Stranger Things (P)

He always liked visiting the Ampitheatre. It was a place where he could let loose all of his creativity and passion for the arts. It was also, in his opinion, had a rather placating air to it capable of soothing all of his worries. Standing at the centre of the stage, his eyes roaming the empty seats, his body swaying to the sound of a tune that only he could hear. A tune that his brain regurgitated effortless, due to the constant bombardment of it whenever he went home to visit his mother.

His light blue eyes, staring upwards to the sky, as absent as ever to any passerby, held a burning passion. He snapped his fingers. Once. Then twice. Soon he was snapping his fingers to the tune within his head, soon his feet was moving along with the tune creating a nice beat which complimented the sounds of his fingers snapping.

“Never letting go,” he began to sing, on key despite starting with the chorus of the song. “Gotta learn to grow,” he continued, his voice growing louder and creating symphony of echoes “watch me as I touch the sky,”Allowing the beat to overcome him briefly. He ended off the song “ still I fly..”


Taking a moment, he bowed to the non-existent crowded, chuckling to himself as he did. That wasn’t bad. Wasn't his best. Yet far from being considered average or subpar. He silently wondered how loud he could sing before someone would notice that he was in here?

Claude paused when he heard a voice off to the side. His light blue eyes instantly locking onto the form of the red-head who was rested against a pillar in the corner. “Oh, I didn’t see you there,” He said, the harshness of her tone completely going over his head, as he pivoted to face her completely from his position on the stage.

He blinked, a polite smile on his face, as her words finally registered. His gaze, while on her, looked as if he was peering right through her rather than directly at her. “ Well that’s a rather odd question to ask someone.” he paused, actually contemplating what she had asked of him. “ Well I don’t really have an answer for that, hmm I should really think about that.” He said folding his arm as he tried to rack his brain for a reason. “ Well I was taught that we’re shaped by our environment, so maybe that could be a reason?”

He tilted his head to the side, raising his hand to clutch at his dark blonde hair. “Sorry, who are you again?” He remembered seeing her around here before, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what her name was. He wondered what she was doing here, he hadn’t ever seen her around this part of the ballpark that’s for sure. “I’m not really good with names.”

“Oh, well nice to pleasure to meet you Mikaela,” He greeted with a small bow, his gaze focusing more closely on her as his mind tuned in more to the presence of the girl before him. “Airhead?” He thought, although he didn’t physically show that he registered those words, that felt oddly accurate yet exceptionally vague. He was a little more than just an airhead. He wanted to point out, but decided against it.

“Wow, you really are knowledgeable.” He complimented,  a bright smile spreading across his lips. “ Makes me feel weird that I didn’t know much about you, when you know so much about me.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Yet isn’t that the point of conversations? Getting a better understanding of the person you are interacting with?” At least that’s what he thought.

When she inquired about what he was doing, his gaze shifted upwards to the stage. “Oh, I was just singing.” He admitted without any signs of being embarrassed by the fact. “ My mother always said that when you're frustrated you should do something that you love to calm yourself and clear your mind.” He looks to the ground. “It works for the most part, sometimes it’s fun to imagine a crowd there as well.”

Cocking a brow, he turned his gaze back to Mikaela. “Do you sing as well, daughter of Eros?”

“Wow I can’t imagine being here for that long,” Claude voiced, his blues trailing the daughter of Eros with sheer amazement, moving to the edge of the stage he lowered himself and proceeded to sit on the edge. “ You must have all kinds of stories to share then? Have you gone on a Quest yet? I’ve always wanted to go on one, since I got here.” He looked away from her to stare up at the skies in sheer wonder. “It must be such a fun experience, I suppose most people do it for the glory, in my opinion just having the opportunity to go on a quest is enough.”

He wondered if his father would arrange something like that if he prayed to him enough, or if he would just get angry at his constant pestering. He didn’t want to pester the deity, he already had enough on his plate with the big Gods bearing down upon him, it would be selfish of him to add to his workload. Still he really wanted to go on a quest. “Would you go on a quest with me?” He inquired of Mikaela. “ You could just be yourself the entire time, nobody around to judge you,” he tilted his head to the side and grinned pleasantly at her. “Plus we could get to know each other a lot better than way.”

“That’s a pleasant instrument,” Claude compliment, absentmindedly. “You must be really good, maybe we can ask Mr. D to bring in a piano set? I would love to hear you play.” Raising his thumb to his mouth, he gently grazed it’s surface with his teeth. “It’s fine if you aren’t comfortable with doing it, I was only suggesting.”

“Hmm,” Claude hummed, pondering over Mikaela's words. He wondered what she meant by that? They were all demi-gods weren’t they? It was only fair that they all got an equal chance at being able to go on quests. “Well we can always ask for one when you're allowed to leave camp again.” He offered politely, smiling lightly.

When Mikaela offered to play the piano for him, Claude nodded in response to her offer. “That would be cool,” He stated genuinely, pocketing his hands into the comforting folds of his pockets. “Maybe you could even teach me a few things, if you have the time, it’s ok if you don’t” He thought the other demi-god was rather interesting. Usually the children of the Love deities avoided him like the plague, he wasn’t sure why though.

Claude smiled appreciating at Mikaela. “It’ll be fun, who says the children of minor gods can’t share the spotlight sometimes?” He was visibly beaming at his fellow demi-god, quite satisfied with the fact that she was willing to go on a quest with him, it was something that he knew most demi-gods secretly aspire to do. Even if some wouldn’t ever admit it. “Brilliant, when do you think you’ll be able to leave the camp? I can pray to my dad and maybe he can get Chiron to give us a quest.” A simple fetch quest would suffice, nothing elaborate. Although truthfully, he wasn’t even sure if his father would even allow him to go on a quest.

Scratching his chin with his index finger, Claude wondered was nervous about playing piano in front of him or if she genuinely was rusty. Either Way he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, she seemed rather nice, much more friendly than the other Love demi-gods. “I can sing while you do it?” He offered. “If that helps.” he shrugged his shoulders. It was up to her to decide.