unofficial brothers? (Hunter)

Waking up early, Hunter let out a groan. He would have liked to sleep in once and while, but if he did that without getting little Kyle's permission, Kyle would chew & nag his ear off. Grabbing his sword, he quickly cleaned it and made sure that there wasn't any scratches. Changing into some clean clothes, he walked out of his cohort. He had decided to be nice and take over for whoever was patrolling at the moment. "Hey go get some sleep" he said and watched as the fellow Roman demigod thanked him and made their way back to their bed.

Hunter wasn't always the big and strong person he was. When he was younger he was actually rather small and skinny. Doctors were afraid that he was malnourished and had tried to take him away from his mother. His mother had done everything to make sure that he was healthy, she even had two different doctors stay an entire day to just merely watch & see what happened. Upon seeing that Hunter did in fact eat, a lot, and run around like crazy they had apologized like crazy.

Ever since he could remember it was always Hunter and his mother. He had always asked about his father, but his mother said that he had died before Hunter was born to get him to shut up about it. Of course as he got older his mother did began to date men. He remembered when he was around fifteen, she began to date somebody that was abusive to her. Of course with a few visits from Hunter, and a few fights, broken noses, a broken rib or two, and some black eyes, the man promptly left.

Watching as different campers were finally waking up, Hunter smiled. 'Finally' he thought to himself and listened as his stomach began to let out a growl. Putting his sword back into it's sheath, the son of Mars began to look around. What was he looking around for? Well it wasn't a what, it was a who. He was looking for his adoptive brother; Erin Davies. Hunter had never asked Erin of his personal life, he assumed Erin would tell him when he wanted. So far, nothing. He had introduced his mother to Erin. His mother loved Erin and spoiled him when she saw him. After all these years all he really knew about Erin was that he was the son of Apollo and just didn't like talking about his family.

Hearing his stomach growl at him again, Hunter groaned in annoyance. Where in the world was that twerp? If they got there early, he would be able to save a seat for the small kid. "Hey!" he called out to everybody that was near the Caldecott Tunnel. "Has anybody seen Erin Davis?" he asked and watched as some campers merely shrugged their shoulders at his question. "Seriously, how does he manage to disappear so often?" Hunter asked himself as he shook his head. 'Probably because he's so short' Hunter thought to himself.


WORDS:; 504
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Toby Davis
NOTES:; enjoy

Toby felt very uneasy. He wasn't a cabin leader and thus his knowledge of the Roman camp was very small. He doubted they were as vicious as some of the campers claimed. The camp looked very different from Camp Half-Blood. He didn't see any cabins, and he could see what he guessed was a whole town. It was impressive. He wondered if Annabeth had seen it before - he knew she'd appreciate the architecture. He was shook out of his thoughts when someone started talking. He blinked - had this guy mentioned his brother? He had! He opened his mouth to call out to him but quickly closed it. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, and he was certain that if he yelled over, more than just that guy would look at him.

He hurried over to him, briefly grabbing his shoulder to get the Roman to turn toward him before releasing his grip as he said, "Hey." He took a step back, taking not of the sword. Could the Roman have his sword ready before he could get an arrow knocked to his bow? He wasn't sure, but he didn't want to take a chance. "You're looking for Erin Davis?" He needed to be sure. If he was looking for Erin then there was a chance that his little brother was alright - maybe not safe since apparently this Roman couldn't find him, but possibly alright.

"Erin goes here?" he asked for confirmation. Erin could have just been visiting for all he knew. But he needed to know. He didn't think he'd be able to get sleep at night if he didn't make sure his little brother was safe. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he found Erin. Would he try to convince him to come to Camp Half-Blood with him? Would he stay awhile here to make sure he was alright? He just didn't know. There was so much distance between the two camps, and if his brother was here, that meant that that distance was also between the two of them.

"I'm Erin's brother," he explained, not wanting the Roman to think he was some enemy. He may have been Greek, but technically he was also Roman. He pulled back, realizing he might seem a little panicked or desperate. "I uh I just haven't seen him in awhile." That was the truth, though he didn't mention that his mother had lied to him. If his mother had sent him to this camp, then surely she knew he was a demigod. And both boys had the same father. He wondered if his mother knew he was at a camp for demigods too.

"I just - is it alright if I see him?" He would have preferred to just search the entire camp until he found his little brother, but while he didn't think the Romans were bloodthirsty savages, he was still afraid of getting his head chopped off if he angered the wrong Roman. He wasn't even thinking about the clear black eye - the hit to his jaw might have left a bruise, he hadn't checked. His first priority was and always had been his brother. The moment he'd become a big brother, he'd taken Erin as his responsibility. His mother certainly hadn't made either of them a priority when Apollo hadn't returned to her and she started dating. He'd taken care of Erin. He'd been the one that kept him safe. All this time he'd thought he was with their grandparents, and instead he'd been living the life of a demigod - which he knew was a dangerous life. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to Erin, not being there to protect him.

WORDS:; 618

OUTFIT:; Here

TAGGED:; Hunter Morgan

MUSE:; N/A

NOTES:; None.

Feeling somebody grab onto his shoulder, Hunter could only assume it was another Centurion or a Praetor wanting his attention or to merely ask him a question about something. But what he didn't expect was to see a new face. Was this kid a new camper? Was he lost? He had never seen the kid before. Laughing at the kid's first question about Hunter's 'little brother', he nodded his head. "Uh yeah he goes here. Kids of Apollo do go here. Or to that camp for the Greeks." he said, trying not to shudder too much.

Hunter had only met a Greek demigod about once or twice and it was awful. They were freaking out on how to fight a monster. It was like watching a chicken run around with it's head cut off. It was pathetic really. Of course Hunter had to come in and to save the day.

When the kid had mentioned that he was in fact Erin's brother, hunter paused for a moment. Did Erin ever mention having a biological brother? Hunter couldn't remember anymore. Grabbing the kid by the upper arm, Hunter dragged him a good distance away from where they were originally standing. "So what you're saying is that you're Erin's biological brother? Like you guys have the same mother?" he asked the boy. He wanted to make sure that he was telling the truth and not trying hurt the poor kid in anyway. And if he was Erin's brother, then why wasn't he already at Camp Jupiter?

"Yeah Erin does go here. He lives in the fifth Cohort. I'm Hunter by the way." Hunter explained, assuming that the kid simply knew what he was talking about. He wasn't really used to speaking with people outside of Camp Jupiter really, unless if it was his mother. But that was a different story.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Hunter only felt awkward around one other person and that was Lyra. But that was because he still had feelings for her. He knew that he still loved her but he never wanted to show it. Thing between them ended weirdly, so he decided to drop it & ignore those feelings (though they'd emerge greater when he was around her).

"Well if you really are his brother I have a question for you." Hunter said, trying not sound as if he was threatening the guy. He was known for being tough and strict. But if other campers saw him merely hanging around Erin, it was a total 180. He was more relaxed. Erin was rubbing off on him, somehow. "I've asked the kid about his family, just out of curiosity but he never says anything about it." Hunter said to the kid.


WORDS:; 451
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Toby Davis
NOTES:; enjoy

Toby felt a wave of relief wash over him. Erin was here and most likely safe. He stiffened, hand itching to grab his bow from his shoulder, when he was pulled away and moved. He stared at Hunter's hand on his arm until it was removed. He wanted to trust him, but he didn't know him at all. "Yeah I'm his brother, same mother, same dad," he stated and gestured to the bow and quiver full of arrows slung on his back and shoulder, "I'm a son of Apollo." He wasn't going to say he was from Camp Half-Blood. It might have been obvious, but in case it wasn't, he wasn't going to announce that. He was perfectly fine talking alone to a Roman so long as he didn't anger him since he had a sword that he figured would hurt badly if it sliced through his skin. But he didn't know, whether he was technically Greek and Roman, how the camp would feel about him if they knew he was from Camp Half-Blood.

"I'm Toby," he replied, figuring since Hunter gave him his name, it was only polite to do the same. Confusion briefly flashed across his face. "Fifth Cohort? Where's that? What's that?" He was so obviously not from Camp Jupiter that it was blinding. Maybe they'd think he was just a demigod that had never gotten the chance to go to camp? He didn't think so, but he was allowed to be naively hopeful. It was awkward, but his focus was on finding his brother. "I assure you I'm really his brother." He didn't get why Hunter wouldn't be sure. Could he not see the resemblance? Why would someone pretend to be Erin's brother?

When Hunter asked about his family, Toby wrapped his arms around his bruised ribs so he wouldn't reach up and touch his black eye. "I doubt he likes thinking about it," he explained, "He's never met our dad. Our mother's married, our stepfather is... Well it doesn't matter. If Erin's here, he's safe, right?" He searched Hunter's face for some reassurance. "Mortals can't come here, right? Erin's safe? He can't hurt him?" He was referring to their stepfather. Mortals couldn't get into Camp Half-Blood, so it had become like a safe haven for him and he could only hope this place was one for Erin.

But what if mortals could get here? What if Erin visited their mother and stepfather? Or what if they visited him and acted like they were one big happy family in front of everyone? "Our stepfather's not a nice man," he explained, figuring that one more person to protect his little brother would be a good thing to have. "He used to hit him, but I protect him - I keep him away from him, but he's still verbally abusive." Was there anything Hunter could do? Toby didn't think so. But if Hunter could keep Erin from ever feeling guilty and visiting their mother, then he hoped to the gods Hunter would.

WORDS:; 503

OUTFIT:; Here

TAGGED:; Hunter Morgan

MUSE:; N/A

NOTES:; None.

Upon hearing the boy say that they had the same mother & father, Hunter paused, If they had the same parents then why didn't this guy go to Camp Jupiter as well then? Then it made sense, by the way he was just so generally confused by things here at Camp, he went to the camp for the Greeks. "Well Toby" he said to the kid. "A Cohort is like your version of a cabin." he hinted at. Sure Hunter wasn't the most intelligent guy out there, but he wasn't as dumb as a box of rocks as some people probably thought.

Looking over at Toby, Hunter nodded his head at his question. "Yes Erin is safe. I look out after him." Hunter told him, hoping that Toby would ease up some. "And if anybody were to slip into Camp Jupiter, they'd have to go through me first before they could get to Erin. He's kind of like a little brother to me."

Listening to Toby explain why Erin never spoke about his parents or his life at home, it made sense now. The fact Erin's step father was a major tool and even tried to hurt him, proved that the man was weak and pathetic. In Hunter's eyes, Toby was an excellent older brother, looking out for Erin and making sure he didn't get hurt.

"Look, I'd love to let you see him but I can't." Hunter told Toby. "Cause I'm sure if I drag around a new kid that should have been here at camp by now, some people might gets a little suspicious." Hunter explained to him, hoping he would understand. He also didn't want to hear Kyle whine and bitch like a girl for the next month or so about it.

"But" he said, before Toby could even get the chance to interrupt. "I can arrange for a meeting. Somewhere outside of camp and someplace more open. Like a park or something. I could say I'm dragging him along on a super simple quest or something, I can work out the details later." Hunter explained to the son of Apollo. "And then you two meet and have a nice happy reunion. So what do you say?" Hunter asked.


WORDS:; 368
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Toby Davis
NOTES:; enjoy

He'd been obvious. So obvious it was probably blinding like the sun. He didn't assume Hunter was stupid - if anyone was an idiot, at the moment, he was sure it was himself. He'd heard stories about the Romans, mostly rumors because no one really knew the Romans, or if someone did know them, they didn't speak up. His hand subtly, instinctively, reached for his bow. At the very least, he could use it like a sword if he didn't have time to draw an arrow. When Hunter didn't show any signs of a threat or hostility, Toby forced his hand to lower, resting it on his hip, his fingers curling under his belt, needing to grasp something that wasn't his bow.

A pang of jealousy struck through him like a dart. This guy, a total stranger to him, was like a brother to his brother. He knew it was selfish, but he felt replaced. Not that he blamed Erin or Hunter. Hunter had been there when he hadn't. Instead of moving in with his grandparents or at least following Erin, he'd chosen to stay behind to look after their mother. It had seemed like a good idea at the time; he'd been so young, how could he have expected himself to make an adult decision? But by not following his little brother, by not being there to protect him more, he'd failed him. There wasn't a doubt in his mind, he'd failed Erin.

When Hunter started talking about setting up a meeting between the two sons of Apollo, Toby only felt worse for his initial jealousy, and even for feeling a bit resentful. Hunter would go out of his way to get him together with his little brother. He was a good guy. It wasn't his fault that he'd been the big brother Toby had failed to be, and that wasn't such a bad thing. Erin had someone to look out for him. Hunter wasn't a brother by blood but rather choice.

I shouldn't have come.

Toby held up a hand, forcing a smile. He vaguely wondered if it showed on his face, how much he was hating himself at the moment. Despite his past, he wasn't normally one to feel depressed or sorry for himself. He was a warm, sunny son of Apollo. He wasn't supposed to feel gloomy.

"Thank you for looking out for Erin," he forced himself to say. He wanted to crawl into a hole, but at the same time he didn't want that. He didn't like feeling this way. He wouldn't allow himself to feel sorry; not for himself. He'd been given the life he had. He could handle this life. He couldn't risk Erin not being able to. If his little brother never talked about their family, his past, then that's where their family belonged, he thought. In the past. He would just be a reminder of that.

"Look, you don't have to go to the trouble," he continued. His hands reached up and gripped the strong of his bow, which he had slung on his shoulder, like a lifeline. He wanted to shoot a monster in the face with an arrow. He wanted to see his brother, desperately. He wanted to go home to Camp Half-Blood. He rarely felt so conflicted.

"Can you not tell Erin I came?" It hurt to ask. He wanted to flinch. "I... I shouldn't have come. I'm sure I'm just some stupid reminder. It was selfish of me to come here, to want to see him. I'm sure he's better off without me." With you went unsaid, but he felt that way.


WORDS:; 604
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Hunter Morgan
MUSE:; High Hopes by Kodaline
NOTES:; Poor Toby uwu he should learn how to get rid of some of that guilt.

When it came to being able to read people's emotions, aka empathy, Hunter wasn't the best with it. He wasn't like Erin, when he knew something was wrong he would try to help that person out. But Hunter could tell that something was off with this kid. He just couldn't fully put his finger on it. "Trouble?" he questioned with a laugh. "This isn't troublesome by any means. I just don't want to hear a certain Praetor bitch my ear off is all"

"Look" Hunter said and looked at Toby. "I don't know what it is like to have a sibling that is actually related to me. I'm an only child. But Erin deserves to know that his biological brother is here, looking for him." Hunter explained to the kid.

What was this kid's problem? At first he wanted to see Erin. But now it was a 180. He wanted to leave and not even catch a glimpse of his younger brother. It was annoying Hunter, he wanted to knock the kid out and drag him to the other son of Apollo. Which actually sounded like a really good idea.

"Okay one. It wasn't selfish. Two, stop changing your mind. Three, if you don't go and see him I will personally knock your ass out and drag your weak body to him. You got that?" he asked the kid, hoping that he understood. "Or I could just throw you over my shoulder and drag you here and now. It's a bit safe and I am pretty sure that Erin won't yell at if I end up knocking you out." he added. "Look kid, this is gonna happen. Because if it doesn't Erin will pry this information out of me with those damn sad looking eyes of his'." Hunter said, it was his weakness. Erin. After spending so much time with the kid, yeah he had convinced him that Erin was his 'brother'. But now that his real brother was here, they needed some time together before Kyle found it & threw a hissy fit about it.


WORDS:; 343
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Toby Davis
MUSE:; Under The Water by The Pretty Reckless
NOTES:; enjoy

Toby knew when he was being threatened. And he felt like if Hunter wasn't already threatening him, then he was starting to. He didn't want to draw anymore attention to himself, but he knew how to use his bow as a weapon without having to fire arrows from it. Just like he knew how to use an arrow with the point acting like the tip of a knife. He wasn't the best fighter in the Apollo Cabin, he was pretty sure that spot went to Antonia while the best healer was most likely Will, if not tied between Will and Antonia. He moved his shoulder barely and the bow slipped off, sliding down his arm until he grasped it in his hand.

He took a step back from Hunter, putting distance between them and shifting his grip on his bow to a more natural, comfortable spot. "Well one, I know what Erin deserves. He deserves better than what life has thrown at him. Two, I don't appreciate that threat at all. And three?" He didn't reach for an arrow, but he stood his ground, hardening his facial features, the way he did when he stood up to their step-father. He pushed his emotions back, fear and uncertainty mostly. "I'd love to see you try to make good on that."

He wasn't daring Hunter. He wasn't stupid enough to do that and he hoped it was obvious he didn't want a fight. But he also didn't want Hunter to think he could threaten him and get away with it. He was threatened enough by his step-father. He wasn't about to take it from a complete stranger, whether he was a friend of Erin's or not. He was allowed to change his mind, he thought, especially if he'd come to realize that coming here hadn't been a good idea at all.

"And what if you're wrong?" he asked, trying to sound calm, voicing a fear he'd had since he'd decided to try to see his brother. "What if he doesn't want to see me?" How do you know he's not better off without me went unsaid. He didn't have the heart to say that. He felt tired after journeying here all the way from Manhattan. He didn't get a chance to get an answer.

"Hunter!" He recognized Erin's voice immediately and all he wanted to do was scoop his little brother in his arms and never let go. Erin ran until he was a few feet away, where he turned his run into a walk. "Sorry, I heard you were looking for me. I was with Max." Toby turned around to see his little brother smiling like the sun, but he watched that smile slowly fade as Erin came to a stop a couple feet away, staring at him with his big, puppy eyes. His little brother had a bow of his own slung onto his shoulder with a quiver full of arrows strapped on. He was truly a son of Apollo, Toby thought. He wondered if he loved music and poetry as much as he did.

Toby's grip on his own bow tightened so much that his fingers started to turn white. His mouth felt dry. He forced a word out, despite how lame he thought it would sound. "Hi."

Erin's eyes were looking him over, noticing every and any injury he had. He knew that look - it was a mixture of concern, fear, and fury. Erin had never wanted to take their step-father's abuse, and Toby held that guilt every day. He had no clue what his little brother was going to do. He was just staring at him, eyes wide and watery. The next thing he knew, Erin had thrown his bow and quiver to the ground and ran at him. The younger son of Apollo wrapped his arms around his mid-section and clung onto him like a child. Toby's own bow fell from his grasp and the only thing that kept his quiver on was the fact that he had it slung across his shoulder and chest.

He could hear Erin was crying - he hadn't forgotten how easily his little brother could cry. He wrapped his arms around him and soothingly ran a hand through Erin's soft hair, the way he'd done when they had been children and he'd been comforting Erin. "Shh, it's okay," he whispered, "I'm here."


WORDS:; 733
OUTFITS:; Toby, Erin
TAG:; Hunter Morgan
MUSE:; Tied Together with a Smile by Taylor Swift
NOTES:; Updated! <3

Hunter clenched his fist, wanting to just knock the kid out and throw him into a nearby lake or into the woods. Were all children of Apollo, except Erin, like this? Extremely hot headed when somebody was trying to help them out? This kid had no idea how strong the son of Mars really was. He had fought a bear once. It wasn't like he went out looking for a bear, he had been patrolling around the woods & encountered it. Sure it broke his arm. But Hunter came out the winner in that fight that day, ever since then he had special armor in case if any big monster or another bear showed up.

The son of Mars smirked. Well if this kid wanted to get his ass kicked, then he would soon regret every speaking those words. When it came to a challenge, Hunter never backed down from one. It was a pride thing with him really. But a small voice in the back of his mind stopped from taking that action. If he did beat up Erin's brother to a bloody pulp, then Erin would hate him & would never talk to him ever again. And Hunter couldn't have that happen.

Hunter's fist connected to the wall of the tunnel, if it was bleeding then he didn't care. It didn't feel like it to him. Hearing the oh so familiar voice of his 'younger brother', Hunter turned to face the other son of Apollo and smiled at him. "Hey there twerp." he spoke, making sure Erin didn't see his bleeding hand. Erin didn't need to worry about it. "Yeah, I was just trying to find you so we could have breakfast." he added, but that didn't matter now as there was a bigger surprise for the little demigod.

Watching the two brother reunite, it made Hunter feel like a third wheel. He wasn't truly related to them and never would be, they were reminding him of that. Picking up Erin's bow and quiver, so it wouldn't get too dirty or smashed up, he dusted it off and took a few steps back away from the two, giving them some space. Hunter rolled his eyes, he loved when he was right as it gave him a chance to gloat. "Told you, dumb ass." he spoke softly and leaned against the wall of the tunnel.


WORDS:; 393
OUTFIT:; Here
TAGGED:; Toby Davis
MUSE:; Ain't It Fun by Paramore
NOTES:;enjoy