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Post by aquarius jenkins on Dec 3, 2011 16:40:25 GMT -5
Aquarius ;;
Over his time at Camp Half-Blood, Damian had built up a decent enough database of knowledge on Greek culture within his mental memory. There was the aspect of everything being natural in a way, being the son of a Greek God but there was a definite element of scepticism. Okay, it's hard to deny that Greek mythology after a guided tour of a camp led by a half-man half-horse being but there was a bit of jump to accept everything that had happened. Especially within such a small period of time.
Now, there was the whole issue of there being Roman equivalents to everything Damian had learned. It was so much to take on. There was so much tension as well. Couldn't everybody get along? There was this prophecy to fufill. That was probably why either side could not be at ease with the other. Having been seperated for a couple of centuries and developing their own individual societies and beliefs, forgetting each other and then finding out about the other's existence. Obviously there was going to be surpise from both camps. So much tension.
Damian found himself on the main deck of the Argo II, an ingenious concept courteously provided by the Hephaestus Cabin. A ship designed with the ability to fly. There was nothing that Damian could compare it to in today's society. American society, that is. Could the Romans craft anything like it. Given the chance. A part of the demigod honestly believed the Greeks and Romans get along but there was the small feeling of distrust present. How could someone like Damian already distrust a collective group of people like Romans, having spent so little time with both them and the Greeks? It was not like there was anybody who had particularly stood out in Damian's memory for being close to him. Chiron would check up on him. Mr. D didn't care about any of the campers, let alone him. The campers . . . were typical (within context) teenagers. Not that everybody was mean to him, just Damian had always had problems connecting with people. He was very self-concious, you see, doubting aspects of himself in the eyes of the wider social standards. The demigod is still in the proccess of acknowledging and accepting his own homosexuality.
Damian hestitated, giving out a sigh to help release some of the inner tension. Why must there be so much apprehension?
There was an urge inside of Damian to be with someone, talk to them but what would happen? Anything? Would Damian freeze like he always would in that situation? This demigod had very much settled on the fact that he would be alone until the day he died which for a demigod might be sooner then intended. No matter when or how Damian was going to die, he was going to do it by himself. The demigod looked up at the stary sky above.
"So much tension?"
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