Apology Doughnuts [Remus]

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Tag: Remus Words: 571 Notes: Hope it's okay?

I'd rather sleep my whole life away Her father had always told her not to disrespect those older than she, and those in a leadership position above her. Honestly it wasn't lady like to disrespect anyone. Though she had gone a bit too far in what she said to Remus Stone. Yes, saying something about his leadership skills while he was under such pressure already was too much. He is a son of Mars, and she had seen the pride he takes in his work. The sometimes overly large ego that he could have as well, something not unfamiliar to herself. She indecently had hurt her own pride with that unkind display. She was supposed to be a little lady, and wanted to help people get over that emotional constipation Roman's had. Not force them farther into it. Though she was happy to hear he was going to see Lady Venus for counsel. Even if the goddess wasn't exactly someone she would go to for such things. She was frivolous and played with romantic relationships that she liked for the fun of it. Making them difficult, and by her own strange definition more fun to watch. Certainly the woman was a goddess, with unrivaled knowledge in matters of love and a few other things but Miyuki had her father. Who else did she need to take advice from? He was the greatest among the gods, and the best father she could ask for. A not too small stack of doughnuts was being piled onto a plastic plate, then covered with a stiff plastic cake cover. Certainly no one could deny an apology accompanied by food. She'd spoken with him on a few occasions and it seemed none of them went well. Sleeping during the day and almost throwing him to the ground, thank goodness for him being a son of Mars. She normally did well with that, and even practiced martial arts with Charlie once in a while. Normally she'd be beaten in the end, Miyuki didn't know anywhere near as many holds and strike patterns that Charlie knew. Though these where the same types of doughnuts his sister liked, perhaps tastes transferred a bit? She knew he liked stir fry, and wasn't allergic to chocolate. She couldn't exactly put stir fry into a doughnut, well she could but that would be a bit weird. Stuffing bacon crumbles into one was about as crazy as she would go with that. Possibly because she still tried to make somewhat healthy foods when cooking. Even her doughnuts were baked instead of fried. On her way to the Principia she snacked on her own green tea doughnut. She might have one in the box, but mostly the dougnuts where not something so unusual. Of course there was chocolate, chocolate chip, powdered sugar coated, and cinnamon coated doughnuts. Which all where perfect for coffee in her opinion, and cake like doughnuts absorbed drinks better than the bread ones. If she made bread doughnuts she'd for certain deep fry them. It make them crisp on the outside and soft and fluffy inside. Too soon she was at the Praetors door. Again she went over the little apology in her head, how she would explain her actions. What she had meant. Hopefully this encounter would go better. Opening the door she gave a bit of a knock at the door she smiled at Remus. “I don't mean to intrude, I brought some apology doughnuts.” Than have you keep me from dreaming Lyrics from Fairytale by Sara Bareilles Code done by step

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Remus was a mental mess. On the outside, he had ‘gotten over’ Felicity’s death, but the inside was far from it. He had lost his fiancé, for the gods’ sake. How could anyone expect him to be okay with this? But Miyuki’s words still rang painfully in his ears. He had to move on, for the sake of the camp. He was a leader. The camp depended on him. Especially with Jason in the infirmary and temporarily out of service. Now it was just him. Gods, right about now he could really go for a best friend. Or his mom. Did that sound childish? Maybe a little. At this point, though, he really didn’t care. He was alone right now, he had gotten some work done in the last twenty minutes, so he allowed himself a little leeway. Maybe he would go run the obstacle course. Get his mind off things. If he tried to run it fast enough, it usually distracted him, used to the course though he was. They needed a new challenge here. Better war games. No, maybe not that. Not right now. Not when it was still such a solid memory of the not so game war. Okay, something else. Maybe a tournament. Sure, who didn’t like an innocent tournament? Something non warlike, like dodgeball. Okay, dodgeball. He’d set it up and make an announcement tomorrow. That would prove he was still looking out for camp’s best interests, right? It would have to.

He took a deep breath and pulled out the drawer of his desk. Inside was the letter Felicity had written him that day before war had struck. Before they had both became consumed by battle. Her literally. He pulled out the letter and ran his fingers over the smooth paper. Over the black inked words, over her name at the end. It felt like a million lives ago. He felt so much older now, wiser maybe, but certainly worse for the wear. Like that old man who lived next door to him when he was growing up back in Cincinnati. The Vietnam veteran who had lost his wife. Sometimes Remus would see him out watering his garden, what used to be his wife’s garden. He looked like a man who used to inspire fear and respect, but had broken and was now nothing but a husk of who he once was…

That was him right now, except he didn’t have a garden, and he was considerably younger. But now he had a new respect for that old man. His mom had usually visited with him to give him some company, and the man had seemed to enjoy having a little kid around for a change. But the moment they left, the healing didn’t last long. A soldier ran through the ringer one too many times, than crushed under foot by the Fates. Yes, Remus could respect that now, much more than he did when he was little. When he was little, he just liked playing Uno with the guy. Maybe someday he would go back and see if the old man wanted another round.

He sighed and looked back to the letter. It brought a faint smile to his face. That day. He and Felicity had been so young, so in love. Everything had seemed perfect. They had laughed, they had joked, and she had come up with corny idea to write each other letters that they wouldn’t be allowed to open until after the war. Little did he know then that that letter would be the last he heard of her. He hadn’t seen her during the war, not talked with her once. Heck, he’d barely slept. And did he ever regret it now. The last he’d seen her, she was dying in his arms. If that wasn’t nightmare material, he wasn’t sure what was. He shook his head and took another deep breath. Get over it. Or retire. Miyuki had made that pretty clear. If he didn’t pull himself together, he wasn’t fit to lead.

That was about when the door opened. He shoved the letter back into the drawer and quickly closed the drawer. Aurum and Argentum snapped to attention, glowing red eyes fixed on the door. Argentum was the first to spot her, and when he relaxed, Remus figured it wasn’t anything too bad. Then he noticed who it was. That familiar feeling of guilt settled itself in his throat. He sat up a little straighter, as if his demented, evil, and highly feared old first grade teacher had entered the classroom and he was looking for anything not to get rapped on the knuckles with a ruler. Miyuki had earned a certain level of respect in his mind, not for the times he had caught her dozing off, but for the fact that she had had the guts to stand up to him and tell him off when he was slacking. But her words, now those didn’t match what he was expecting. What had he been expecting anyway? Maybe another firm talking-to? Checking in to make sure her previous message had struck home hard enough? He hated to say it, but that was sort of what he was expecting. Not… “Apology doughnuts…?”

Tag: Miyuki
Word Count: 874
Notes: muse got away from me here

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Tag: Remus Words: 455 Notes: No problem at all <3

I'd rather sleep my whole life away The dogs were the first things to catch her eye, they always where. Striking glowing red eyes, the glisten of metal. Yup, exactly what catches a war trained Roman's attention. Though she did wonder why one of them wasn't with Jason, even if the infirmary had some great defenses. That was proven during the war wasn't it? Those monsters tried to attack the infirmary, and died. Funny how monsters and enemy commanders seemed to think the medics would be easy targets. They should realize no one is an easy target in a war. Not that there should be war in the first place. Though Jason was as much their owner as Remus, if owner was the correct term. Perhaps it was like a time share? They would stay with Stone at times, patrol the grounds, and be with Jason the same amount of time. They were machines after all. Miyuki had spared everyone, even the monsters. Though at times she had put on on it's knees, or laid a traitor out unconscious, and someone finished them off before she could get the demigod to a medic. It upset her a bit, but she would move on. Her cooking friend died valiantly. She would move on. Other friends helped with that, Ronan and Joshua were great to her. There was none more wonderful than her father though. She would complain to him, and he would sooth her heart with his words. With no one else could she cry and scream the way she did with her father, it would be unsightly. Though she had been very loud and vicious to Remus Stone in the recent past, to which she hoped to remedy. Not only for peace of her own mind, but peace for his. She gave him a smile and a nod. “Apology doughnuts. I was out of line the other day, and I wanted to apologize about the way I spoke to you. I would also like to clear up a bit of what I said, if you wouldn't mind?” She hadn't entered the room yet, it was his office and his personal space. This time she was determined to be a proper lady, as her parents expected of her. Though her doting father would love her no matter what she did, he already had poor standing with the Demigods. Some actually believed sleep or dreams weren’t important! Completely foolish. A human needed both desperately, if you let yourself loose the ability to dream, not simply the ones you have in your sleep but ideas and hopes for the future, then you would fall to depression. Discontent. It would be the perfect place for Saturn to plant his roots again, or perhaps someone even worse! Than have you keep me from dreaming Lyrics from Fairytale by Sara Bareilles Code done by step

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Remus wasn’t particularly in the mood for company. Especially not company that, last they met, chewed him out for mourning his fiancé. Not exactly a welcome sight. But her words still rang in his mind. He was leader, and he could be expected to do nothing shy of picking up the pieces and getting over it. He had a job to do and people counting on him. So when Miyuki came in, he took a deep breath and straightened up. He would show himself to be strong and sturdy, even it wasn’t entirely there yet. He would honor his father and not show fear or depression. He would honor Felicity and keep living. On the outside, at least. He decided he could still have his private moments to himself. Like at night before he fell asleep. That would be his time, with no campers or immortals or anyone telling him how he should or should not feel or act.

But right now was not bedtime. Now was time to be Remus Dominus Stone, praetor of Camp Jupiter and son of Mars. The ‘robo-cop’. Yes, he would go back to his tense strength he once was never without, build back up the walls that Felicity had broken through. He would regain the respect and the fear he once commanded. Never again would he be caught lost in his own mind save possibly for training by himself occasionally. Never again.

Given his train of thought, the last thing he expected or knew how to react to was her smiling at him. He glanced down at the plastic container in her hands and raised an eyebrow at her. Yep, he’d heard right. Apology doughnuts… leave it to Miyuki to come up with something as out of the blue as ‘apology doughnuts’. That was right, though, he’d heard she at least used to frequent the kitchen and raid the cooking supplies along with her companions, at least one of which was no longer with them. But the doughnuts weren’t the only thing. A chance to clear up what she had said? He sighed inwardly. A.k.a another lecture. Just what he needed. He held up a hand. “That isn’t necessary. I got your meaning before. Quite clearly. You should be pleased then to know that I have taken it upon myself to clean up my act and get back to what’s important,” he hoped his bitterness didn’t creep into his voice with that part… After all, to him, Felicity was important and always would be. “However, if it makes you feel better, then by all means, come in and say your piece.” It was obvious she had been preparing her spiel at least long enough for doughnuts to come into the picture, so it would be rude to completely deny her the stage, but he had to give his fair warning too. With that, he sat back in his seat and steepled his fingers under his chin, mentally bracing himself for another massive blow. But this time he was ready. This time his walls were so much stronger. And this time he was not upset. He was true-blood, son-of-Mars mad.

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Word Count: 525
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Tag: Remus Words: 711 Notes: Sorry, it just kinda....happened

I'd rather sleep my whole life away Did she turn the oven off? An irrational thought that seemed to pop up in her mind whenever she wanted an excuse to escape very quickly. Though there was a person who pointed out the nymphs would turn it off should she have left it burning. She wasn't too fond of that response. She wanted to leave it at an apology, if she made him mad again certainly her last year in the legion would not be pleasant. Perhaps not just for his dislike of her, but for the increasingly awkward feeling that would come from her continuing to bring food to the praetors. Neither of them ate or slept enough, it was atrocious. Sometimes she wondered what that new head of infirmary was doing to try and get the other centurions and the praetors to actually sleep and eat on a somewhat healthy schedule. She knew that the girl had been badly injured in the war protecting a girl in her cohort though, so perhaps that was affecting it. Or perhaps those in charge of the Roman Legion were simply too stubborn. She hadn't missed that bitter note in the slightest, but her calm smile didn't fade from her at all. She stood tall, without the slouched posture people tend to have when they are humbled. It was the posture she tended to have, almost the same airs she might expect a princess to have. She believed anyone could be a prince, or a princess. It was based on how you acted, and she had to try and remember that. "I believe there was a bit of a misunderstanding. To which I do apologize for not making myself clear. Long story short, it's okay to not be okay." She tilted her head a bit, her smile showed some concern. He gave his permission, although it seemed a bit unwilling, but she would take it. A few steps and she was inside, letting the plastic container sit on a clear spot of his desk. Finding said clearing proved a little difficult with all the paper work the leaders always seemed to have. She chose not to take a seat, not wanting to get too comfortable in case he asked her to leave. This time she would do so immediately. With a soft breath of mental preparation she recalled all she wanted to say to him again, and the words she had chosen to use. Hopefully nothing insultive, she would not like it in the slightest to insult him again. "A lot happened this past war. People looked to you for guidance then, and they look to you for guidance now. Its perfectly acceptable to not be 100%. Acceptable to take a day off to talk about your problems, albeit I don't see Venus as the best person to go to, but its a good step. You keep trying to close off, and no one should do that. You don't have to be over it now, or a year from now. Moving forward doesn't mean you can't look back. I'm sorry if I'm being offensive, but I want everyone in camp to know its okay to not be okay. Since...you're the leader....I thought you could help with that." Now that friendly smile wasn't on her face, instead replaced by a slight look of insecurity. Waiting for his reply. Searching his face for any kind of cue on what he might be thinking. Honestly she wasn't always that great at it, but generally better than others. She wasn't trained, but her father was the god of the subconscious mind. Peoples thoughts and emotions often came out in their mannerisms. Even their style of writing That would be a fun little adventure. Figuring out peoples personalities based on their handwriting. Perhaps she should go read a book on that. Now. Right now. That was another way to tell herself she wanted to be out of here, but she stood her ground for now. Despite the pulling urge to leave immediately after she had her say. She didn't just want to talk at him, she truly wanted an understanding. "That's all I had to say, and perhaps....to what you mentioned earlier, about getting back to what's important. You should remember, that you're important as well." Than have you keep me from dreaming Lyrics from Fairytale by Sara Bareilles Code done by step

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Remus tried to keep his skepticism at bay, or at least well hidden. Before their meeting, he had had nothing against Miyuki Minamimoto. After, well, now that was a different story. He’d forced himself back into his old role of Robocop and frankly avoided Miyuki entirely. When she happened to be in the vicinity, he simply pretended she wasn’t. It was back to his past, cold ways of dealing with issues. And, well, he was okay with that. Many of his childhood heroes used intimidation as a chief tactic. Of course, his childhood heroes were far from the normal Robin Hood or the like. More like true, real persons of history. Felicity had joked with him before about how he had a Caesar complex. Possibly he did. He certainly looked up to the leaders of old enough.

He raised an eyebrow at her comment about a misunderstanding. Really now? He thought she’d been rather to the point during their last meeting. Crystal clear. It’s okay to not be okay? That was hardly the message he had gotten. “Well, if that’s honestly what you meant last I spoke to you, then I can only guess that we were speaking entirely different languages.” She looked concerned, but he was too stubborn to give in. If she was trying to help again – considering her previous attempt at it – then she was going to have to work hard to make a difference in the matter. He was back to his old ways, and that meant that showing emotion was a weakness that he could not afford. He was a leader. He was Mars’ son. He was strong. He would not be pulled under the current.

He could easily have told her to leave – forced her to leave this time – but there was still that part of him that remembered what it was like to be human. Remembered compassion, even if it was just a ghost of it now. The only ones he showed any emotion to at all anymore were his siblings. The rest were gone, like Lyn, or dead, like his fiancé. Jason, he sometimes was himself around, though rarely, even if Jason was his closest non-related friend. However, that glimmer of memory in him pushed him to allow her to say whatever she had obviously been planning. He sat back in his chair and listened carefully, trying to set his bias against her aside for just a few minutes and truly judge her words. When she finished, he took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll admit, hardly what I was expecting from the first one to call for my immediate resignation. I’m glad you’ve turned your view around there. And you’re right. I am a leader here. So then, aside from what I’m already doing, how do you propose I make myself a better example for those in this camp who lost dear ones in the war as well, hmm?”

He nodded again when she said she had finished her piece, though a frown creased his brow at her closing remark. He was important as well. Again, not something he had expected from Minamimoto. If she was suggesting that a man’s ego was not entirely ill-placed, that one believing in oneself was a good thing, well then, why had she suggested – near commanded – he give up what made him feel important at all nowadays. She was no child of a war god, though, so he hardly expected her to understand the sort of thoughts that ran through the minds of Mattie Blair, Charlie-Mack Jolly, the late Valerie Smyth, and himself. Importance and power were securely linked, along with respect. They relied on each other for sustenance. There was no such thing as a war-god(dess) child who accomplished nothing, because he had a feeling such a person would be disinherited, if not by the immortal themselves, than by guilt.

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Word Count: 646
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Tag: Remus Words: 470 Notes: Sorry, late

I'd rather sleep my whole life away Remus had leaned back calmly observing her, which she supposed she should be thankful for. Not simply being thrown out of his office. Though it was as though she were under extreme scrutiny. She had taken notice of his eyes averting from her whenever she was around, more than that it seemed as though he did his best to keep her out of his sight as much as possible. He was certainly intimidating, more so when he was calm than when he was upset. She didn't pay it much attention though, to that cold expression. Whether he would listen to her out of compassion, or duty, she didn't care. So long as he listened. She hadn't exactly turned her view around. Perhaps his resignation would still be for the best, but she wouldn't say that. Telling someone they didn't belong where they though they should be was no good. No good at all, and she had to remember that. Remember to be kind to people, that they had their problems, and their own way of dealing with said problems. She just wished they would deal with them instead of shutting them away. “I'm not entirely sure what you should do, I'm not someone who can move hundreds of people the way you can. I'd like if you would face problems head on, and not ignore them. I understand I'm not someone with your vote of confidence though, but..... Ryan was so stubbornly against people keeping to themselves.” She really didn't like bringing up his name, the pain was still to fresh. The catch in her throat as she attempted to clear it away. Even she hated showing emotion in front of people she hardly knew. Her tears where for her father, her confidant. Perhaps one day she'd find another person to confide in like that, but Remus was not the one for that. That wrinkle in his brow. Perhaps confusion? Perhaps they simply could not understand one another. Perhaps they really where speaking different languages. She was a bit dejected at the thought. If she would touch his skin, a handshake or something of that sort, she would understand. Though that would make her relive his most hidden memory. Force him to think of the thing he most did not want to think about right now. She would feel perfectly his feelings, hear his thoughts as her own. For a few moments she would honestly be him in his memories, but at what price? Hurting him more than she already had. “Thank you for listening.” She said with a bit of a bow. She wouldn't do such a thing, that was why she had started wearing gloves after all. To protect other people from her. To stop from hurting them so much. A fine job she had done of that. Than have you keep me from dreaming Lyrics from Fairytale by Sara Bareilles Code done by step