;;

Erin honestly wasn’t listening to Maxwell. He was watching him – or rather staring at him, but he could see Max’s mouth moving, so he figured he could pull off his stare as just listening intently. He heard the words sword and birthday and tuned in on what Max was saying. He raised an eyebrow when Max called someone psychotic, not knowing who he was referring to. Hunter trained a lot of kids, but he doubted he was the only one. Branwen seemed to train some legionnaires – either that or she just looked like she was training them. And Kyle and Flynn most likely pitched in with training as well.

Oh he did mean Hunter. Erin smiled softly. “Well Hunter can be a bit intense, but he means well.” He was certain that Max wasn’t the only one to think Hunter was psychotic. He knew Jaymes refused to train with him – something about it not being good for his health. Perhaps children of love deities just didn’t mix well with children of war deities.

The son of Apollo used his foot to kick up an arrow that had been lying on the ground and caught it. He fiddled with it, moving it between his fingers, a nervous habit he didn’t think he’d ever break. “I’ve uh just been resting in here. Hunter was busy so…” I didn’t have anyone else to hang with. “I just thought I’d take a day off.”

He forced himself to set the arrow down, and the amount of force it took to do that showed. He couldn’t easily stop his nervous habits. He settled for resting the arrow down on his lap and twisting the tip back and forth. “Happy birthday by the way,” he said, his voice shyer than before, his cheeks painted with a soft blush. He’d gotten Max a gift, but hadn’t had the courage to give it to him. It still sat under his pillow. He looked up and smiled shyly. “Well belated birthday.”

He quickly reached under his pillow and pulled out a small wrapped box and tossed it to Max before he could think twice and stop himself. Inside the box was a small leather box with a silver ring in it. On the ring was a blue sapphire the shape of a crescent moon. He’d liked it and bought it the last time he’d left the camp. He wasn’t sure if it was an appropriate gift or not, but he wanted to see Max where it. As soon as the box left his hand, his eyes widened as he realized what he’d down and he was suddenly holding a pillow against his chest and hiding his face down against it, accidentally breaking off the tip of an arrow as he moved his hand and plucked it off.

Yeah, he was nervous.


WORDS:; 477
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
NOTES:; None.

Erin didn’t look up. He made a small sound, muffled by the pillow. He fiddled with the arrow’s tip in his hand, not even wincing when the pointed tip pricked his finger and he got a little blood on his pillow. He tightened his grip on the pillow. Did Max hate the ring? Was he only pretending to like it? Probably. Why had he gotten him something so girly? He probably liked more manly stuff, though Erin had thought the ring looked manly enough, if not unisex at the very least.

He mumbled something against his pillow that if Max was paying a lot of attention to, sounded like – and was – “I like you.” He’d told himself that if he survived going to the Greek camp – he still needed to ask Kyle why he was sent there – that he would tell Max how he felt. Stubbornly, he hadn’t decided when. It felt like the right time now and he wasn’t going to blurt it out. And now just felt right.

He peaked out from behind his pillow and stared at Max, waiting to see if he’d understood him. There was a knot in his stomach that twisted tighter and he felt like he was going to be sick or cry or both if Max had heard him and rejected him. But what if Max hadn’t heard? What would he do then? He didn’t know what he would do. He hadn’t planned that far ahead. He was terrified right now.

He closed his eyes tightly and pulled the pillow away from his face. “I like you!” he said quickly, the words almost bleeding together. But he didn’t stop, not giving Max time to respond. It wasn’t intentional, but rather from his nerves. “And it’s okay if you don’t like me – I mean the ring – no I mean me – er well both. I–I just thought you’d like that and maybe me, but you might not at all, and that’s f-fine. I mean i-it’ll hurt, but I’ll live and – and I don’t know. I just thought you’d like the ring, and I really wanted to make you happy so… yeah…”

He took in a deep breath and let it out before burying his face back against pillow. His mind was a complete mess composed of nervous, anxiety filled thoughts of wondering what he’d just said and why he said it.


WORDS:; 401
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
NOTES:; None.

Erin flinched away when his pillow was snatched from him. Oh God, was he going to hit him? Had he insulted him? Grossed him out? He moved his mouth, trying to form an apology, but he didn’t get the time. Max was kissing him and after a split second of surprise, he was kissing him back, moving closer to him on the bed, his hands twitching, wanting to grasp Maxwell’s shirt and pull him impossibly closer. He closed his hands into fists and forced them to stay on his lap.

When the kiss broke, he found himself leaning forward, desperately trying to follow Max’s lips, wanting to continue the kiss. He blinked and pulled back when Max started talking. Looking down, he saw the ring on his finger and felt his cheeks heat up with a blush. He reached over and grasped Max’s hand, pulling it closer and looking down at it. He smiled brightly, purely delighted that Max liked the ring.

His eyes settled onto Max as he listened to him. Hearing that Max loved him, he dropped his hand, his eyes widening. He couldn’t confidently say that he was in love with Max, that he loved him the way Max apparently loved him. He didn’t know what it felt like to be loved. He didn’t even know what it looked like, two people in love. His mother had long since fallen out of love with his stepfather, and he’d never seen his mother around his father, only Toby had. And Hunter dated so many girls, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen his brother figure in love.

But Max was a son of Venus, a son of Love. Of course he’d know if he loved someone or not. But Erin didn’t know. He couldn’t even define what it meant to be in love. He liked Max a lot. He thought about him constantly and the mere thought of him sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach and his heart skipping a beat.

Hearing Max rambling on as if from a distance, he rested a hand on his crush’s leg. “Max…” he piped up, hoping to get his attention. “I uh… How do you know you love me? …What does it feel like?” He hoped Max could understand. He so desperately wanted to say he loved him, the words felt right to him, felt true. But what if he was wrong? What if he ended up like Hunter? No offense to his brother figure, but the thought of dating people only to break up with them and hurt them wasn’t what he wanted. The mere thought of hurting Max felt caused an ache in his heart.

But could Max understand that? He loved Max, but he didn’t know that because he didn’t know what love felt like. There was love plain in his eyes, it was obvious.


WORDS:; 479
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; None.

With each word that Max said, Erin wanted to melt into his arms and hug him and never let him go. His heart pounded in his chest and the entire world felt like it blurred away and all that was left was Max. Max, who was kissing him again but before he could deepen the kiss, he pulled away again. He reached forward, bundling the fabric of Max’s shirt in his hands and yanking him closer so their lips crashed together.

Keeping one hand gripping Max’s shirt, he hooked an arm around the son of Venus’ neck, holding him close as he kissed him. He wasn’t experienced at all – earlier had been his first kiss. All he could do was put his emotions behind the kiss and make it last longer than the two short kisses Max had given him. However, his lack of experience meant he had no clue how he was supposed to focus on kissing Max and breathing through his nose. He had to break the kiss to breath, but he never took his eyes off of Max.

“I think about you all the time,” he admitted, “I think about you and my heart races and all other thoughts just – they just go away and it’s just you. And yeah, I’ve only liked girls before, but I’ve never liked anyone like I like you and I just really want you to kiss me again.” He sighed contently before snapping out of his daze. “But I should tell you how I feel.”

He looked down at the ring and ran a finger over it. “I think I love you,” he added before smiling up at him, “And by think I mean I know.” He rested his hand on top of Max’s. He smiled shyly. “Does this mean we’re dating now? ‘Cause I’d really like to date you.”


WORDS:; 315
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Maxwell Valentine
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; Gods, this started out nice and turned to a rushed crap. I’m sorry ><