Night chat. (August)

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Tag: August

Word: 484

Notes: I hope this one is ok, I wrote about her icc conversations with Prom and August.

Sitting on the bed, breathing fast and shallowly, covered with her cold sweat. She looked around, had that been real? Lord Saturn had really being in her dreams? But why? she was nothing but a demigod, daughter of Discordia who was a minor goddess. Would that be related with the little chat she had with Prometheus the other night? Maybe, maybe not, who knew what it would really be, why would the gods support Saturn? why would any of them think that it would be better to live like in the golden age than in the present one. She had lived in a darker time, where Rome was the center of the world! Still the world wasn't as dark as what they were going to leave it after that war.

The horrible, deep, husky voice of the titan was still echoing in the back of her mind, in that place where all the dreams simply vanished, but in the case of that nightmare, it would never erase, she knew that very well. She felt as if someone was shaking her by pulling her gawn from her lap, so she looked down at her lap where her hands were and noticed that no one was touching her, it was herself, her hands were shaking in fear. She shook her head and lay down again, closed her eyes and whenever she did that she saw the Titan's face, so she sat again on the bed after 5 minutes of trying. She was scared and knew nothing to talk to...

Suddenly she remembered, she wasn't alone, she had someone! August, the gentle man, the Augur. Prometheus said she had to be patient, but in that moment she didn't need to talk to him only to be entretained, but she needed to open her soul and talk to him. She really had the idea of going with her mother, but... she also knew that would be a mistake!
"Bene et inquiramus eum linquo ... fortasse tamen non dormiamus."₁
she got up from the hard bed and walked down the hall, her hand on the cold stone of the walls. It kind of reminded her of the buildings in her ancient Rome. She continued walking looking around, at night everythig looked different and spooky. She found the second cohort and slowly sneaked inside, she wasn't at all as good as a Mercury child, but at least she didt bumped into anything noisy.

She looked for Augustus... well August's bed. She finally found it, she smiled when she saw his golden hair falling over his head. But it wasn't fair to wake him up, so she sat on the cold stonish floor and brought her knees to her chin, then wrapped her legs with her arms and rested her chin on her knees. it was inpressive how she could stop fearing by only watching at him while sleeping.

**^{1 : "ok... I'll leave and look for him, maybe he's not asleep yet."}

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For a minute, he thought he was back at Orthys. What veteran wasn’t guilty of nightmares from that horrid time? He had been eighteen at the time. He pitied the ones who had been any younger. The battlefield was no place for a child. He thought of Lyn, the little girl who had been diving in the deep end of the pool to retrieve a toy. She had been foolish. Not ready for the real world, for the fight. And there was another war coming. Though he didn’t much care for the little girl, he didn’t want to see her dead body on the battlefield. Not like last time. Not like all the needless death in the last war.

For a minute, he felt like he was back. But then he saw something was different. There was nothing at all modern. Not that demigods often used modern weaponry. Guns? Not a chance. The most they would do might be a trebuchet. But hauling one up Mount Tam had been out of the question, and it was far out of the range of any of those. But that was beside the point. He was here again, but not here at all. It was like he was just his spirit, watching himself in battle. Maybe it was a message from his father about his own future? But that didn’t seem right either. There was no purple shirts under the armor, just… was that a toga? That was… odd. Even he, or the him he could see, seemed to be wearing one. Not exactly Legion-standard fighting uniform. No, something about this battle seemed… old. The shouts he heard, they were in Latin, not English. He didn’t recognize anyone. Well, except himself, but that hardly counted. That and there were no girls fighting, at least that he could tell.

He stood there, watching himself fight with his bow from his ethereal standpoint. Though he had to step out of the way of another archer who came running in, even though, he noted that the young man’s arm went right through his side like he was nothing. He looked around and finally found a familiar face, though not one expected. “Julia…” She looked different though. Her dress, for starters. She was wearing a Roman chiton, similar to what he’d first met her in. She looked out of breath, as though she’d practically ran here. Perhaps she had. And she was watching intently just beyond him, he realized, to the other him. She didn’t notice him him at all. And then everything went wrong. Her eyes went wide and she screamed as though she herself were injured. He looked around just in time to see himself fall to the ground, an arrow unmistakably through his heart. August didn’t need to be a medic to know the changes of surviving that blow were already zero. He would have frozen in place, staring at his own dead form, if it weren’t for her screams. He couldn’t ignore her; he just couldn’t. He hurried after her as she ran to the old him and fell to her knees beside him, sobbing and yelling as though trying to wake the dead. August knelt next to her. “Julia… Julia, listen to me! Look at me! I’m right here! Oh gods, this must be… this is… oh gods.” Of course, she never looked to him, she merely held on to Augustus’s limp hand and cried.

August opened his eyes to meet the dark barrack, his breathing a little more rapid than normal. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, trying to soak in everything he’d just seen. But something was out of place. He had the eerie feeling he wasn’t alone, and not just his other barrack-mates. He looked around and sure enough he could see in the moonlight someone sitting on the floor watching him. He sat bolt upright and clamped his hand over his mouth to keep from yelling. After a second, he got over his initial fright and whispered in Latin. “Julia? What in the gods’ names are you doing here?” He got out of bed and pulled on his flip flops. “Come on, let’s go outside.” He reached out a hand to help her up.

Tag: Julia
Word Count: 710
Notes: This ship apparently gives me muse!

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Tag: August -Augustus- <3

Word: 635

Notes: Yes!! I simply adore them!!

Julia kept looking at him. It was incredible how the reincarnations thing worked. Well she didn't really know how they worked, she only knew that the souls went to the islands of the blessed, then they waited there and then they were sorted out to be reincarnated, or something like that. She had never really thought about it until that night, when Prometheus told her that she wasn't wrong about recognizing Augustus in august. she was glad to know that at least his soul had survived to live another round. But what amazed her the most was that he looked exactly like the old Augustus. She wondered if he really looked like him, like his past self, or that maybe it was only her who thought that and if others could see a painting of augustus, no one would recognize him as she did? Maybe her soul was connected to his in levels that only gods knew.

Suddenly it seemed that he had a not very nice dream, she knit her brows and got her lips in a tight line, she had the desire to put her hand on his cheek, to brush his hair with her fingers and tell him that he would be just fine. She just remembered once that a snake bite his ankle. They were chatting in by the river, he was trying to get a really cool lily from the shore when a water snake bite his ankle. He got really sick, she prayed to Apollon to save his life while she stood by his side all the time, holding his hand, placing cold rags on his forehead, changing his ankle bandage. all of that until he got better and woke up, then she told him how stupid he had been and left to her house. She didn't see him in like a week, until he could walk again. He didn't apologize, like a good son of apollon, but... his smile told her all what she needed to know. They hadn't been dating, they never did in fact, but maybe their souls had been connected from even before that time.

A second later, he woke up, he seemed at first to be confused, to have been pulled off some place and then just put back into his body. He for sure had a bad dream which wasn't nice at all, she knew it because she just have had one. She remained silent, she didn't want him to think she was kind of stalking, which she had never really done it. Maybe once or twice in the past, when she first saw him hunting in the forest, or maybe those days after he got better from that snake bite. But never for something bad or crazy. Then he looked at her and spoke to her in Latin. She breathed deeply and then replied in a very low whisper. "Tibi ... iterum loqui vellem. Me paenitet."_*1 He then got up from his bed and held her hand, she got up and followed him. She was really sorry, she didn't want to bother him or anything! She knew now he was Augustus, but she wasn't going to bother him about it. Not until he was ready to remember about it.

"Mihi dolet haec. Ecquid curare noluerunt."_*2 She said as they were walking out from his barracks. She looked around and then back at him, she didn't realize in that moment that she was barefoot, that she was wearing only that short night gawn made out of a soft fabric, cotton if she remembered well. She hoped it was ok to be like that with him in that new era.

_{*1: I wanted to talk to you... again. I'm sorry.
*2: I'm sorry about this. I didn't want to bother you at all.}

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August was still a little unsettled by that dream, and finding someone staring at him when he woke up had not helped. But it was Julia. He couldn’t be mean to her if he wanted to. He wasn’t really sure why, he just couldn’t. Especially not after seeing her so upset in his dream. Had that been real, or just a figment of his imagination? If the first, he wondered how on earth he had gotten to see it. If the latter, he really needed to start keeping his imagination in check. Either way, it was something of a relief not to be asleep anymore. No more watching people die. At least, not until the real battle which was gods only knew how close to now.

He couldn’t get angry with Julia. She was even newer here than most people on their first day. She was out of her time. He could only imagine how lost she must feel. And poor girl had the misfortune of running into him as her first companion. He didn’t consider himself a good friend. Not even a good person. But Julia made him feel a little better at least. If she could see something good in him, even if it was just a reflection of her Augustus, then he had to be worth something. He stifled a yawn and smiled at her reassuringly before whispering back. “It’s okay really. I don’t mind. No need to be sorry. Come on, let’s just get out of here so we don’t wake anyone.”

He led the way out of the barrack into the cool night air. Soon it would be spring and he couldn’t say he wasn’t looking forward to that. He and cold weather did not get along. Not that it ever got all that cold here in San Francisco, but all the same. To him, anything below sixty-five or seventy was cold. At her words, he shrugged slightly. Though come to think of it, he had no idea if that was even a common gesture in her old time. Perhaps it had made no sense to her. Talking with Julia was going to take some getting used to. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Though it did bring up a few questions. Like if she hadn’t meant to bother him, how long had she been planning on sitting there in his barrack? Though he thought it might be a little rude to ask about that one. Or how long she’d been there already when he woke up. But first things first. “Is everything alright? Or just can’t sleep?” He paused, noticing she was wearing a rather short nightgown and it was indeed a bit chilly. “Actually, first, wait here. I’ll be right back.” He hurried back into the barrack and pulled his jacket on for himself and grabbed a blanket off his bed. When he came back, he wrapped the blanket around her shoulders to keep her warm. “There. Don’t want you getting sick or anything. So anyway, what’s going on?”

Tag: Julia
Word Count: 506
Notes: if it’s easier for you, you can just type her dialogue in English and we can assume it’s Latin. So you don’t have to footnote her whole conversation lol

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Tag: Augustus

Word: 561

Notes: lol <3

Looking into his eyes just after what Prometheus told her was nice, but after what Saturn told her... it was a warm feeling. just a single look from his eyes and she could totally feel calm and safe. So when he got up and told her to follow him outside, she didn't hesitate, she knew that he would never put her life in risk, if it was real or not, only the gods knew it, but in her mind and heart he would never put her life at any kind of risk. She looked around and noticed that he was risght, others in his cohort were asleep, so it would be rude if she just got there and spoke out loud, sometimes she forgot about that.

The old halls made of stone were cold at night, julia was kind of used to that, in her time there were no heaters or ways to get the castles warm, only the torches and the fireplaces. so for her it was ok a little cold. but when they got to the outside, herpale snowy skin shivered and got goosebumps due the cold wind that just rubbed her nude arms and legs, but she said nothing, after all she had waken him up1 it was him who could be telling her how cold it was outside or why she had gone there to bother him in his sleep. But instead of that he told her in the sweetest way that it was ok. He even sounded worried about her, which in a way made her heart felt warm. but then she felt cold again, why would he worry about her, would it be because of his past life... did Augustus was worried for her, or was it August that felt like that?

He asked her why did she look for him, she was about to reply when he told her to wait there. She sat on a bench, it was really cold, iron bench wasn't good in a cold early morning it only made her shiver even more. but he told her to wait and she would wait, she trusted him as she would never trust other one. Then he came back with a jacket on, well it was fair, she had waken him up and he must be cold, but then she felt the cover over her back and shoulders. It smelled like him and surprisingly it smelled also like the old Augustus. she then looked up at him and smiled grabbing the edges and wrapping herself in the cover. "thank you very much... I was cold" then about his other wuestion she sighed.

"I had a bad dream..." she didn't know if she should tell Augustus about it, but then she smelled him in the cover and knew he would understand and he would even help her. "Saturn visited me in a dream... he... he told me my mother wants me to be with them... that she wants to use me." her voice got sadder, so her mother wanted her to be out of the Lotus cave only to use her as a weapon in war. "I woke up really scared and... I didn't know who else to go to... I'm sorry." she said and the sadness made her lose control over her powers, so the discord was attacking his mind and heart.

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Why did it have to be so cold? Then again, that was why he had put flip flops on: walking on these floors barefoot in the winter wasn’t fun. It was nice in the hot summers when the cool felt good, but not when it was so chilly out. It made getting out of bed all the harder because who wanted to get changed in such cool air? Anyway. He walked with Julia outside until he was reminded just how chilly it was outside. And that she was hardly wearing anything. And, for that matter, he was just in cotton pants and a t-shirt. She he hurried back in and got warmer things for both of them. A jacket for him and a blanket for her. He didn’t care if he would get weird looks for doing something like that on a normal basis. There was no one to see them anyway, and Julia was different. She meant more than most of the people in this camp. Besides, since when did August care what other people thought of him? He knew full well it was usually bad. So why argue it?

He smiled when she thanked him. “So was I, so I figured you had to be. Figures you were taken from that cave in the dead of winter, huh? I’ll like camp a lot better when it’s warmer probably. I know I do.” He chuckled. But enough joking around, she had a problem or else she wouldn’t have come out here in the middle of the night.

A bad dream? So he wasn’t the only one. Though when she continued, he came to the conclusion she took the prize for the worse dream. Saturn? Why the no-good, sorry, son of a butt. Didn’t that rusty old Titan cause enough trouble as it was? Why did he have to go bothering Julia in her sleep. She had enough on her plate!

He could feel that old familiar feeling from when they first met, like his mother was screaming at him, beating him, all over again. He wanted to run, to hide, but he knew what was really happening this time around. And he knew Julia couldn’t help it, that she didn’t mean it to happen. So instead he put his arm around her shoulders in the hopes of calming her down. It was a weird feeling because it was something he never did, but she needed help. “Now I doubt that’s true. Your mother loves you, else she wouldn’t have helped you before. She didn’t know this war would come, so far off, so it wasn’t like she was predicting your use or something. I’m sure she’s not using you. Besides, Saturn is a liar. Don’t trust anything he says. He’d do anything to get followers. I’ve seen it happen. He’s ruthless. Don’t listen to him.” He held her close to his side. The discord ripping at his mind and heart was terrible, but he bit his tongue a moment to force it back in favor of pain. “You can always come talk to me, I don’t mind at all.”

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Word Count: 521
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Tag: Augustus <3

Word: 420

Notes: Sorry the delay!!

Julia felt so lucky! she was wrapped in a blanket, but not just any blanket, but Augustus' blanket, she smelled into it for a second, and it really smelled like him, well like August, but he had the same kind of smell, a mix of sun and a meadow. She was glad that hadn't changed in him. then she opened her eyes again and looked at him when he replied to her thanking words. So he had been cold too... well that was logical, but... it kind of hurt her. Prometheus said it would need a lot of her patience, but she wasn't sure if that would be enough. Maybe he would never think of her as a love interest but the weird girl that came through the sands of time.

"I'm glad you grabbed a thick robe for you too." smiles tenderly at him and then looked down at the blanket around her and closed her eyes feeling the warmth that came from it. maybe it was because she just loved him, or maybe it was because he was the son of the god of Sun, but it seemed that the blanket was warmer than others. Then after she told him about her dream and what the Old Titan had told her, Augustus as he alwas was, spoke to her in a sweet way, like the sun light that touched your skin on an early morning in Spring. She slowly looked up at him and half smiled. She was sure he meant well, but... her mother was crazy, she must admit that, so a story of her just wanting her to be on their side wasn't that wrong... about her predicting, He was right... discordia couldn't, but Prometheus could.

"Yes, I know... she may love me, but still... you must admit, she's not sane." she said and then frowned a bit, if she wasn't sane, maybe Julia had inherited that too, right? She knew of people that their parents were insane and they fell insane too... but also fates had to do with that... right? She was thinking about that when she listened to his voice again and his words made her smile. "thank you... still... you are a busy man here, I should try to adapt, I'm sure it is not normal that campers go into others barracks to wake up others and talk in the middle of the night." she smiled widely at him. He was as warm as he had always been... at least to her.

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She looked so happy. For a minute, all he could do was smile. He didn’t know why, but her happiness meant a lot to him. For a minute, he just watched her. She really was pretty. Even in the scant moonlight her features were perfect. He hadn’t really taken the time to properly look at her before. But now that he was, he couldn’t help but stare. The way her silky hair caught the light, the way her eyes seemed to light up. Her eyes… he stopped short. Something had changed. He’d done or said something wrong, he was sure of it. She looked troubled, and it was all he could do not to reach out to her and try to help. He wanted to see that smile again, a genuine one. “What’s wrong? You can tell me. I want to help.” And he truly wanted to. Never before had he cared this much about someone else. Yes, it was getting to be really hard not to reach out to her somehow. Speaking to her was the least he could do.

Finally, she spoke up. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and shrugged. “Don’t worry about me. The jacket was just an afterthought.” Which was true. He’d mainly gone in for the blanket. “Maybe we should get you some flannel pajamas too, for the winter. I don’t think flannel was invented in your time, but I think you’ll like it. It’s very warm.” Why was he talking about flannel? Well, for one, without his usual mask of anger, he was up a creak without a paddle. He didn’t know what he was doing in this situation anymore. So he just latched on to whatever felt right. Or right enough. Maybe it was that smile of hers, so soft and warm, that had gotten his mind all crazy. People didn’t look at him like that. Not even family. He wasn’t used to it. But she… she made it feel okay. Welcome, even.

He listened to her words and, as much as he hated to admit it, she had a point. He nodded. “Okay, you got me on that one. I don’t know her personally, but from the stories, she never sounded terribly… all there. Kind of a sick sense of humor. No offense. But, I mean, she cared for you enough to put you in that cave to try and spare you. That’s something, right?” He noticed her frown and once again found it was unnaturally hard not to reach out to help somehow, but he was left with just his words. Gods knew he was confused enough already, last thing he needed was to add to it.

Then she changed the topic again and he found himself shaking his head and holding her to his side a little closer. “I’m not as busy as you’d probably think. And while, no, it’s not really normal for campers to have midnight chats, I find I don’t really care at all what other people think of me. You should try it, it’s very liberating,” he said with a chuckle. “Anyway, what I mean is, I like talking to you, no matter what the hour. So please feel free to come to me. Especially when it’s something as big as this. You shouldn’t have to go up against Saturn’s mind games by yourself.” He smiled encouragingly and warmly at her, also something he wasn’t used to doing. Julia really was opening a whole new world to him, little by little. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but so far he was rather liking it.

Tag: Julia
Word Count: 606
Notes: it’s okay, my delay was worse! lol

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Tag: August

Word: 406

Notes: finally!!!! <3

Julia looked at August and it was really nice to see that he was being so nice to her. for a second she didn't care that he couldn't remember their past lives, how they met, how he had told her that night so long ago that he loved her, she only cared that the present man, that man called August Mitchell was so nice to her, not Julia daughter of Seneca, but just to Julia Seneca a new camper and as far as she could see in his eyes a new friend. Maybe he would never see her as something different, but she for sure would love to have him at least as a friend than nothing.

She looked at him when he talked about caring about others, well about their words, she snorted and shook her head. She was a daughter of Dicordia, who fought in a war where women couldn't fight, she got up from her bed in the middle of the night wearing a silk sleeping gawn to get into the dorm of a guy that she like! Well if that wasn't clear enough about she not caring about other's opinions, well she didn't know how to explain it to him, or maybe she should tell him because times had changed since she last was in the real world.

"August... maybe what I just did is common in your world... but in mine it wasn't... I don't care about the opinion that other may have or may not have about me, for me in fact... there is only two opinions that I care of..." she smiled at him and put her hand on his hand. "mine and yours" she smiled at him and then let go of his hand, she didn't want to scare him more than he for sure was. She smiled and then looked away, holding the blanket tightly around herself. Then he spoke about not facing alone the titan, well he was sure on that one! No one should face the titan alone!

"thank you... still... his sneaky words have something really dangerous... half truth half fake... but the trick is to find the fake ones before his sneaky tongue can get your heart." she said and looked at him. she smiled and then looked at the sky. "what were you dreaming when I woke you up?" she asked not really wondering if that could be a real personal question.

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He had to admit, she had a good point. He chuckled. “Alright, you win. I admit, what you did just now even isn’t common. Girls in the guys’ barracks and vice versa is against the rules.” Then she said she only cared about her opinion… and his. He wasn’t sure why, but that meant a lot to him. He really liked Julia. He wasn’t sure how or why, but there was just something about her that made him want to be with her. She made him happy. Made him feel like he belonged somewhere. He was a little scared of how much he liked her. Now this wasn’t normal.

He put his arm around her and held her close to his side despite knowing it would only complicate his mind to have her closer. “You’re right. He’s been tricking people for heaven only knows how long. He’s had a lot of practice. He… has a way with words. He tried to get me to join him too once. I almost did. Then I met my dad and everything changed. I realized he-… that he didn’t hate me. I’m glad I didn’t betray camp. Or him. Besides, I wouldn’t have met you if I had.” He smiled, hoping she didn’t think poorly of him or anything. “But the point is, I know how hard he can be to resist. And I commend you for resisting him. You’re pretty strong, Julia.”

He looked away at her question. Should he tell her? He didn’t want to make her remember something that he knew hurt her so badly. But at the same time, he felt he should be honest with her. “I-… I saw Augustus. When he died. And you were there too.” He looked to her. “Julia, I’m sorry. I could tell it was really hard on you. I… I didn’t know you were there with him when he died like that. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for snooping. If that even was what really happened. For all I know, it could have just been a weird dream. It just… felt real. So… I’m sorry.”

Immediately he wished he hadn’t opened his mouth to begin with. First of all, he’d ended up rambling, which was embarrassing enough, but that was the least of his worries. Second, he really didn’t want to upset her. And something told him bringing up the death of someone she had loved so dearly could do just that.

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Word Count: 409
Notes: <3