Bonding. (Matt)

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Word: 366

Notes: Sorry for the long wait!!

Things in camp haven't been the most calm or relaxing ones lately, in fact everyone seemed to be scared, to be remembering times of war, times od sorrow and betrayal, which wasn't good in a military camp as the Camp jupiter was. In an army soldiers needed to trust their mates, their lives pended from the others, if just a link of a chain was weak or was at some point damaged or broken, then the whole chain would set apart and a war could be lost. Camp jupiter didn't need that, even less after last war, people still had severe scars to remind them what happened. Both physical and mental ones. He needed to get rid of the weak links... he needed to either made them stronger or get rid of them.

Chris knew about it, he could still remember the war, the kidnaps, the loss, the people he killed in that last strike of his lightning during the last war, it was meant to kill traitors, but in his rage and loss of conscience he also killed several fellow campers, which he would keep in his soul like forever. Physical too, he still had that nasty curnt scar on the palm of his left hand that he could see everyday. first months he used to cover it with a leather glove, but then he decided to let it be seen, he wasn't going to hide what he did, even when he wasn't proud of it. He also had some remanents from the torture and the brain wash that those government people did to him... But he wasn't going to let them break him.

Suddenly he looked around and he saw his brother, Matt. He adored his brother, he was family, maybe the only one that he had in the world, that, Yvetter and another legacy of his father, But Matt was the closest. Sometimes Chris got worried about Matt, he seemed to want to party all the time and that wasn't the ideal in a military camp, he needed to train more. That day he had been going to the fields of Mars, maybe Matt would want to go with him. "Hey!... Matt!, Lad!"

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tell me if i should run, or learn to shoot a gun

Food was always a great distraction from the world… Quite often lately, he’d dwell on the past, and how tragic mere things tended to be. At last, the world was at a patch of calm for once. There were no wars, no abductions, and Mathias was thankful for that. He didn’t have to worry about anyone taking away anyone from Camp, whether by casualties, or by kidnaping. Wara had it’s own risks… It was a shame, the world didn’t have to always be at odds against each other, there was just no time anymore to take a breath and think about what truly mattered the most. Matt always thought the world was in the now, but the past never hesitated to come knocking on his door. Matt left the Mess Hall after his lunch, only to see someone quite familiar standing in the tunnel.

It was Chris, his brother. Matt hadn’t seen him in quite a long while, he couldn’t even remember the last time the two of them had talked. A smile gracing his lightly tanned face, Matt made sure he didn’t rush down the road and glomp Chris to the ground… He might get a few weird looks, or even chastised for it. Chris was the centurion of the First cohort, not really someone you’d want to mess around with, or envelope in a glomp tackle hug. “Hey Chris!”, Matt called out, waving and smiling to his brother.

“Hey dude!”, Mathias added, beaming. “Where you heading to?”, the blonde Danish man pondered, keeping his tone high and friendly. he hadn’t seen Chris in a little bit, perhaps some time together was overdue. He was also genuinely interested, he’d likely tag along, unless it was something private, or related to Chris’s job. He wouldn’t want to invade on something important to the Legion. Yeah, he was nosy but he knew his place. Things like that weren’t any of his business. Though hopefully he was going for drinks… Drinking sounded real nice to Matt, but he didn’t think suggesting that would be a good idea. He’d hear what Chris had to say.

Christopher Ashby || 352 || yay fam!

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Tag: @dennie

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Notes: sorry about the delay and about the shortness.

Chris smiled at his brother and passed an arm over his shoulders, then pulled him into a semi tight half hug. He had always felt responsible of Matt, maybe that was the same way how his late sister felt about him. the though of her made Chris smile softly, then he had to force his disperse mind to focus again on what he was doing. As any other demigod he had ADHD and that made his mind extremely disperse, he was absentminded, and after the experiments in that horrible place he felt it got even worst. So he had to force his mind to be focused, even more then than before.

"so, tell me little brother. Where were you going?" he asked and continued walking with Matt at his side. in a way he was leading his steps to the fields of Mars and also Matt's. would his baby brother want to practice? to have a small drill with his older brother? "I am going to the Fields of Mars, I must train if I want to keep in shape and be able to beat up the members of my cohort. it would be a shame if any of them could win... don't you think?" he winked at his brother. when he was with Matt, he became a bit more relaxed, more like the young Irish man that he was and less the super mega responsible centurion of the first cohort. "would you come with you elder brother and practice some moves?"

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Hugs! Yes! Hugs! Matt was quite good at those, and when Chris came to hug him, Matt made sure he gave him the most tightly-squeezed hug he could muster up, which was quite a lot of hugging capabilities.

“I was just going to head out to...Uh...I don’t know where honestly, I guess somewhere private and hang out with the Bud, and by Bud I mean Bud Light, the beer. The true bestie”, Matt chuckled, in response to Chris’ question. He wasn’t really all too sure about how his older brother felt about his reckless habits. I mean, it wasn’t really a secret that putting Mathias and beer in large quantities would equal some stupid things, strange shenanigans. Matt followed closely behind Chris, looking up and away at the surroundings, as he walked down. Yeah, attention in general was hard, and Matt was definitely scatterbrained. Especially when it came to simple tasks, like opening doors. The amount of times he had pushed a pull door were uncountable at this time, and that was a number that only went up. Training was all and well, until Matt saw someone he would try and show off too and lose sight of the task at hand.

Then Chris mentioned training. Honestly, Matt was down for anything, and he did need to work off some of the food he had just pounded. Yeah, no objections there. “Sure!”, Matt added, grinning. “Haha, I’d like to see them try. You’re waaaay too awesome to be beat, even by my awesomeness”, Matt said, smirking. “So, do you have any specific plans in mind?”, Matt questioned, raising his defined eyebrows slightly, as if he were trying to read out something.

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Chris has never seen bad that his brother liked to drink a beer from time to time, Gods! he was Irish! and even when he hadn't been in Irelande since he was 5, he remembered the men in his town, he remembered also the long meetings that his grandfather used to have with the other IRA Kings, all of them had some good boose, He remembered that even when his grandfather never wanted to inclde him in all of that, he never wnted a freak messing with his businesses. So when Matt mentioned the Bud, Chris just smirked.

He wasn't up for drinking in training time, that was off limits, but he definetely was up for some relaxing moment in a bar, maybe Kyle H's Bar as soon as they finished the training? He knew that both of them were under-age according to the laws of USA, but in Ireland both of them would be perfectly capable to have a beer, and the Roman legion... well, Matt was a bit green for some stuff, but maybe being with a centurion would hurt... right?

As they walked into the Fields of Mars, he breathed in and the electricity in the air sparkled just a bit. Then he let Matt go and faced him. "Let's do this lad, we train some good hours and after that I'll buy the drinks at Kyle H's Bar, what do you say of that?" he asked and then went to grab the helmets, shields and swords. "I was thinking about maybe some sword training? I need some practice with both the gladius and the long celtic one. any idea?" He asked as he was throwing the helmet and shield at Matt, the sword he threw it at his feet, so there was no accident.

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It was no big secret that Matt enjoyed alcohol from time to time, if anything, the biggest secret was where it even came from. That was something Matt was incredibly tight-lipped about. His best friend might as well have been Carlsberg, though Tuborg came in a close second… That was provided a brand of beer could be a friend, which Matt was very positive was a possible thing. You’d have to pry his bottles from his dead body, cold rigid fingers holding onto every last drop with an iron grip. Matt hadn’t mastered the art of gracefully waking up for morning training with a hangover, however. Now that was just painful. Matt was pretty young too, being only 18.

“Sure thing, dude!”, Matt said, with a smile. Then again, it was hard to find Matt without some sort of smile, he was typically very cheerful, especially around people he liked to be around, such as Chris. Putting him in a bad mood would be difficult, as Matt was ever the optimist. Matt reached out to catch both the helmet and shield, sliding the helmet over his head, before he bent down to pick up the sword on the ground, pointing it down just to test out the weight, which was fine with him. Matt was far better with longer and bigger swords, which made sense. He was rather tall and heavy, and had the physique to handle such a weapon. His favorite weapon after all was a large axe, the blade alone was tall enough to go a bit above his knees when he had it planted down. The handle made it about his height, 6 feet. Mastering it was difficult, but Matt had become more comfortable with it than anything else. Of course, he practiced with other weapons, and his sword fighting was rather rusty… Going against someone like Chris, his older half-brother, Matt wasn’t so sure he could even put up. “It’s all up to you, I don’t really have a plan or anything”, Matt said with a small shrug.

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