Archery practice

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Gabriel gave a flick of his wrist, the bow that had been compacted in his hand expanded, coming to the size of a powerful black bow. His fingers traced the recurve before he put a hand on an arrow. The tip of the feather against his cheek as he extended his arm, both of his eyes open as he let out a slow breath. briefly closing his eyes for a moment before letting the arrow go. It hit the target alright, though it wasn't the same skill as a legacy or a child of Apollo had, or even one of the hunters. He had done this with years of training and practice. He had dual hunting knives at his side for melee range attacks, but his skill lay mostly in the bow and arrow. Biting his lip he kicked at the stand that served for the holder for the massive quiver of arrows that were right in front of him. They were simple practice arrows. Maybe he could go see someone about a new arm guard. The leather bracer he had was starting to get scuffed up and worn out.

His eyes narrowed in on the area where he was practicing with his bow, another arrow made for another direct shot. There was a sigh of slight exasperation as he heard the dull thunk of the arrow hitting the target. This was stupid, Gabriel thought savagely as the arrow had hit the outer ring of the target. He kicked at the ground with his boots once more, scuffing and dirtying the toes of his boots. What would his mother think to see someone with such an undisciplined mind? What sort of scolding would he get? He had to get into a better mood, his own training was suffering for it and that was the last thing on his mind. Or to be more precise, the last thing on his mind was to piss off Charlie and Chris because of his lack of discipline. They already had a tough time on their hands, they didn't need his help in adding to the problems. Maybe he should pop off and see his mother. That might be for the best, now that he actually thought about it. But he couldn't skive off more training just because he was acting like a petulant toddler in a mood because they didn't get their favorite sweets.

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It has been a very long time since the last time the God of the underworld had stepped onto Camp Jupiter. He had many reasons to stay away from that place and only little to be there. Which brought him to step onto that place in that beautiful day. Last time he had been that he had seen his daughter, Felicity, no matter what other gods or his kin thought, he loved his children, his legacies and his kin in general. He loved them all deeply. So when he saw what his daughter had done once and again, he felt that maybe his presence had influenced her to do the things she did in that moment.

Several months had passed since those horrible moments. She was still around and he was happy for her to be alive, but was worried about her as he was for the rest of his kin in that camp. Jessy was fine, happy and practicing the potions she thought that could make Trivia proud of her. Kyle was developing his skills as a medic and even when he thought that it would make the god upset, Pluto was very proud of him. Gunnar… well he had a broken heart and he would go and check on him as soon as he checked on his son Gabriel.

He walked from his temple to the archery range, he knew where his son was, well he always had known where his kin was, even more his sons and daughters. He walked into the open space and saw Gabriel shooting some arrows. He saw him missed the target and throw as slight tantrum. Pluto smiled and shook his head. “My son, what troubles your mind?” he dared to speak, hoping Gabriel didn’t react as usually the rest of his kin did at him.

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TAG: @gabriel
WORDS: 305
NOTES: Hope it is ok

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Gabriel had let in a slow breath. Then he exhaled slowly as he closed his eyes for a brief moment. As a son, he often honored his father. He did so gratefully and proudly. His father was king over the dead and underworld. Gabriel had so much to be rather grateful for. Not that he wasn't, he was proud of his dad. But as an Archer, he did hold the god of the sun in high regard. He was the god over archery after all and any archer worth their salt should probably at least make an offering every so often. Gabriel was just not feeling it today. He needed to practice, and desperately so if he was going to keep up with everyone. Gabriel had so much going on his mind right now, he was thinking about everyone, about Chris and Charlie and how he didn't want to disappoint them. He was thinking about his father, about Apollo, about his mother. He thought abut Sabella. He really liked her and at the same time, he was a bit terrified of her. He didn't want to love someone again. He had his heart shattered before and he wasn't exactly in a hurry to repeat the feeling.

Then he had heard a voice, belonging to the singular person other than his mother that he wished that he could do right by and make proud. Most people here rather disliked death. The king of the underworld was a bit less liked than most, but not as much considered bad luck like Neptune was. His father had spoken to him. Which was something that both startled him and made him a but scared. Not that he was as angry as people expected him to be at his dad. He didn't understand why people decided to be pissed off at their divine parents. Being a demi-god was a huge responsibility and it was important to understand that gods were not always going to be there, that there was going to be a chance that they couldn't be daddy dearest or be there for football or cricket matches. "Hello father." Gabriel stated with a small smile, feeling his heart flutter as he tried to keep himself from having heart palpitations. "To what do I owe the pleasure of having such a visit?" No, Gabriel wasn't being a pompous dick, he was just that colorful with his language and he was generally one who was well spoken.

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Words: 414
Notes: he doesn't mind his father. He loves him.