Camp Halfblood AU

5

Hey yo, let's get to know a lot of my characters by one of them describing the others yay!

Weeks passed. Virgil memorized his schedule. Well, not the entire schedule, but his favorite classes. Somehow, almost all of his favorite classes were with Roman. Bad luck, I guess.

Well, there was something else. That Virgil wouldn't even admit to himself. He enjoyed having classes with Roman. The boy picked on him, yes, but he picked back, and with time it turned more into friendly banter than hate and annoyance. He also ended up doing most of his classes with Roman with Roman. At the end of the second week, Roman was his partner in most classes.

They usually just got to each other by bickering, until they were partners or fighting (in sword fighting, same thing). But it was good sometimes. In combat training, Roman was one of the only ones that had a sword that looked like Virgil's, one of the only ones that was as good as Virgil, and the only one that was both things. In Pegasus riding, Virgil sucked, mainly because his anxiety kept telling him he'd fall off, or be stumped to death by the horse, or both. But Roman helped him, by talking to the horses and calming them down. Of course, he didn't exactly talk, he wasn't a son of Poseidon. The seventeen year old boy just made sounds that calmed them down. And then he calmed Virgil down, assuring that he wouldn't fall, that he's done this a thousand times, and if Virgil fall, he'll catch him. In canoeing, Roman wasn't very good, but Virgil loved it. The wind on his hair, the burning on his arms, the feeling of water beneath him, knowing that he was far away from the land, far away from trouble. And in climbing the wall, the need to win just to rub it in Prince's (perfect) face made it more fun.

Of course, there were classes they didn't do together. Roman wasn't in magic training, and Virgil sure as hell wasn't in Theater or Music. Virgil tried once weapon making, but it wasn't his thing. And Roman seemed unfazed by some of the intelectual classes in camp.

Virgil caught himself staring at people a lot. He never did this before, but he never thought people were so interesting before.

Last Thursday, he realized he was staring at Logan Croft. The skinny boy, who you could think only carried books, was great at archery. Of course, Virgil knew that. When you go to a camp every year with the same people, you learn their talents. But Virgil never realized the boy was incredible. He shot with precision, and always got it right. That boy looked like someone that was asking to be pushed around, but the Logan that shot arrows, you shouldn't mess with that Logan. He looked scary. Virgil also realized he wasn't the only one staring. On the other side of the arena, he saw Patton Sanders, and as far as Virgil knew, Patton never shot. But Patton was looking at them - well, looking at Logan - with admiration on his eyes.

That same day, he caught himself staring at Patton Sanders playing volleyball. The boy with square black glasses and a 'dad like' persona wouldn't be someone you'd expect to be a son of Aphrodite, but, looking at Patton playing volleyball, Virgil understood. He was beautiful. He glowed. And he had this aura of love, pure love, that made people love him. Romantically or not, everyone liked him. And he liked everyone. The eighteen year old was kind and sweet and loving to everyone. Even Virgil, who pushed people away. Even Deceit, who was very mean and a jerk sometimes. Even Logan, as Virgil saw the two boys conversing the other day, who was cold and didn't have any friends.

The first Monday, Virgil was staring at Deceit fighting. He was clashing swords with Alexander, a tall and tan boy son of Poseidon. Deceit was using two small knives, against a big flat dagger, but he slid on the ground, nearly flying - or maybe he was floating a couple of inches - literally sparking. Whenever his knives touched Alexander's dagger, sparks came out, and during the fight his dark spiky hair was up with the static. Deceit was usually intimidating, but now was different. He was powerful. His dark brown eye - very atypical for a son of Zeus - was nearly black, like a storm at midnight, when you can't see anything, only hear the thunder and smell the rain. Every muscle in his body was tense, and the boy slid and nearly flew in the arena. It was impressive.

On Saturday, Virgil was distraught by Remy Freud. He never thought really highly of Remy, and never knew much about him, thanks to the fact that he was usually sleeping. But he realized with admiration that the boy was cool. There's not really other words to describe. His leather jacket, the sunglasses, the perfect brown bangs made him cool. He had a magnetic persona. People were drawn to him. Some of them even came to him asking if he could make them sleep. Remy would poke their head and the person would fall in the floor in deep sleep, despite it being 2 pm.

But more importantly, he stared a lot at Roman. It's not like it was once or twice. It was nearly everyday. Virgil couldn't tell why. But Roman impressed him. The way he smiled after winning, how his back muscles and biceps flexed every time he threw the ball on volleyball, the look on the boy's face as wind swept his face whenever he rode a Pegasus, making his chocolate hair go back and his eyes glow. It was interesting to see. And Virgil saw a lot, almost memorizing Roman's habit. By now, he knew that the boy passed his hand on his hair when he was insecure, that he had exceptional posture, that he had weak arms - after a while of canoeing it got stronger - but strong abs and legs, and that the boy would look down and get a deep breath when he was deciding if he should say something important.

Of course, it didn't help that Roman had grew over the year, now being 4 inches taller than Virgil, or that a lot of times he took out his shirt - it was summer, he was sweaty after playing volleyball okay guys leave him alone -, making Virgil blush like crazy. But none of that even mattered, and Virgil didn't even understood why he was looking at Roman so much.

And it's not like he didn't know those persons. He knew Remy, Deceit, Roman, Patton and Logan since he was eleven, and Logan since he was thirteen. He knew stuff about them. He knew that Remy got special coffee from his father, he knew that Deceit thought his dad was a dick, he knew that Roman was 6'10 but wishes he was 7 feet tall, he knew that Patton was discouraged in studies of his severe dyslexia and he knew Logan loved poetry and rap.

Still, it was as he was just meeting these persons. How come he never found out that Logan was into philosophy, or that Roman made his own weapons? Maybe he was just realizing these stuff because he was more open to people. The fact that Roman Prince was worried about him made him despise people less, and look at them more.

He was still pretty alone, sure. It's not like Virgil would start hanging out with a bunch of people. Even if he wanted that, social anxiety wouldn't allow him. But he got a few laughs with Roman, and sometimes he hanged out with Roman and Patton, who was sweet and adoring, and once Deceit even offered him a bottle after lava wall climbing. Virgil was unsure, but Deceit promised him it was water, and it indeed was.

Only two weeks in, and this was the best summer Virgil had ever had.