[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Camp Grounds
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Demetri went to pull the box in a little closer as Zeke frowned towards him. There was an unsettling amount of room for it to move when he noticed the shadows shifting and that they were now formed over by Arthur. Chocolate clearly knew a few tricks, though the brief anxiety it gave Demetri would linger for a moment longer. He wasn't sure what to think. Sure. Zeke was here asking him if he was ok, how he was doing, but it felt more like an afterthought than a real concern. His hand clutched the box tightly, hearing the wood creak slightly from the pressure. He took in a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly. He wasn't an afterthought, that was just his anxiety speaking. Zeke cared for him, or at least he hoped. In any case, this didn't seem like the appropriate location to have this conversation. There were still too many campers around, and there was a lot that Demi wanted to say. Or so it felt.

Demetri stood up from his seat, looking at Zeke. [Color=6666FF]"Maybe we should bring this conversation somewhere else. I don't feel comfortable talking out here."[/color] He said as he tucked the box under one arm, his free hand clutching his arm loosely. Zeke continued to sit, and Demi simply rolled his eyes. The anger came back to him as he reached down and grabbed Zeke's wrist and pulled him off the seat. He began to walk towards the beach line, a usually private bank of sand that allowed them a bit more of the privacy that he wanted. On their way out they were stopped by some of the Hecate kids, Zeke was inspected and allowed through, but Demetri had to stand back for a moment as they tried once again. Nervousness settled inside of him, wondering if those shadows were reason for a second search. 

With luck however, they eventually waved him through and he took hold of Zeke's wrist once more. Practically dragging the child of Apollo until they reached a private section on the sand. He stopped in his tracks, not facing Zeke for a moment until he finally worked the nerve up to turn around. [Color=6666FF]"You don't know where to go from here? [i]Really?![/i] You think [i]I[/i] have any bloody clue!"[/color] Demi let go of Zeke's wrist, his eye watering. [Color=6666FF]"I don't care that you nearly killed me, I don't care that it's your hands imprinted onto my neck, what I care about is that you just left and ran back to [i]her[/i]I. How do you think that makes me feel? Do you think it feels good to be someone's second thought? You want to know where to go from here then you've got to tell me where you want it to end up because at this point I don't know anymore. I just..."[/color]

Demi cut himself off, his words choking up inside his throat as if trying to remind him to breathe. He took half a step forward, then one back as he looked at Zeke in his entirety. [Color=6666FF]"I'm sorry. It's not fair to you that I act like this. You said it from the beginning but...I can't help it at times."[/color]

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Camp Grounds 
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Cassian huffed in mild annoyance as the Harpy managed to toss a grape straight into one of the pipes for his panflute.  Regardless of the fact that the Harpy had taken Stella to the skies, everyone seemed to be giving [i]him[/i] the odd look as if he wasn't simply trying to defend another camper. But he to admit, this whole Eidolon business had him on edge. He himself was moments away from potentially having been possessed, and he hated to think what the forces of Gaia could do if they had his powers. Cass let out a long sigh as he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. He started making his way towards the Harpy, seeing Kiera already beginning to bandage her up.

Cassian held his hand out to help the Harpy up, the golden hue leaving his eyes as his hold over her fell to the wayside. [Color=CC00CC]"Sorry about that. I'm just...a little on edge thanks to all the talk of spirits possessing others. So when I saw someone snag a camper I panicked. Hope there's no hard feeling?"[/color] Once the Harpy was able to be on her foot again, Cassian pulled out his flute, staring down the pipe the grape was stuck in and sighing once more. He bet Dionysus never had these problems. He placed his lips to one end and blew as hard as he could, dislodging the grape as it flew straight towards the ground.