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Eli: One second. A minute. Ten minutes. An hour. Elijah didn't know how long he had been staring at the lake's still surface, but it had been for some while as the sun was beginning to set. The hallucinations had started up again sometime earlier so he had escaped from his cabin and headed down to the lake to deal with them. The voices still haunted him but he sat still and watched the water for it was all he could do.

Sylvio:  Sylvio had been gone from camp for some time having gone to a foreign nation with his mother on assignment. A monstrous soul of a man had escaped the clutches of death more than a few times and he needed to be found and delivered to Thanatos and Hades. It had been a tough road finding the man and Sylvio had been hurt in more ways than one. He had ghosted around camp all day seeing the newest demigods all bubbly and happy to have found a home but the haunted look in his eyes did not reflect the excitement in theirs. He now ghosted through the woods towards the lake a somber expression on his face his coat creating swirling shadows around his body.

Eli: He felt the coolness of the shadows as Sylvio neared and tensed as footsteps followed soon after. The night would soon soar in like a bird snatching prey, why would anyone be heading down to the lake now? He feared to turn his head and lock eyes with whoever was stalking down to the lake so he continued to stare hard at the still water. A chilly breeze flew in, causing him to shiver. He did not wish for the scarf that he should've brought and simply accepted the cold. There were people out there that had been through worse.

Sylvio:  Standing at the waters edge opposite that of Eli Sylvio's pale complection in the moonlight gave him an almost ghost like appearance. If only he were a ghost. Where once his face had been unblemished a faded scar now rest across one of his cheeks. If he ever took off his coat anyone would be able to see the clear scars on his arms that he had earned on his last mission. His mother had patched him up best she could with ambrosia and mortal medicine but there would always be a reminder of his folly when he was captured by the monstrous man. Taking a deep breath of the cool crisp air Sylvio shivered lightly despite his coat. His scars burned lightly as they had still not fully healed. He looked across the water to see another solitary soul crouched by the edge of the water. He could not make them out from his position but he knew if they were out here this late then they were in his same position of loneliness but needing to be alone all the same.

Eli: For a split second he allowed his eyes to wander, catching a glimpse of Sylvio in misery before the voices attacked once again and he frantically looked around for something to grip to calm himself. He was cursed to remain with the endless reminders of his sins and did not fight it, but for the stranger's safety, he needed to control it, just once. He mumbled something to himself, gibberish perhaps, maybe something in Mandarin. What an odd time for his phobia of water to act up and for a second and a half he watched himself drown before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he shut his eyelids, clutching his head and shaking it like a maniac. Something was tugging on his ankle, something was trying to kill him. Kill it, a voice chanted. He didn't have anything to stab it with. Kill it, the voice demanded again. The imaginary something tugged harder and he slipped into the water. It didn't occur to him that he was sinking until his lungs began to cry for air but the water burned his eyes and he couldn't see which way was up or down or left or right. Kill it. There's nothing to kill, he complained. ''Kill it! ''In his head, he cursed in Mandarin, as oxygen fled his body in a pursuit of the surface.

Sylvio : He watched the person slowly enter the water as if in a dream but then when they didnt surface after a moment, much too long for anyone who wasnt a child of a sea god, he knew something was up. He moved swiftly around the edge of the water closer to where the stranger sllipped in. He knew it would be no good to try and swim with his coat on so after letting it crumple to the ground he slipped into the chilly water his eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom until he saw the form of the person slowly sinking seemingly trying to kill something that simply did not exist. He moved swiftly through the water and tried to grab hold of the drowning person from behind using their shit collar as his point of grip and started swimming up trying to drag him to the surface.

Eli: His first instinct was to attempt to rip himself from the stranger's grip, but his strength was failing him, fading from the lack of oxygen reaching the rest of his arms. He kicked and flailed but eventually, he went limp, unable to fight against the other anymore. There was a chorus of hisses, cursing him and Mandarin and calling him a coward as his eyelids slipped shut. For a second he was convinced the voices had finally won and have had their vengeance until he realized he wasn't quite dead yet.

Sylvio:  He was glad when the person slipped into unconsciousness as they had punched him right in the side knocking what little oxygen he had out of him. Swimming slowly to the surface he broke free taking gasping breaths before dragging the body to the shore. Kneeling there for the first time he realized it was Eli lying before him. Growling slightly he moved closer and began CPR and mouth to mouth on the slight framed boy hoping he wouldnt break any of his bones with how hard he was pressing to try and get the water free of his lungs. He cursed the idiot for going in the water, cursed himself for not acting sooner, cursed his inability to move water like a demigod of the sea could, and just generally cursed as he struggled to bring him back from the brink.

Eli: He wasn't dead, yet. Which meant darkness did not have him fully within its grasp. Reality did not call for him even when Sylvio began to perform CPR. The water seemed content in his lungs, depriving him of air until something in him jump-started his survival instincts and in seconds he was coughing up water, fighting to open his eyes. Eli, coughing and sputtering attempted to sit up but could barely move his arms.

Sylvio:  He spoke softly to Eli. "Lean over to your side and cough out the water before sitting up. If you dont get it all out you risk dry drowning." He helped him lean over and rubbed his back patting it slightly trying to get as much of the water out as possible. "There you go. Nice and easy." He had to take several deep breaths of his own from all the oxygen he had been deprived of during his rescue mission.

Eli: He did as he was told, rolling over on his side and coughing out the rest of the water. He felt like a groggy mess, and he wouldn't be surprised if he caught pneumonia in the next twenty-four hours. It hadn't registered within his mind that Sylvio was the one next to him, barely able to concentrate on the ground which seemed to be spinning. "I feel sick," he mumbled, slumping on the ground again.

Sylvio:  "Too be expected. That water is not safe for drinking let alone inhaling. Plus you are soaked through. Stay here." He got up and returned a few seconds later casting his coat around the shoulders of Eli. "Its dry and warm. We should get you to the Apollo cabin though they wont be pleased to be woken this late in the evening." He shook his head his own body shaking slightly in the chilly weather.

Eli: The smell of freshly cut grass overwhelmed as the jacket was wrapped around him. A flood of warmth caused a sigh to escape him and he relaxed a little, subconsciously pulling himself closer to Sylvio. "H-Hey..." he mumbled. "Thank you..."

Sylvio:  Sylvio tensed up as Eli put himself closer to him. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "You were drowning it was instinct nothing special." He subconsciously pushed slightly on Eli to put distant between himself and the other male. He had been doing so good about his discomfort around guys but since those two days in Taiwan with that sadist he was too scarred to be this close right now.

Eli: He didn't think much of it as he barely noticed what had been done, instead he turned his head to look at Sylvio. He stared for half a minute before the resemblance clicked and he realized he was half leaning on Sylvio Paltara. His first instinct was to jump away but instead, he sleepily acknowledged the boy, threatening to topple over again.

Sylvio:  He could tell that Eli was going in to a sort of fugue state shock as his adrenaline finally wore off. He looked down at the boy with a war going on in his mind. Slowly and carefully he stood and lifted the other male in his arms with one arm under his knees and the other supporting his back. He would need rest. Taking him back to Thanatos Cabin he lay him softly on the bed and took a seat in the small armchair that rest in one corner. He did not sleep rather shut down most of his senses except that of sight and sound as he watched the boy carefully in case he did start to dry drown.

Eli: Eli's head lolled as he was lifted into the air by the other male. His vision spun momentarily as a result and he let out a pained groan. On the bright side, his hallucinations seemed to be giving him a break, for now, so he wouldn't be burning anyone with plasma for awhile, or at least he hoped he wouldn't be. It took him a couple of seconds for his brain to properly comprehend that he was lying down on a bed now, and even then didn't respond until a minute later, causing Eli to spasm suddenly.

Sylvio:  He was on his feet and next to the bed in literally a second when he sensed Eli's movements. He watched him carefully his hand reaching out lightly resting in the air above his body. He was no healer but he was prepared to snatch this boy up and break down the doors to Apollo cabin if he took a turn for the worse.

Eli: He finally relaxed when it occured to his head that there was no threat to beware of. His eyes ghost towards the ceiling as coughed again, turning over to face Sylvio. "I-I haven't seen you in..." he broke down in a coughing fit but continued to pursue the end of his sentence. "...w-weeks..."

OOC
So before I post is he actually in the water or is he just having a panic attack on the shore?

Yukaronachan (talk) 18:29, September 5, 2017 (UTC)

Panic attack... in the water. If that makes sense.

So he is in fact drowning. Kay Sylvio to the rescue. again.

Yukaronachan (talk) 22:53, September 5, 2017 (UTC)