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Brandon Kane (apollo_son) wrote in manchester_rpg,
@ 2010-05-23 23:02:00

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brandon, jacob

Sunday
Who: Brandon & Open
What: Meeting
When: Sunday, late afternoon
Where: Alden University campus
Rating: ?
Status: COMPLETE

It was the summertime and Brandon was enjoying it to the fullest. As a demigod and the son of Apollo, he knew how to make the most of his leisure time. He hadn’t always known, however, as he was raised by his human mother. All of his extreme emotions and desires he tried so hard to clamp down on, were natural; his mother told him so, but also told him he’d have to find a way to curb them to be accepted in society. His father, Apollo, had met with him once at age seven, just to touch base and establish a bond. Then, at the age of sixteen, he re-introduced himself to Brandon and they went away together for a weekend. His mother, Eleanor, was frantic. On that weekend, the god of music, light, healing, prophecy and so many other things, taught Brandon exactly what it meant to be a demigod. Some things happened that weekend that Brandon refuses to talk about to this day.

Laying back against the rock on Pawtuckaway Lake, Brandon enjoyed the sun shining down on his unclothed form. He had serenaded the gathered nymphs, naiads, dryads, ghillie dhus, fauns, satyrs and centaurs earlier; he’d made them laugh, cry, sigh and then, of course become terribly horny. The dancing, making love, singing, alcohol and more making love had put a satisfied smile on the demigod’s face and the warm sun was icing on the cake.

After an indulgent nap, Brandon threw on his shorts and sandals, hopped aboard his Vespa and headed back to Alden University. He had returned to school early to help the drama teacher work on the score for a musical version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It was hard work, but gratifying, and Brandon had plenty of time for relaxation.

As he parked his school-owned Vespa in the lot, Brandon could sense someone approaching.

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apollo_son
2010-06-30 04:03 pm UTC (link)

Brandon laughed, “Sorry, it’s going to have to be a soda, big guy. I don’t get many blood drinkers stopping by…”, he grabbed a bottle from the fridge and walked it in to Jacob. Giving his enticing guest a wink, the demigod offered, “I’d let you have a bottle’s worth from my veins, but there’s no telling what my blood would do to you!”. He laughed and patted Jacob on the chest as he headed back to the kitchen. As Brandon stepped into the kitchen and began washing the eggplants, he looked at Jacob and actually wondered what would happen if the dhampir took his blood. Vampires and dhampirs processed the blood to renew themselves…to nourish themselves. They could eat and enjoy other things but they didn’t process them and other foods didn’t sustain them. They could eat a feast of human food and die of starvation without blood. What would his ichor-laced blood do to them? Interesting, maybe he’d let one bite him sometime.

As he sliced lengthwise strips from the eggplants, Brandon called in to Jacob, “I’m fixing moussaka. Have you ever had it? It mainly has eggplant, onions, ground beef…or some people use lamb, but I’m using beef, chopped tomatoes, lots of garlic…oops…will the garlic bother you? It also has cheese, bread crumbs and red wine, along with all the needed spices and cooking oils”. Placing the slices in a large tray, the demigod cook sprinkled them with salt and turned to take a drink of his soda.

Having a bit of time before he needed to start the meat sauce and 30 minutes that the eggplant strips had to sit, Brandon decided to join Jacob on the sofa; the smiling demigod wasted no time in plopping down right next to the sexy dhampir. With an easy nudge of his elbow, Brandon boldly asked, “So, Jacob, you’re rather beautiful, have you dated much here at Alden?”. Taking another drink of his soda, the blond demigod’s blue-green eyes were locked on Jacob’s waiting for his answer.

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