An Artist's Muse (Xavier)

Kicking a rock that was covered in dirt and some moss, a sigh escaped Xavier Crowell's mouth. The young son of Baldr had nothing to do. the only person he ever actually hung out with was his older brother Zachary, and of course Caspian from time to time, but hanging out with his brother when he was on a date with a daughter Loki was sort of like the ultimate third wheel. He didn't hate her, in fact he rather enjoyed Rosalia's company when Zachary drove him insane over silly little things. But it felt awkward being around people that were dating or were in love.

So what was one to do on such a day? Xavier had no clue really. He hadn't been at camp for very long and only knew a few places really. He didn't stay all year round, once it was time for him to go back to school, he would pack all of his junk and go back home to his mother and Snowball. Now where did he live? Well Xavier only lived Minnesota, so he wasn't too horribly far away from camp like some other campers.

His feet was going to decide what area of the camp he would explore, since Zachary was Captain Buzz-kill (cause he could get hurt or injured, etc). The places he did visit a lot was the forge and armory since just about any sort of weapon he held felt odd, weird, too heavy or too light in his hands. As he walked he blanked out, not really thinking of much. But upon seeing a giant ship in his path, Xavier paused and looked around, trying to take in all of his surroundings. It was obvious; he was lost, and had never been to the Shipwreck before.

Of course Xavier had heard of the Shipwreck from different people. He heard different campers mumble about somebody using it was a work station of sorts. And thus their conversation would always stop once Justin showed up and would join in. But the son of Baldr had never visited it, until now.

Walking up to the ship, Xavier had no idea that a fellow demigod was actually in there carving the ship as if it was a Thanksgiving turkey. His fingers gently touched the side of the ship and he soon regretted the decision to even do that. Quickly wiping his hand on the back of his jeans, he made a disgusted face. "Well that was just plain nasty" he said to himself and stepped back from the ship.


WORDS:; 423
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Chace Gregore
NOTES:; I am sorry that this is pure crap!

Chace looked up, his eyes widening when he heard Xavier. He shifted in his seat so he covered his latest carving with his shoulder. Despite the style he had drawn it in, he wasn’t sure how well Xavier would be able to recognize it as himself. He fumbled in his satchel and grabbed a sketchbook – he had about three, counting the one he’d grabbed in his satchel. One was for wildlife, another was for anything his imagination came up with, and the one he’d grabbed was a random one from his collection of uncompleted ones in his bunker.

He drew in many different styles, but manga was by far his favorite. He could draw detailed portraits, and conveniently, he’d grabbed the sketchbook that he used for detailed sketches. He flipped the sketchbook open to a blank page and grabbed a pencil from his satchel. He leaned forward, trying to see if he could see Xavier. Considering each and every time he’d gotten a crush and made some move, it ended up in disaster and heartbreak, he was much more content sketching Xavier than he was talking to him. After all, drawings didn’t necessarily break your heart.

The thought of the sun shining down on Xavier just outside the Shipwreck, his fingers twitched, wanting to sketch that image. It was a beautiful image in his head, but he couldn’t see Xavier. He had an amazing memory, so all he had to do was just get a look at him for a minute or two and he’d be able to sketch him.

He stood up and walked across the Shipwreck, wincing as some of the old wood creaked under his feet. He’d wanted to carve the floor too, but the idea of even himself walking over any of his art physically hurt. He’d painted the floor of his bunker, but he’d half-assed it so it didn’t hurt as much. He held his sketchbook at his side and a pencil in his other hand, and poked his head out the Shipwreck’s entrance.

His breath hitched and all he could do was stare at Xavier. His imagination had been way off. He looked much more beautiful in the sunlight than he’d thought. His brain was working overtime, trying to form words and send them to his mouth. He was used to being in this situation before. The last – and first – time he’d tried to talk to Xavier, he’d tried approaching him from behind but had been unable to form any words, his artistic eyes looking him over and his heart aching to buy some clay and try making a sculpture of that perfect demigod. And that had only been the previous day.

He’d wanted to ask Xavier if he had a shieldmate. If every time he tried to get a boyfriend went south, then he could settle for just being shieldmates. He didn’t even know if Xavier knew his name, though. He’d always admired from a distance with his nose stuffed into his sketchbook. “Hi!” he blurted out, wincing and mentally face-palming. Why couldn’t he just say hi normally? Why couldn’t he act cool and composed around Xavier the way Zachary seemed to be whenever he saw him with Rosalia? “I uh um was wondering if I could sketch you?”


WORDS:; 548
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Xavier Crowell
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; Omfg I love Chace, why can I be as artistic as him? –sobs–

Hearing a voice of a fellow camper, he at least hoped it was a fellow camper and not a monster or anything, Xavier turned his attention to the person speaking. Looking up and seeing somebody actually on the shipwreck, he blinked. How was the ship actually holding his weight? How was it not all rotted through and filled with giant holes? Squinting so some of the sun wasn't in his eyes, he raised his hand to help block some of the sunlight. From what he saw the fellow demigod was Chace Gregore.

Xavier had never really ever spoken to Chace before. He had seen him around camp several times and had even said 'hi' to him each time, though he was sure that Chace never heard him because he was never the loudest camper. The only way he remembered it was Chace was because he had seen him paint himself up as a rainbow one day and walked around like it was totally normal for him, to which it probably was.

Hearing that the son of Lofn wanted to draw a picture of him, Xavier was shocked. When it came to anything 'artsy' he had the skill-set of a wet paper bag. He could barely draw a stick figure. He had even tried painting and other types of art, all of which he was horrible at and ultimately gave up on it. So he stuck to reading manga and watching anime, it was his guilty pleasure really.

The words were caught in Xavier's throat, it felt like a pill was stuck in his throat and it was dry, as if he needed a glass of water. Xavier never saw anything special about himself. There was always somebody better looking or better at something than him. Of course he tried not to let any of it get to him, so he always smiled as if nothing was ever wrong with him.

"Me?" Xavier finally managed to speak out after a few minutes of pure silence passed between the two of them, making sure that he had heard Chace correctly. Looking around, he did a double check to make sure that the son of Lofn was actually speaking to him. He had never modeled for anything in his life before. And to him it just felt odd really. "Uh I guess you can?" he questioned more than said directly to him.


WORDS:; 395
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Chace Gregore
NOTES:; This is crap, I am sorry

The moments of silence that passed made Chace feel very uneasy. Did Xavier not like him? Did he think he was a freak? Okay, he was a freak, but he was a fabulous freak in his opinion. Occasionally described as creepy or obsessive by some other campers, but still fabulous. When Xavier answered him, his face lit up with a grin. He shifted the sketchbook so he held it in his arm and elbow and twisted the pencil in his hand.

“Really? Thank you!” he exclaimed, already getting to work on the image. The picture of Xavier standing there, holding his hand up to block out the sun was embedded in the back of his eyes, his hand moving the sketch the outlines of the picture before he’d go into the details and shading. He was going for a realistic portrait. He looked up at Xavier, his hand still moving the pencil. He knew all of his sketchbooks like the back of his hand, knowing the exact size of his paper. He could finish a picture without looking at it – or at least finish everything but the shading and coloring.

“You look really nice in this lighting,” he said half-consciously, his eyes on the paper again. The majority of his attention was on the picture. He was barely conscious of his words, and less so that he’d actually said them and not just thought them. “It compliments you. The sun must like you, always shining on your good side.” He paused, erased a line, and started sketching again. “Not that you have any bad side. I mean I’ve yet to see a bad side.”

His hand froze, the pencil hovering over the page. His eyes widened and he looked at Xavier, his face painted with a blush and look of utter embarrassment. “Oh my All Father, did I just say that out loud?” He’d never been dishonest when it came to his feelings, unless he was talking about how he felt about himself and his father. “Well if you’re grossed out, I totally didn’t say any of that. If you’re flattered, I said every word. How’s that sound?”

He brought the sketchbook up to hide his face, his brain trying to figure out if there was a way out of this embarrassing situation. Every time he heard Xavier say hi to him, he was unable to form a coherent and audible reply. Yet the one time he actually managed to speak to him, he ended up embarrassing himself to death.


WORDS:; 426
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Xavier Crowell
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; None.

Watching Chace get his things out of his bag, Xavier paused when he saw him start drawing right then and there. Was he drawing him right now? How was he doing that? And did he have to stand there with his hand in the air all day? "Hold on, wait up, you're drawing me right now?!" he exclaimed but remained still, he didn't want to be a total dick and ruin the picture that Chace was working on. That would just be mean. "My arm is gonna get tired" he moaned a little.

Listening to Chace speak, he could feel gravity putting weight down onto his arm, he just wanted to at least sit down and be comfortable. Hearing Chace say something about a 'good side', he blinked in a confused manner. What did he mean by that exactly? He had never found himself good looking or attractive. He sort of thought he was just 'there' really, to somehow help other people get a boyfriend or a girlfriend. "Um thanks. I think" Xavier said to Chace, mumbling the last part.

He needed to put his arm down, Grabbing his beanie hat with the arm he was holding up, he groaned. "I'm sorry, but holding my arm up like this is just killing me right now. Can I at least take a break for a minute or two?" he asked, hoping that Chace wouldn't get mad, but would understand. Placing his hat back onto his head, he looked over at the son of Lofn. "All my father? I've never heard anybody say that." he questioned, curious to know what it had meant.

"So uh how long have you been drawing?" he asked, hoping he could make some small talk with the rather cute boy.


WORDS:; 290
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Chace Gregore
NOTES:; Sorry this is short

Chace, who was used to a quiet atmosphere when he sketched, jumped and fumbled with his sketchbook and pencil, almost dropping both. He managed to catch the sketchbook and pencil and compose himself. Yes, he was going to die of embarrassment. He’d hoped he’d have an epic death – like going out in a blaze of glory – or peaceful in his sleep of a very old age after living his life to the fullest. Dying of embarrassment was an embarrassment.

“Oh! No, I have a photographic memory,” he explained, mentally scolding himself for not mentioning it earlier. “You don’t have to keep your hand up.” He resisted the urge to sigh in content and stare at Xavier. He didn't know how one guy could be so handsome, beautiful, cute, adorable, hot, and sexy all at once. It didn't seem humanly or even demigodly possible. He blushed faintly when Xavier pointed out what he'd said. Was he really the only one who said that? He'd started saying it as a joke when Justin had taught him about Norse mythology - he was a born and raised Catholic; before coming to the camp, the only thing he'd known about Norse mythology was Thor, and the Thor he knew was an Avenger.

"Well it's like saying oh my Odin instead of oh my God," he tried to explain, taking a break from his drawing and balancing the pencil nestled on his ear against his temple. "Since Odin's like as big as God, he's the All Father of Asgard, right? I mean I think so. It's uh just a habit I got into." He shrugged, glancing down at his shoes. He hoped it didn't sound ridiculous. He'd never said oh my God or gods. If he ever said oh my God growing up, his father would have threatened to wash his mouth out with soap as if he'd cursed. He'd never understood it, but his father was a man he had never understood anything about and he doubted he ever would.

When Xavier asked about his drawing, he barely skipped a beat in replying, a bright smile spreading it's way onto his face. "All my life. I draw, paint, and sculpt, but I've been drawing for the longest. I uh - I actually want to be a manga artist," he admitted. Anime fans had a stereotype of being, well, crazy. He vaguely wondered if Xavier would think he was crazy or antisocial. He had a tendency to be the type of otaku that shut himself off from the rest of the world, and grinned and giggled over manga alone in his bunker, but he wasn't always like that. He thought he was quite social compared to the stereotype.

"I'm actually the one that did all the art on the shipwreck," he said shyly, lightly gesturing to the ship he stood in. He got shy when it came to showing off his work. Even his public art on the shipwreck felt like it held the privacy of a journal, though it wasn't private at all. The art was his own form of writing down his thoughts, opinions, and the way he saw the world in a way that only he could read. He saw beauty in everything at the camp. The way the sun danced off the metal of swords as they clashed together; the beautiful curves and lines of the Scandinavian runes littered around the camp; the majesty of the dragons; and the fierce beauty of the demigods - warriors that would give their lives for the camp. Everything was beautiful, how could he not draw it?

WORDS:; 602
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Xavier Crowell
MUSE:; Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson
NOTES:; None.

When Chace had said that he had photographic memory, meaning that Xavier did not have to stand there for possibly hours on end, Xavier smiled and sighed in relief as he felt his arms getting sore from staying in the position for too long. "Oh awesome" he said happily.

Hearing the reason behind the 'oh my father comment', Xavier nodded his head. It made sense to him really. His household wasn't too religious. According to his grandmother, his mother grew up Catholic but after a while her views upon God changed (assuming when his mom had met his father). He grew up just knowing that some greater force existed, whatever the term was called. "Ah, well that make sense then, I mean I at least see where you're coming from." he said to Chace.

Staying where he was, Xavier paced in a small circle as he spoke and listened to Chace. "Oh cool. I have like zero drawing abilities. Even my stick figures are horrible." he explained, which was why whenever he went back to school he avoided art classes like the plague. Upon hearing the term 'manga artist' his head perked up a little. "Oh really? That's really cool." he asked. It was awesome to find another demigod that actually liked manga and anime, it was something he kept to himself as others would probably think he was weird for even liking it. He finally found somebody to geek over anime with. "So what's your favorite anime?"

Looking at all of the different pieces of art on the ship, Xavier nodded his head. Obviously Chace was really good at art. Anybody could see that. "You're really good, I'm pretty jealous." he complimented. Looking up from where he was standing one major question popped into Xavier's mind; how in the world did Chace actually manage to get into the ship without crumbling underneath his feet?

Rubbing the back of his neck, Xavier stood there awkwardly. Being the son of Baldr, he wanted to protect all of his friends and family. He didn't want anything bad ever to happen to them, just something to ruin their weekend. "So uh how in the world did you even manage to get up there?" he asked, curious to know how it happened.


WORDS:; 374
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Chace Gregore
NOTES:; This is so horrible

Chace was pretty sure he'd put his foot in his mouth already, that at any moment Xavier would call him weird and ask if he could leave. But when Xavier didn't, he felt more reassured that he wasn't making himself look like a complete idiot. "You're probably not as bad as you think you are," he commented absent-mindedly as he continued his sketch. He would have preferred to have more pencils in his hand - different sizes and thickness - to give better shading, but those were in his bag and he didn't feel like rummaging through his bag for them. "I don't believe in bad art. Art, as it's often said, is in the eye of the beholder. Everyone has their own definition of good and bad art, but I don't think there's such a thing. Art comes from the soul, in a sense, it comes from people's minds, their imaginations, no matter how simple it may be. I find that beautiful."

That was how he saw the world, as one big artwork. Beautiful and horrifying. Captivating and wondrous. As a kid, he'd gone to art museums and always wondered why they weren't bigger or fuller. He thought every piece of art, even stick figures, should be in a museum. Art told him a lot about a person and he viewed it as something very intimate. All art from paintings known around the world to a child's finger paint picture of their family was a masterpiece. Life was art and something he desperately tried to capture in his artwork on the Shipwreck.

When Xavier asked about his favorite anime, he paused in his sketching to ponder whether he should tell the truth or not. He favorite anime was a yaoi, a very mature one when it came to the manga but not so much with the anime. He loved both. It was by his favorite author and artist who he read everything that person published and watched every manga adaptation. He didn't hide the fact that he was openly gay, as he had a lot of rainbow items he wore and several things that just screamed Pride. He figured honestly was still the best policy for him.

"Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi," he said flawlessly. He'd taught himself how to speak Japanese with the help of several websites, YouTube videos, and books as well as anime and manga. He could read Japanese too. "It means The World's Greatest First Love. I own all episodes on DVD and all the current volumes of manga in both English and Japanese." He grinned, proud of that. He had a large collection in his bunker, mostly stacked toward the ceiling. He hadn't left any of his anime or manga at his house, despite the fact that his bunker didn't have a television. It was hard moving around in his bunker, but there was a path right toward the bed and his clothes in what he thought was a neat pile by his bed. If somebody hung out in his bunker, they'd be cramped on his twin-size bed. "Do you um like anime?"

Hearing Xavier compliment his work, Chace's face visibly heated up and turned very red. He, as subtly as he could manage, held his sketchbook up so it hid his mouth and nose, thus hiding the large grin that was now on his face because oh my All Father his crush had just complimented his art. That was the biggest compliment he felt he could get. Or at least the one he liked getting. He didn't care if people thought he looked good or not. He mostly hide behind his art or a sketchbook. He dressed himself as if he was a work of art too, but that particular work of art - himself - rarely got complimented.

"Thanks," he managed to say rather shyly. He paused, lowering his sketchbook and cocking his head to the side, blinking at Xavier's question. "It's easy, a lot of people hang out in here. I believe Justin told me the Shipwreck's protected by Odin's magic. It's been here since the camp was started." He didn't know how long that had been, but he assumed it was long.


WORDS:; 695
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; Xavier Crowell
MUSE:; I Do I Do I Do by Creamy
NOTES:; Chace's fav anime/manga is actually one of my faves that I totally recommend if you like yaoi/romance <3

"Thanks for trying to be nice, but no. I'm pretty bad" Xavier said with a laugh. "Me and art just don't get along, which is fine with me cause I still get to enjoy it" he added. Once he had been told by all of his friends from school how horrible his pictures were for any art classes, he knew he would no longer take art and just drop it all together. Hearing Chace go on about what he loved about made Xavier smile, seeing him so passionate about something just made his heart soar. It was cute on Chace.

Listening to the name of the anime, Xavier paused. It didn't sound familiar at all to him. "I have never heard of it" he said openly to the son of Lofn. Why would he lie about seeing something that he never did? It made no sense to him, why people lied about things to whoever they were attracted to (or wanted to get in their pants). "Yeah, but I haven't watched a lot of new stuff. I really like Cowboy Bebop and the Dot Hack series. And Wolfs Rain is really good." Xavier explained to Chace. Maybe he and Chace could sit down and watch The Worlds Greatest First Love together.

Looking up at the Shipwreck, Xavier pulled his beanie off of his head. "That makes sense. Well then I'm coming up" he said as he shoved the hat into his pocket, he didn't want to lose it as it was his only hat. Carefully, making sure that he wouldn't fall in, off or through the giant boat, he climbed up to where the son of Lofn was standing. Xavier was surprised that the ship could actually hold the weight of the two demigods with how old it looked. But since it had magic protecting it, it made a lot of sense.

Xavier nodded his head as Chace mentioned the son of Thor. Was he jealous of Justin for hanging out with Chace so much? A little. It was mostly because Xavier had no idea what to talk about with Chace really. And it was hard to get him away from Justin it seemed. It seemed like the two were attached at the hip, whenever Justin wasn't off hanging around Atticus.

Kicking at an imaginary rock and staring at the floorboard of the ship, Xavier kept his gaze there. He had no idea why it upset him when Chace mentioned Justin. Did Chace like hanging around Justin more than himself? He certainly hoped not. It was the one time he actually got to speak to the son of Lofn and he was enjoying himself. "You've been spending a lot of time with Justin" he mostly mumbled, hoping that Chace didn't hear him.


WORDS:; 458
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Chace Gregore
MUSE:; Going To Hell by the Pretty Reckless
NOTES:; Enjoy~!

Xavier was now close to him, on the Shipwreck, and Chace wasn't sure if he wanted to take a step back or step closer so he remained where he was. "I uh saw one season of Dot Hack," he said, glancing down at his sketchbook so he wouldn't stare at Xavier. He didn't feel like drawing anymore. Instead he wanted to stare at this boy because he was a work of art in his opinion. He was just beautiful. He'd heard of Cowboy Bebop and Wolf's Rain. In fact, if he remembered correctly, he'd avoided Wolf's Rain because it had seemed very disturbing. He could have been wrong, though. He planned on mentioning another manga or anime he was interested in, one that wasn't about two men falling in love, but was distracted by something Xavier said.

Perhaps Xavier hoped he wouldn't hear him, but he had. They weren't standing that far apart. But why would Xavier care how much time he spent with Justin? It wasn't like he was that close with Xavier, though he desperately wanted to be. "Justin's the closest to a best friend that I have," he replied with a small shrug, "He's like a big brother and through him I've met other campers like Atticus and Riley." He knew perfectly well why he felt the need to justify his spending time with Justin to Xavier. He liked Xavier a lot - and, probably due to his mother's curse, when he liked someone, it wasn't just a crush, he fell in love. He wanted Xavier to know that he was available, that he didn't have a crush or any other feelings for Justin aside from friendship and a sort of brotherly love. "Like you and Zach, except I'm not related to Justin."

Chace was holding his sketchbook and pencil like a shield and sword. Drawing was his way of keeping his sanity in a life that had changed his entire view of the world and pushed him down every chance it got. But he didn't need to have his guard up around Xavier. He was bound to get his heart broken by the son of Baldr eventually. That was his curse. He fell in love and every time his heart was broken. "I'll finish this later," he muttered after a moment's hesitation, fumbling to put his pencil and sketchbook into his bag.

"We could always hang out more," he blurted. He paused, blushed, and quickly back-pedaled. "I-I mean if you want to." He wouldn't push Xavier. If he could delay his heartbreak, he could delay the pain. Part of him wanted to get it over with - confess, get rejected, and cry about it in his bunker. But he mostly wanted to keep admiring Xavier, keep daydreaming about what it'd be like to date him. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Xavier hold his hand, or to feel Xavier's lips on his. Just imagining it made him feel like he needed to sit down. 


WORDS:; 501
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; Xavier Crowell
MUSE:; n/a
NOTES:; n/a

"Oh really?" Xavier asked, glad to hear that somebody else liked DotHack. "The one with Tsukasa as the main character? And Mimiru was the really cool heavy blade?" he questioned. The series had a bunch of different spin offs, so it made it a little difficult to know what the son of Lofn had seen or not. To Xavier, the first one was his favorite.

With just his luck, Chace had managed to hear what Xavier said. Mentally, he was beating himself up for even saying it loud enough for him to hear it. It was something he always did, he would always beat himself up mentally. But listening to Chace explain his relation with Justin, it made Xavier feel better. Like all of the jealously, he swore he didn't have, washed away. So he wasn't into the son of Thor, that was good for Xavier.

Although he wouldn't admit it out loud or even around Zachary, Xavier did have a crush on Chace. He knew if he did admit to at least Zach, that his older brother would have a heart attack or something along the lines of that.

Leaning on the railing of the Ship, Xavier looked outward. Why hadn't he done this before? Probably cause the poor kid was scared of heights. He was even freaked out to climb into his bunker. If he was scared of heights then why was he even up there to begin with? Well he wanted to be closer to Chace. Of course he was ignoring the voice that was screaming in his mind, yelling at him to get down.

Hearing Chace say that they could spend more time together made Xavier smile like an idiot. He couldn't help it really. The fact that Chace had even suggested that they spend more time together, made him happy. He nodded his head quickly. "I would like that. A lot actually" he said quickly, hoping that Chace actually heard him and it didn't sound like he slurred his words together.

Standing up on the Ship was a good yet horrifying experience for the son of Baldr. He was happy to be spending time with the son of Lofn but at the same time, his stomach was doing flips and felt like he was going to empty the contents of his stomach soon. Then he made a fatal mistake of looking down. "I uh think we need to get down" he mumbled.


WORDS:; 402
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Chace Gregore
MUSE:; You by the Pretty Reckless
NOTES:; Enjoy~!

Xavier nodded his head to Chace's question on if he would want to spend more time with the son of Lofn. Why wouldn't he? Chace was nice to Xavier. He didn't view him as an enemy really. "Yeah. I mean we have similar tastes, why wouldn't I want to spend more time with you?" he questioned. He would be stupid not to hang out with the son of Lofn more often.

A small and nervous chuckle escaped Xavier's mouth as he tried not to look down again and forcing himself not to dry heave. He could feel the sweat on his face drip down. "I uh have this little fear of heights. I just didn't say anything cause I standing down on the ground was simply hurting my neck to look up and talk." Xavier quickly explained to Chace.

Feeling Chace's hand on his shoulder did help him a little. But still his stomach was doing flips and what not. "I better get down before I end up getting really sick." he mumbled. How he ever managed to get up and down his bunker was miracle for him, probably because he had gotten so use to it by now. Or because had paced himself for about a week, while this was his first time inside and on the shipwreck.

Getting down as quickly as he could, once he felt the ground beneath him, he let out a sigh of relief. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, like he could finally breathe again. Looking up and seeing Chace, he felt guilty. He had no idea why though. "You can stay up there though. I just get really sick if I climb up too high." he explained, hoping that Chace would understand.


WORDS:; 293
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Chace Gregore
MUSE:; Inside The Fire by Disturbed
NOTES:; This is crap, I'm sorry

Chace wasn't sure if Xavier's "why wouldn't I?" question was rhetorical or not. He could list a lot of reasons why someone wouldn't want to spend more time with him. He settled for mumbling, "Not many people want to spend time with me." It was true. If he was ever hanging out with a large group, it was because Justin had invited him. No one else ever invited him to anything, even before he'd come to camp. He nodded quietly and watched Xavier get off the shipwreck. He hadn't thought it was that high, but he didn't want to force Xavier to stay up their with him. He couldn't help wondering if Xavier was making that up, though. A small voice in his head said the son of Baldr just wanted to get away from him. But why would that be the case when Xavier had said he wanted to spend more time with him?

Leaning forward, he smiled down at him. "If I jump, would you catch me?" he joked. He got down effortlessly after putting his satchel over his shoulder so he wouldn't forget it. Landing next to Xavier, he steadied his footing and smiled shyly at his love. "Feel any better?" If they were dating, he would have offered to nurse Xavier back to health - an offer he thought would be cute to make to a boyfriend - but they weren't dating. They'd probably never date. Which he was used to, but he still wasn't happy about it. He liked to think he made an adorable boyfriend - at least his past significant others had never complained about him in that respect - they'd just had a problem with him falling in love with them quite fast and early.

As he waited for a response, he started to stare again. He wanted to move closer to Xavier and just kiss him. He could imagine what it was like. Moving closer, grabbing Xavier by the shirt, pressing their lips together, moving his hands up Xavier's arms until his own arms were around his love's neck and his fingers were intertwined with Xavier's hair. He'd kiss him passionately, the way he knew how from his dating experiences. He'd push his body up against Xavier's, all of this to let the son of Baldr know just how much he loved him, all the while never missing a beat with the kissing.

He hadn't realized that he wasn't imagining any of that. "I love you," he breathed out against the kiss. When realization dawned on him, he froze. He stumbled back, eyes wide and face burning with a blush. He backed up quickly, putting several feet between him and Xavier. He didn't want to suddenly find out whether the son of Baldr had a temper or not. He didn't want to risk getting slapped or punched. He'd messed it up. He'd been close to getting to know Xavier better, perhaps becoming friends with him. He'd messed it up, again.

"I-I didn't mean to - I didn't mean th-that," he quickly stammered out. He held his hands up defensively. He was used to getting hit. He could block a swing if he needed to, he thought. "It - It won't happen again. I-I promise." His whole body shook faintly. He wanted to run, but he felt like if he tried to take another step, his feet would collapse from under him. He didn't know what to do.


WORDS:; 570
OUTFIT:; link
TAG:; Xavier Crowell
MUSE:; n/a
NOTES:; I figure we can bring this to an end in a couple more posts? I doubt they'll get together in this thread, tho, since they're not together in brotherly advice which takes place after this iirc. xP