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located in Camp Athens, a part of Camp Athens: The Second Year, one of the many universes on RPG.

Camp Athens

A training camp for Demigods.

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Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters
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Sylas didn't know what he expected her truths to be, but somehow, he still managed to be surprised as Evelyn explained the meaning behind her trial. She wasn't frightened of a gun being pointed at her. So self-preservation wasn't the highest thing on her list. Rather it was the shift of power or the threat of exposure. It made him curious if her trial was some parallel to this game they had been playing with one another. He could see the similarities. It only further explained this wariness she spoke of.

While Evelyn was a mysterious woman, he still couldn't fathom what kind of secrets or inhibitions she could harbor. Everyone had a right to their privacy and secrets. Both Sylas and Evelyn played the more elusive roles but he highly doubted that her darkness was even in the same realm as his own. If he was a dark room in the middle of the night, than she was a sunroom in mid-afternoon. Perhaps he was wrong and she was the one really playing him. But he doubted that.

He wasn't sure if she was going to take the bait? Was it even bait? Sylas wasn't sure. He didn't like being so honest and open, it was a strange feeling. While he couldn't care less what the others around camp deduced from his trial, it was the way she looked at him after it. He wanted to explain it. He needed to. But he also wasn't the type of man to offer up information unprompted. Every truth was a tool to be used against him, so it was rare that he spoke one out loud. And rarer still to give one so freely.

As Sylas started to withdraw his hand Evelyn grasped it tightly, keeping him from pulling away. "Then tell me about yours." She held his gaze with a strong intensity that nearly matched her hold on him. Whether or not he planned to deceive her, the hunger in her eyes made him want to give her what she desired. The truth.

Just when he was about to speak, Evelyn filled the silence. "Maybe we don’t know what we want exactly. I don’t think many of us do to be fair, we’re still young and there’s a lot of trial and error and experience to come and shape us yet but… I’m not going to hold it against you." His brows raised slightly and it took some composure to not chuckle at her little ramblings. He could tell she was nervous. Nervous to hear the reality behind his sinister mind or perhaps just nervous in his presence. But he doubted it was the latter.

Rather than rush to answer the question, Sylas remained silent, studying Evelyn's face waiting to see if she had other ramblings waiting to burst free. While it wasn't words, it seemed there was something else she had to get out of her system before he said one thing or another. Her hand slowly snaked its way around his neck and gently started to pull him forward. He let her guide him closer never once breaking eye contact. One hand rested in the grass steading himself as the other raised to cup her head along her jaw and below her ear.

Though he was tempted, Sylas let Evelyn close the distance between them. His eyes slowly closed as her lips met his in a soft caress. Unlike the last time they kissed, it wasn't lust and curiosity. There was no seduction. It was like the strange sort of vulnerability in that moment magnetized them and heightened the tension and desire between them. Uncharacteristic of himself, every time his lips found hers he was gentle and slow, showing a tenderness that he often kept hidden away. Sylas would have kept her in his arms for as long as Evelyn would have let him. But all good things have to come to an end.

After a moment that felt like hours, yet also too short, Evelyn broke the kiss and slowly pulled away. Almost like an addict wanting another hit Sylas's head slowly dipped toward the crook of her neck. The tip of his nose slowly trailed a line along her skin from beneath her earlobe down to her collarbone.

"I had to. I'm sorry." Evelyn's voice cut through the fog that had him entranced. And while the softness of her voice only made him want to continue more, Sylas stopped himself before his lips found her neck.

"...Couldn't help myself," he said with a deep roughness in his voice. His breath was warm against her skin as he spoke.

"Please, go on," Evelyn beckoned as she slowly detangled herself from him.

Sylas slowly removed his fingers from her hair with a soft sigh. As he pulled away from her his lips just barely touched her jaw. Then as quickly as they had merged, they were separate once again, sitting side by side. There was a few minutes of silence as he tried to find the words. In theory it was easy enough to say the reasoning, but for the first time Sylas found himself struggling to speak the truth because he was concerned about the fallout.

He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled deeply. "My mother has always favored my sister. Sloane is the prodigal daughter. She mastered her skills quickly..." Sylas paused for a minute as the next words got stuck in his throat for a second or two. "And she's more powerful than I am. She doesn't even want it." There was bit of anger in his words. Why was it those who were the most powerful didn't want it? It wasn't right and sure as hell wasn't fair. He shook his head slightly and continued. "But no matter how much I try to prove myself, I will never be good enough."

As he spoke, his gaze was fixed on his hands. Sylas was not the type of person to admit someone was stronger than he was. It was a strong hit to his ego. While he had those fears for years, he never once said them out loud. It made him feel weak. He sighed, then tried to shift the topic so he didn't have to dwell on it any further. "Contrary to what the others think, I don't actually want to kill everyone," he commented in a more playful tone as he laid back in the grass, crossing his arms behind his head. "Well... Not you, anyway," he added with a slight smirk.

Sylas watched the clouds pass overhead. He had no idea what Evelyn's reaction would be. Sure he gave better reasoning behind his trial but that didn't mean she'd think any better of him. Yes, his trial had him scaling a literal mountain of bodies that he killed to gain his mother's approval, but it also showed he didn't get it. He had always known, deep down, that nothing he did would ever make him surpass Sloane in Eris's eyes. That also didn't mean he'd stop trying. One thing he was certain of was that he had no intentions of hurting Evelyn. But that didn't change the fact that someone like him would be nothing but dangerous for someone like Evelyn. He'd always stand by his original comment... She should steer clear of him.