Muffin Man {OPEN}

Klaus had known about the other camps' existence. It was the Aztec demigods there were more like myths, though that was to the Norse and Egyptians. Did the Romans even know his kind existed? He doubted it. They didn't seem like the sharpest knives out there. In his defense, though, he hadn't meant to stumble upon their camp. He'd been chasing a gorgon - a Greek monster if he was remembering correctly - and had just gotten done severing it's head off when he'd noticed the tunnel. He easily and swiftly crossed the traffic, not bothering to wonder what the surrounding mortals had seen when he'd slowly, happily decapitated the gorgon.

He'd been halfway throw the tunnel when he noticed someone standing at the entrance and that person noticed him. Maybe they came to this camp at a certain age - perhaps he was too old to blend in as a new camper. Or perhaps he just gave off the feeling that he didn't belong. Either way, the boy in the entrance started to walk toward him. Klaus stopped where he was in the tunnel, far enough away from the entrance that if need be, he could get away with something.

The boy that approached had a sword sheathed to his belt and blonde hair. He held himself like a figure of authority as if he had some sort of power over Klaus. That irritated the son of Death.

"Mind telling me what business you have here?" the boy asked, though Klaus got the feeling it wasn't a question he'd be allowed to avoid.

"Oh you know, exploration, curiosity," Klaus replied with a nonchalant wave of his hand, "I'm only human, after all. Actually, my mother's only human."

He saw the boy start to draw his sword and acted quickly. One of the throwing knives he had up his jacket sleeve fell into his hand and he threw it. The knife sliced through the air and struck the boy in the shoulder, causing him to instinctively move to remove the knife and thus his hands moved away from his sword. The boy yanked the knife out, glanced briefly at it, and threw it to the ground.

"Not a smart move," the boy snarled, drawing his sword his his non-dominant hand. From the way he held the sword, Klaus guessed he'd injured the shoulder to his dominant hand. He moved quickly, scooping up his knife and bringing it up just as the boy's sword clashed against it with a clang that echoed throughout the tunnel. He mustered his strength to push the Roman away from him and then dropped to the ground, swinging his leg out and knocking the Roman's feet out from under him.

The Roman boy hit the ground and Klaus was soon on top of him, pushing his sword away. "You're cute," he commented, "Let's see if I can bloody that pretty face." He blocked a couple punches from the Roman before sending one of his own down. His fist connected with the Roman's head and he punched down a couple more times until he was sure he'd knocked him out cold. He dragged the boy down the tunnel toward the entrance far away from the camp. He left him there, kicking his sword out of the tunnel, onto the mortal filled street beyond.

When he exited the tunnel, he was surprised to see no one rushing toward him. Was it so early in the morning that they didn't have many people patrolling? Should this camp ever become an enemy, he made a mental note to bring that up to Seraph and Will. He slipped into the crowd that was awake and moving, trying his best to blend in. His stomach growled and he paused for a moment, looking around. He shrugged when he noticed the bakery. It probably wouldn't be as good as Imogen and Ariella's cooking, but it would do for now. He didn't have any money, but then again, he never had any. He was a thief, and a very good one at that. No one had ever caught him so far.

When he saw a boy leave the bakery, he slipped a knife into his hand, carefully holding it by the blade and keep the hilt up his sleeve. He strode toward him as if he was going to enter the bakery, only to bump into him, subtly dragging the knife along the bottom of the bag before pushing the knife back up his sleeve. In the second following, muffins fell out of the bag, heading toward the floor. Expertly, he caught them all in his arms, subtly pushing one into his jacket before offering the rest of the muffins and a guilty smile at the boy.

"Sorry, wasn't watching where I was going," he said, "I believe these are yours."


WORDS:; 804
OUTFITS:; Klaus, Kyle
TAG:; @blaze, Open
MUSE:; N/A
NOTES:; Enjoy! <3

Klaus was starting to think that this guy, this particular Roman, was a bit odd. He hadn't yet decided if it was a good odd or a bad odd. He watched him with curiosity as he charmed his way into getting a new bag for the muffins. Why hadn't he just taken them into his arms? He huffed a sigh. When he noticed he was staring at the Roman, he felt his face get hot and quickly averted his eyes. He carefully dumped the muffins into the new bag.

"I'm just happy I could help," he lied easily, but he found some of it held some truth. He was actually glad he'd gotten to talk to Blaze. He didn't think he'd ever been happy to meet someone before, or at least not for a long time. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine. I'll grab something on my way out." He didn't know people were looking for him at the moment. He didn't think anyone would find that Roman any time soon. He thought he had some time to spend with this curious Roman named Blaze.

He wasn't sure what made him say it, but he'd somehow found himself introducing himself, "I'm Klaus, son of Death." He wasn't lying and he didn't plan on giving his last name. He didn't say his father's name - mostly because it wasn't the easiest name to pronounce, though he'd gotten used to it. He figured he'd allow Blaze to think he was the son of whoever the Roman death god was. He also figured he could lie easily. "I'm not that new. The camp's big, I guess we haven't ran into each other until today." He smiled with whatever charm he could muster - it wasn't his specialty, charm. "Or perhaps we walked by but never really noticed each other."

If he had gone to the camp, he wasn't sure how he could ever not notice Blaze. In Klaus' opinion, Blaze seemed to naturally draw his attention. He'd tried to subtly glance around the miniature city inside the camp, but he'd always found his eyes coming back to Blaze. "Though I don't know how I could ever not notice you." So far, he was the one doing the flirting, just as he was used to. He'd flirt with a guy or girl and usually hookup with them later. Rarely did someone flirt back with him. So for now, he was perfectly in his comfort zone, and it probably showed. He was a bit cocky. No one had ever turned him down, and no one had ever regretted hooking up with him. At least not that he'd heard.


WORDS:; 442
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; @blaze
MUSE:; Mr. Brightside by The Killers
NOTES:; Enjoy c:

Klaus' eyes widened ever-so-slightly. So that was what Venus was the goddess of. It sounded familiar, like he'd read that somewhere before, but he hadn't been sure. "Well sex sure is exciting," he quipped back as if he was speaking from experience, "I'm sure you're good at that." He, on the other hand, had some powers that most would describe as necromancy, but he wasn't very good at it. He preferred to fight with a blade than summon a legion of the undead. As a child, he'd somehow summoned a skeletal warrior guy on Halloween and scared the crap out of the neighborhood kids and his family. He'd found it hilarious once he got over the confusion of how he'd done it.

"I'm sure I could start some zombie apocalypse if I wanted to," he replied with a shrug, "Haven't tried yet." Why was he talking so much to Blaze? What was it about this Roman that interested him, that made him captivating? Klaus didn't notice the demigods running around, searching. Blaze had somehow gained his full attention. He couldn't, nor did he want to, take his eyes off of the son of Venus. He vaguely wondered if he was charming him in some way.

"Less people with my name makes me more one of a kind," he stated matter-of-factly, "Like you. I've never heard anyone with Blaze for a name except you." He wondered if Blaze's father was a pyromaniac or if Blaze had a fiery personality. He'd just met Blaze so he didn't know everything about him - and he oddly wanted to know much more about Blaze, other than the fact that he was a bit odd, his mother was a goddess of sex, and muffins seemed to be the love of his life.

Klaus watched Blaze's finger as it poked his chest. If anyone else from this camp had down that, he would have snatched their wrist and twisted it until it broke. But Blaze was different. He gave off a different aura in a sense. He didn't think he had to have his guard up with Blaze. He felt his face heat up and he sputtered, having not expected to be called cute or perfect for Blaze. It made him remember one time when a girl he'd liked, before he'd gone to camp, had asked him to hold her hand as he walked her home. She'd kissed him on the cheek before darting off into her house, leaving him standing there with blushing cheeks and wide eyes.

He wasn't sure what to say. He was rarely speechless and he was right now. He couldn't deny staring, he'd already been caught. He didn't feel like he was given time to think of a response, though he probably was. The next thing he knew Blaze was saying we and grasping his hand. He stared down at their entwined hands as if human contact was a foreign concept to him, though it wasn't. Had he agreed to hold hands? He didn't feel the need to pull his hand away. Instead he awkwardly returned the grasp, making sure not to grip Blaze's hand too hard.

Was it natural for Blaze to just hold hands with a stranger? Or had he somehow ended up together with the son of Venus? He didn't remember saying or doing anything that would lead to them dating. Blaze was just odd, he assumed, but odd in a good way. He liked Blaze's oddness so far.

"Ok-okay," he stuttered, not sure why he was stuttering. "Where are we going?"


WORDS:; 593
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; @blaze
MUSE:; n/a
NOTES:; None.

Klaus was fairly certain that Blaze was the oddest person he'd ever met - and he'd met a lot of odd people at camp. But despite Blaze's energy, he found him quite calming. "Blaze Porter de Castillo," he said, trying the name and he found he liked the way it rolled off his tongue. Blaze was as hot as his namesake, he couldn't deny that. There was certainly no one like Blaze at his camp. No one caught his attention and held it as much as Blaze did. At least Blaze didn't seem to mind his staring. "I don't know anyone else like you."

The fact that Blaze didn't know how to use a sword surprised him. He'd read that the Romans were very militarized, and Blaze looked fit - he wouldn't have minded confirming that by seeing the son of Venus shirtless. "You should learn to use a sword," he said matter-of-factly as if that should have been obvious to Blaze, "Or at least some weapon, even if it's just your fists. I could always teach you." He'd easily gotten into Camp Jupiter this time, he figured he could do so again. Or meet Blaze outside of the camp. The logical part of his mind told him that would be a terrible idea. He shouldn't trust the Roman. What if one day his camp decided to attack Camp Jupiter? What if Blaze was captured and Seraph or Will wanted him to interrogate him?

Looking at Blaze, who didn't even know how to use a sword and had treated him with kindness and had a strange muffin addiction he'd guessed, he found that he didn't like the thought of having to torture him. Blaze seemed to hold an innocence in a way, at least compared to the Aztec demigods he knew. Did he want to protect that innocence? He somewhat did. He was fascinated with this Roman.

When Blaze asked about where he was from, Klaus had the strong urge to pull his hands out of Blaze's grasp. But Blaze's hands were warm and he liked that warmth. He didn't move his hands. In fact, he didn't move at all. He stared at him, with a look similar to a caged animal. He had a good poker face and had assumed he'd used it when he'd lied to Blaze earlier, but apparently he hadn't been at his strongest. He didn't move when Blaze mentioned some Little Tiber - what the Hell was that? He didn't know. People were looking for him already. He thought he could fend for himself, but what if Blaze got hurt.

"I-I'm from a different camp, different mythology," he admitted, not sure why he was giving this information to Blaze. Why did he have to have such a trustworthy face and personality? He just looked like a guy who wouldn't judge Klaus. "It's a dangerous place." A lot of the demigods at camp would have been called psychotic or insane by society, he knew that much. He was probably a bit psychotic, he mentally admitted. And he thought his fellow campers were dangerous. Not all of them could evenly match him, but those that could, he respected greatly. "You shouldn't ever visit there, if you could find it, which you probably couldn't, no offense." The camp was on the back of a giant turtle that was swimming a majority of the time.

He felt his grasp on Blaze's hand tighten, not sure why. He should have let go of his hands, not hold on more. "If your camp's looking for me, you shouldn't help me. In my camp, you'd be punished-" I'd have to punish you "-for helping an outsider. You'll get in trouble if we stick together." Why did he care? Why did he care if Blaze got in trouble? When he asked himself that, all he thought was why would Blaze want to help him? They had just met each other. He'd never seen someone so fast show concern for him and he'd never so quickly found himself worrying about someone else.


WORDS:; 675
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; @blaze
MUSE:; n/a
NOTES:; Enjoy <3

Klaus was fairly certain that if Blaze got any closer to him, his legs would give way and he'd fall into the son of Venus. He just had that aura - an addicting one that made it impossible for Klaus to look away or step away. He found that he really wanted to kiss him. He would forever deny the unmanly sound that came from his throat when Blaze kissed his hand - though it did happen. And he promptly shut up, staring at Blaze with wide eyes and face burning from a blush. He held very still, afraid that if he moved, Blaze would lift his head up. He didn't know who Hunter was but he found that he hoped he or she wasn't close to Blaze. He wanted to be closest to Blaze.

He was also certain that if Blaze kissed him one more time, his knees would buckle and he'd probably find himself in the Roman's arms. No one had ever shown interest in him beyond wanting a quick hookup. No one had ever acted like they wanted an actual relationship with him, not for a long time at least. He wanted to reply that if someone picked a fight with him, it wouldn't have been a fight, but a murder, however he was currently unable to find his voice, afraid of making another pathetic - in his opinion - noise. He felt a pang of disappointment when Blaze stepped back.

"Aztec," he managed to squeak out, quickly looking away, face burning from embarrassment. He would have covered his mouth from the shock of how his voice sounded if his hands hadn't been preoccupied. He blinked, quickly finding his voice when he didn't want Blaze to feel insulted. "I never said that's why. My camp's never in the same place twice." At the thought of Blaze - Blaze who couldn't use a sword and seemed so sweet and charming - coming to his camp, he visibly paled and his grip on Blaze's hands tightened even more. "No! My camp's dangerous, and I-" His voice caught in his throat briefly. He couldn't remember caring so much about someone he'd just met before. "I don't want you to get hurt."

His eyes moved to meet Blaze's when he felt their heads lightly bump together. He felt a lump in his throat, unable to tell this particular Roman no. He didn't want to leave either. "You just met me," he said quietly, unable to speak any louder. "You barely know me. I could be a terrible person for all that you know." He thought he was, or at least he was at times. "Why do you like me?" He guessed that Blaze liked him in some way at the very least and he hoped he wasn't wrong. "Why do I like you?" It wasn't anything against Blaze. He was just confused. He'd just met this Roman and already he liked him a lot; he didn't want to leave him.

"Why do I really want to kiss you?" he asked, though he wasn't sure if he'd said that out loud or not.


WORDS:; 515
OUTFIT:; Here
TAG:; @blaze
MUSE:; n/a
NOTES:; n/a

Klaus was going to tell Blaze who his father was, but Blaze apparently didn't want to know. "My camp's kind of on water and almost constantly moving," he tried to explain, "It's um - it's on the back of a giant turtle." He said that seriously because it was true. The camp wasn't on an island, it was on the back of a giant turtle that was swimming a majority of the time but would occasionally stop to rest. He didn't comment on the fact that while Blaze could probably take care of himself amongst the Romans, the Aztecs were on a different, more dangerous level. If they suspected you weren't one of them, he knew several campers that wouldn't hesitate to split your throat. As cute as Blaze was, he didn't think he'd be cute covered in his own blood.

He kept his arms around Blaze's waist, now standing barely an inch from the son of Venus. His ego wouldn't allow him to admit that he had, in fact, stolen a muffin and been caught. But his ego wasn't his highest priority at the moment. His hands were on Blaze's hips and it was taking all his will power not to slip them under the Roman's shirt. He wasn't used to going slow. He had quick hookups, not relationships. If he'd wanted to just hookup with Blaze, they would have already been making out with one of them pushed up against a wall, he was certain of that. But he found that he didn't want that, not yet. He wanted to try to have a relationship. He wanted to take things slow, go on dates. Dating had never really appealed to him until now.

He didn't like the mental image of himself wrapped up in a bow, but with Blaze's arms around his neck, he didn't complain. He couldn't complain. He was too lost in Blaze's eyes. Blaze's forehead was now resting against his own and he shamelessly leaned in against the Roman. "Your camp's guards aren't as well trained as they'd probably like to think," he muttered, though he didn't move. He wanted to stay as close to Blaze as he could. 

Reluctantly, he pulled his head away, but only enough that he could look into Blaze's eyes better, more seriously. "I am attracted to you. You're really attractive." Was he blushing? Yep, he could feel his face heating up. "But I don't just like your looks. I'm pretty sure I like you. I'd say all of you, but I haven't gotten to know everything about you." He moved his arms so his hands weren't resting on Blaze's hips, but rather clasped together against the small of Blaze's back, his arms effectively wrapped around his waist. He used his new grasp to pull Blaze impossibly closer to him. "Though I'd love to have the opportunity to."

He moved back to have his forehead against Blaze's, closing his eyes for a moment. "People should talk to you more often. Though I'd rather you not like them like you like me." He opened his eyes and smiled, genuinely smiled at Blaze. He knew he was a jealous person, even if it was just with friends. He didn't even like it when his one-night stands went on to have one-night stands with someone else.

Klaus blushed when he realized he'd asked his last question out-loud. When Blaze said he could kiss him, he felt butterflies in his chest. Since when did he wait to see if it was okay? He usually took what he wanted. Yet he found that he didn't want to risk getting shoved away by Blaze and ruining whatever was happening between them. Hearing Blaze say they could wait until they were outside of the alley, he moved his head so it wasn't resting against Blaze. Their lips, he found, were mere inches apart.

"I don't want to wait," he whispered. He used his grip around Blaze's waist to pull the Roman against his own body and pressed his lips to Blaze's.


WORDS:; 673
OUTFIT:; link
TAG:; @blaze
MUSE:; into the blue by bush
NOTES:; -wiggles eyebrows-