Opposites Attract [DAMIAN]

[elijah jay emmerson]

Eli wandered into the stables. It was a place he had never been and never really planned on going. It wasn't that he didn't like animals, he loved animals! Just...never found any interest in horses. He was more of a dog type of person. But, at last, he decided that being a member of this camp obligated him in some way to at least know where the stables were located. That seemed fair enough. He walked up to one of the horses and patted it on the nose awkwardly. The horse snorted at him and Eli practically jumped away from him.

note: Ah, so short sorry! My brain is dead x.x

[Damian T. Lyon]

Stretching, Damian patted the horse's neck. The instructor had allowed him to practice horseback riding, which wasn't one of Damian's most successful endeavors at Camp Half-Blood. However, he didn't fall off this time, and so it was a victory. He wasn't even certain he could consider it a marginal victory. Indeed, it was a conquest which was no doubt one-upped by the Poseidon cabin and their collection of My Little Ponies. Damian stroked the horse's face again, having already groomed him. It actually had a fairly nice temperament, considering it was having to deal with a child of one of its master's rivals.

Damian flapped his shirt slightly as he exited the stall to get some air on his sticky, sweaty body. He loathed sweat. If he could ever get so that he would never sweat again, but simply be able to do anything and everything without it, then he would rejoice and simply throw a party. That wasn't going to happen, though. His hands were dirty, too, and there was muck and mud under his fingernails, so he decided that it perhaps wouldn't be the best idea to try to wipe himself, unless he was using a towel or his arms. His arms had horse slime and horse sweat and demigod sweat all on them, so he decided not to use that. Locking the stall, Damian caught sight of something in the corner of his eye.

Turning to face this new sight, Damian spotted a blond boy, probably a bit older than Damian was. If he recalled correctly, this uncomfortable looking guy was a son of Iris. Knowing Damian's skills around people and the fact that he really hadn't done anything to interact with any, he felt that he was most likely wrong. Too bad he didn't realize how right he was about his inaccuracy. Once he heard this newly found dude's name, Damian would be able to see if he really recognized this guy from elsewhere. "Hello," he greeted the, unbeknownst to Damian, son of Aphrodite. "Having some trouble?" He gestured to the horse, who looked no more dangerous than a white rabbit. Then again, rabbits had a tendency to suddenly become vicious and murderous, right?

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[elijah jay emmerson]

Elijah was known as the smooth guy. Well, actually, he was known as the camp flirt, but he had to be "smooth" in order to be a flirt right? Anyway, Eli rarely showed himself in awkward moments. One, he hated them and two, he hated being seen as awkward. He was a firm believer that men and women liked a person who was confident in themselves so that's what he did and it had worked out for him so far.

Unfortunately for Eli, he was found in one of these situations. The blond turned around to see a guy standing there. He was attractive Eli had to admit. He could have easily been a son of Aphrodite, but obviously was not. As the "camp flirt," Eli made a point to know everyone there was to know at the camp. If his memory served him correctly, which it usually did when it came to members of the camp, this guy was the son of Athena and his name started with a "D." Darren or Damien or something.

Elijah scratched his head slightly and gave a slight chuckled dismissing his spasm to the horse's snort. "Ah, nah. I don't really plan on riding one of these things."

Eli gland sideways at the horse and he swore the horse gave him a look of death. Eli looked away and smiled at the guy. "Thanks though. I don't think we've met. I'm Elijah Emmerson, but please call me Eli. Elijah is just so...formal. Oh, and I'm the son of Aphrodite."[/color] Eli extended his hand to shake the guy's hand.

note: sorry it took so long![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font]

[Damian T. Lyon]

Not a son of Iris. Oops. At least Damian hadn't voiced his thoughts already, asking who he was or whether or not the handsome blond guy was a son of Iris. It was true, Damian would admit that Elijah was good-looking. Being straight, though, that had no effect on Damian other than he noted that here was somebody plenty of girls and some guys probably fawned over. It was fascinating to see him in so obviously an awkward and embarrassing situation. The dark haired son of Athena guessed that this wasn't a location the older boy visited often.

Ignoring the fact that his hands were very dirty, Damian accepted Elijah's form of greeting and shook his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Elijah. I'm Damian Lyon, son of Athena," he replied politely. Damian had never really had a nickname, so instead of trying to grope awkwardly for something else, he skipped that part. Unnecessary, right? This here was a son of Aphrodite. Interesting. Brains and beauty in the same location without mocking the other. Damian hoped he could keep it that way. There was no reason to go picking fights. That's what the Ares kids would do, and Damian made it a point to not get too involved with the hotblooded ones from that cabin.

With a tiny smile, Damian glanced at the horse. To him, it appeared docile. "When I first got to Camp Half-Blood, I didn't even want to touch one of them," Damian said with a single chuckle, trying to help ease the situation a bit. Then again, the tall boy wasn't very good at social situation, especially when it was the other person who had appeared awkward. "No doubt you'll get the hang of it eventually. Trying constantly to ride won't help your skills much because you'll grow tired and careless," Damian advised. Those sentences contained more words spoken than Damian had put together in a full-fledged conversation without a reply in a long time.

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(( It's okay! ^^ Can't rush greatness, right? x3 ))

[elijah jay emmerson]

Son of Athena, huh? This would be interesting. The only other Athena kid he had ever talked to was Dream and well, it definitely did not have the best outcome. Then again, Eli highly doubted that this guys boyfriend would walk in on the two kissing and burn his face. Yeah, that seemed unlikely. Well, hopefully it did anyway. Elijah smiled sweetly. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Damian, Son of Athena. Ha, do you like being her son?" Eli never really knew much about Athena's kids. They seemed to be pretty smart and talented in warfare, but not like those bloodthirsty Ares kids. Hm, now he was interested.

Elijah watched as Damian glanced at the horse. Oh, of course. The horse now put on it's happy "oh-I'm-so-harmless-and-cute" face. Elijah glared at the horse and it snorted again, it's "I-hate-you-and-I'm-not-really-as-harmless-as-I-act" face in place. Eli turned away ignoring the horse. "Er..yeah. I thought maybe I should ride one since, you know, it seemed like the demigod type of thing to do, but...I'm not sure now. It doesn't seem like my thing."

Eli glanced sideways at the horse then looked back at Damian with a crocked smile.

note: my muse is back![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color][/font][/size][/color][/font]

[Damian T. Lyon]

Did he like being a child of Athena? Damian pondered that for a moment, his dark brows furrowing together to create a little crease in his forehead. It was definite cause for thought. Did he like it? Really? Well, sure, he supposed. He liked being himself, and what he was was a son of Athena. There was nothing more to it. But if Elijah meant powers and such, then -- aside from the Big Three... or, no, even including them -- then Damian would have to say that he definitely was glad Athena was his mother. That didn't mean that he was glad to have her as his mother mother, simply that she certainly granted to him wisdom and skill. "I suppose I do. Athena was wise and intelligent, and most of us are, too. We don't have any sort of special powers other than that, but... somehow, that's better, in my opinion. Do you like being a child of Aphrodite?" he replied. Elijah seemed like the kind of person who would enjoy it. However, did their godly parents make them this way? Would they feel the same way about it if they had been born to different parents? And what kind of people would they be then? How much influence did these Olympians have on their lives? It was food for thought for another time.

Damian chortled, the equivalent for all-out guffaw for the dark-haired teen. "I don't think it's mandatory to ride," he said with a small smile curling up on one corner of his mouth. "Personally, I prefer to concentrate on fighting abilities. Horses are disinclined to like me, anyway." Poseidon and Athena. Not good friends. Not really. Damian didn't particularly dislike any of the Poseidon children, though: he didn't know them. The parents just wanted to slash each other's throats. It was understandable, considering Athens and Medusa and those fun things. The judge in a court of law is always a reasonable target for criminals. Not, of course, that Poseidon was a criminal or anything. Damian really wasn't certain where that train of thought was heading, actually.

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