Chester felt himself squirm in his seat. He didnât hang in the close quarters of other humans often; Coeus had turned him off of the idea of making human connections, and the white haired boy had concluded that all he needed as company were the others that hosted the titan siblings and suddenly being thrown into a pit of tightly packed people made his stomach churn aggressively. He could feel the moment another human approached him, and could not fathom when they suddenly started to try and have a conversation with Chester in the middle of the packed audience. "Hello, are you having fun? My name is Castiel, what's yours?" As he turned to snap at the unwelcomed conversationalist the boy felt his breath catch in his throat.
Chesterâs heart stuttered and his eyes widened in shock. He felt Coeus surge inside of him and the wave of emotion hit him so hard his hands shook, and the feeling that rushed through his body resembled a coffee high on an empty stomach. It blinked away in an instant and Coeus reigned himself back in and Chester felt his expression soften into that akin to childhood nostalgia. He reached forward and stopped just short of cupping the young boyâs face with his hand.
âSisterâŠâ He could barely get his voice above a whisper despite being surrounded by a loud crowd and wondered if the boy in front of him even heard it. His breathlessness from encountering the first of his siblings was accompanied by his pounding heart and he couldnât help but be amazed at the fact Coeus had somehow known this would happened, and that the titans that resided in him and eleven other humans on this planet were pushing them all together. Chester blinked in surprise as his mind brought him back to their circus surroundings and he retracted his hand in an abrupt jolt.
âMy name is Chester Calico-" He wanted to say more but as the circus came into full swing the noise became too loud to talk over and anything he could have possibility said would have been drowned out by the fanfare and adoring crowds. He sent a curious look back at the boy sitting next to him though; one of his sisters was linked to that boy the way Coeus was to him. He studied the boyâs soft features. What had his name been? It started with a K maybe; he hadnât been listening until he realized who the boy had been. Castor? Carlton? Castiel. The light bulb went on, both metaphorically and literally as the circus switched to a new act. The white haired boy flicked his attention towards the stage, where a single spotlight highlighted a dancer, completely intent on studying the titaness next to him when the feeling bubbled in his gut again.
It was murky and unclear; not nearly as overwhelming as seeing Castiel had been, but Chester knew another one was here, maybe even two. He wondered how it was possible for more of his siblings to be in the same location, after years of being apart to suddenly have more than two titans coincidentally in the same place was amazing. He kept his attention on the circus as a male trapeze artist swinging through the air. Chester could feel his nerves ignite and prickle over his skin, raising goose bumps in their wake as the act continued. It was beautiful; more so once the female dancer joined him, but the boy couldnât pinpoint which one of them was his brother. He watched on in awe and even pushed down the black hood of his jacket, revealing his stark white hair in order to get an unobstructed view of them.
The two dancers moved incredibly, their costumes and the lowlighting add to the illusion and grandness of the performance and Chester felt himself clench his fists. Cronus, the strongest of all the titans, was up there, but Coeus couldnât even distinguish which body he resided in. It was both frustrating and saddening that he was so close to his brother, yet could not even recognize him for who he was. Chester sat in his ridged position for the rest of the performances, his eyes never straying far from the two dancers. It wasnât until the end of the circus was he able to figure it out. When the female looked at him his heart stuttered, that was his brother, it had felt like the performer had picked him out of the crowd and bore her eyes into his soul. The crushing weight of Cronusâ presence was evident and alive, and it made the boyâs stomach drop in a way that was both familiar and frightening.
Chester turned to Castiel as the humans around them began vacating their seats. He reached out and grabbed the boyâs hand desperate to make sure they wouldnât be separated. He reached with his free hand to pull the black hood back into place as he began leading the other boy outside where there was more personal space. On his way he pushed through two people, one of which had the looks to be a model. He felt a surge, but the weight of seeing Cronus had his heart hammering in his chest like a jackhammer and the tightly packed crowd made him nauseous, so even as Coeus screamed in the back of his mind he pushed on ahead until they had made it out of the tent.
"Did you see that female dancer? Our brother, Cronus was up there on stage! Oh, but Themis, to see you is incredible as well I have been searching for my siblings for over a year.â He gave a breathily laugh, one of disbelief and lilt as he grinned at the other boy. Now that they were out of the big top it was much easier to see Castielâs features. The most prominent being the eye patch covering his right eye, and Chester ran his eyes across the boyâs body. He was short, but he was also young, probably the same age as Chester, so still in his growing stage, and his clothes looked like he came from a pretty well off family.
Chester suddenly felt very self-conscious of his own appearance, he probably looked ratty and unkempt in comparison. He shoved his hands into the pockets on his jeans, suddenly feeling unsure in the face of one of his sisters and looked down. He could feel Cronus in the distance, a crushing presence, and felt the pull to see him itch under his skin and tug at his fingertips. "Do you want to go see him?"