<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NnEfXy6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Cabin.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>8:05 A.M.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zahara, NPC Cabin-mates.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing:  This. (http://www.menfashionhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/1081.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Softness wasn't a recurring theme within Demi-Gods in general, and if it was to be ranked within a pyramid, certain people would be above others. You'd have the teachers and professors at the very top, whom usually have to care and posses some softness towards their students so that they may nurture them. Well, perhaps Mr.D was an exception. Beneath them would be the healers, children of Apollo or Hera, who have been gifted the abilities to heal their comrades and mend wounds. Such softness is needed for delicate tasks. Below them, would be the Nymphs and the Satyrs who dedicated their lives to these Demi-Gods, as protectors and warriors. Further down would be the reluctant children of Hephaestus, whom you'd think softness wouldn't apply to, yet to enjoy crafting and creating things for other people means that you take joy in others happiness, and as such, you possess softness. Everyone else fills the rest of the Pyramid, every other cabin and average boy or girl within the cabin. Yet beneath them all in softness capacity, is the Ares cabin. Lining the very bottom of the Pyramid. Ezra especially isn't even part of the Pyramid. The Pyramid is on-top of him, crushing him with its weight.  His capacity for softness and forgiveness might as-well be non existent.<br/><br/>Except with her.<br/><br/>For a reason unknown to him, that bypassed friendships or similarities, she'd stir an emotion within him that was buried and forgotten. An emotion un-acceptable by his father, but their father, and deemed benign and weak. It was such a shameful thing, for the strong and proud children of Ares to be called soft. Like a taboo, that followed them around and caused ridicule. It was to be expected, after all, the Cabin is a symbol for strength, their father presents the physical or violent and untamed aspect of War. There is simply no room for it. Yet with her, in the privacy of their Cabin, where no one else can see or hear them, when they are sheltered by the wooden walls of their home, it would slip out. Part of him regretted this, and could not quite understand how he could simply look at her and forget his natural anger and hate. Why it was, that he could press his lips to her skin and instantly calm himself was beyond his understanding. Why he could close his eyes and take in her scent, and the hate within him goes away. He knew one thing. The smile curled around her lips when he did, was the one thing that made him feel good.<br/><br/>She squirmed out of his arms while laughing about her situation, firmly stating that this was not their deal. His grin widened just a little more as her feet hit the ground, and he hummed a deep and low quizzical tone from the bottom of his throat.<strong>"Oh really? I think the victor gets to state the terms of his reward, hm? I do believe this is my victory."</strong>He snickered, as she protested. Oh he knew she wouldn't be caught dead getting carried like an Aphrodite, in her 'strong man's arms'. He nearly laughed at his own thought.<strong>"Or did you forget the time you beat me in the Hermes race and had me walk back to the Cabin on my hands? I still owe you some payback for that..."</strong>He paused, rolling his eyes with a sigh.<strong>"But I'll let it slide this time, because of...your help."</strong>He got nervous saying that, and he didn't know why. Maybe because he liked the touch so much, that it happened so instinctively and naturally...or maybe because he just hated getting help. Who knows.<br/><br/>Then she turned around and flashed him that cheeky grin, sticking her tongue out as she taunted him a little more, and his nervousness slipped away from his body. He raised an eyebrow as he always did when he was about to say something sarcastic, a smirk on his lips.<strong>"Yeah, you <em>totally</em> didn't just get caught off guard."</strong>He grinned back, before he turned around and grabbed his backpack. Throwing it over his shoulder just momentarily, he walked up to his room and tossed it onto his bed, before turning around and locking the door behind him. The was a ward on the lock, so that anyone who tried to sneak in would instantly fall through a trap door and inevitably get caught my Ezra when he returned. Which would result in an ass beating.<br/><br/>He picked up the spear he'd thrown on the ground and walked up to where it was hung by the door before, catching her little tease about him needing to do better in the process. He let out a cocky laugh as he hung the long, wooden weapon back in its place before walking up to Zii, throwing an arm over her shoulder and pressing her to his side. His masculine frame would fit her own built yet feminine figure rather nicely, with their height difference being the only visible contrast.<strong>"Yeah yeah, say that if you beat me today."</strong>He snickered.<strong>"Speaking of, we gotta go talk to Chiron. I'm sure he'll want to set up something for all these new kids coming today. Actually.."</strong>He raised his finger to her lip, pressing it against her and shushing her quickly.<strong>"If you listen, you can already hear their buzz."</strong><br/><br/>Actually, she probably couldn't, and it was simply Ezra's heightened senses. His father's gifts to him were not just miraculous in battle and no more. They heightened some senses, kept him aware. Nevertheless, Zii was equally as skilled. So who knows, maybe she would hear something.<strong>"Anyways, we should go." </strong>