𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 - a Leo Valdez slowburn

Chapter six

Chapter six.

[Why is Shakespeare in my apartment]

"Many years will pass before humanity notices

that I'm gone, 

but then it will be too late for them

to rejuvenate."

"So, when did you pick up poetry?" 

Leah and Aiden both sat upside down on the back of the couch. They were throwing darts at a dartboard that was set up on the apartment door, although instead of darts they were using small knives they'd found. 

Aiden threw a dagger at the dart board, narrowly missing a bulls eye. "I guess when I started boarding school," he answered. Leah hummed in approval, attempting to get up from the couch. Needless to say, she failed and instead ended up lying on it. After a few more attempts however she did get up. 

She walked over to the dart board, picking the daggers and other knives off it. "Do you write poetry, or do you only read it?" she asked Aiden. He snorted. "Who doesn't write poetry?" he asked rhetorically. 

"Hell, I'd bet you've written some, even if it was about rainbows in fourth grade." Leah turned, throwing a knife at Aiden. Luckily he caught it, or it would have been a very questionable wound. 'Hello 999, I accidentally stabbed my friend because we were playing darts.' Didn't sound likely. 

Leah brought the other knives and set them down on the coffee table, resuming her previous position. The mugs had been washed and put away, so there was no danger in breaking them. 

"Y'know," Leah started, "we should probably start doing research." She didn't follow up on her idea, still lying upside down on the back of the couch and throwing knives at the dart board. "Yeah, we probably should," Aiden agreed. They also didn't get up. It stayed silent for a while, the only sound the occasional stab of a knife hitting the dart board. 

Finally, Leah stood up. She brushed the non-existent dust off her pants and put her hands on her hips. "Ok!" she said a bit too enthusiastically. Aiden, because she startled him so bad they toppled off the couch onto the carpet. Leah tried to keep her laugh in, but a few giggles escaped. 

Aiden sent the other demigod a glare and sat cross-legged on the floor. "So, how do we do this?" he asked. Leah was about to respond when she realized she didn't know either. She didn't speak for a few seconds. "Well, you're the one who went to school for longer, how do you research folklores?" she retorted. Aiden looked up into a corner of the room, seemingly as they were looking at a camera. 

He then turned to Leah and sighed, making a vague motion with his hands. "Do you have a computer?" they asked her skeptically. Leah nodded, speed-walking off to the bedroom, where Matthew had also set up his desk with two laptops for some reason, more artifacts like ancient Egyptian and bewitched amulets and small Etruscan statues. She took the two laptops in her arms and then returned to the living room. 

Leah then continued to give one to Aiden, and the two got to work. Getting to work here meaning looking at vague sites that gave descriptions of monsters that so happened to live in Germany and France. 

That's how they stayed for a while. Aiden on the floor, Leah on the couch, the laptops balanced on their laps. Every now and then one of the two would see something ridiculous and show the other, but otherwise they mainly took notes mentally.