Killian O'Connor

Rpc 20) Spring your own trap!

Killian had spent most the time so far working on a trap to catch a few of the blue team in the tree. It was simple really, the net was on the ground and once someone, hopefully the blue team, walked over it. The trap would then be strung which would stop them from getting to their flag! Capturing more of the blue team one at a time. Smirking to himself he felt kind of impressed with himself that he had even done this but it would be in time to see if it worked well! Taking a break, killian was leaning on the tree taking a rest. Waiting to see if anyone would come his way!

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The big ole Irish man was one who loved to play capture the flag!!!! It got his blood pumping as it brought out the competitive side of many who normally sat by the sidelines. He too loves to show off his strength and skill as a fighter. It was only a year ago that he save willow….his fair maiden! Or he wished she would be! Well for now he was walking in the woods when he stopped as he noticed Annie and emberlynn trying to take the flag. Smirking he ran up ready to stop them in any way possible. 

Killian couldn't help but laugh at Vienna's mischievous glimmer and her challenge. It was as if they were back in their carefree camp days, finding joy and excitement in friendly competitions and adventures. He shook his head in playful disbelief. "Oh, you're on, Vi! But I can't promise I won't hold you to that bunk deal if things go south." He winked at her, knowing that the threat was all in good fun. He took had his own partying life out at New Rome. Killian did more drinking than studying but who was counting anyways!!!!! His eyes widened as Vienna pulled out the beautifully crafted wooden goblets. The intricate patterns and the burning of leaves and grapes showcased the artistry behind them. He reached out to touch the smooth wood, admiring the craftsmanship. "These are amazing, Vi! You really know how to score the coolest items." He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. It was going to be a legendary drinking contest, Dionysus-style. Wondering how she won these...maybe it was like a competition like this one. "How did you win these?" 

As the goblets filled with wine on their own accord, Killian's anticipation grew. He admired the deep red color of the liquid, swirling it around in his goblet. The familiar scent of grapes and a hint of something more magical wafted into his nostrils. "Cheers, sis," he raised his goblet towards Vienna, his eyes sparkling with friendly competition. "May the best child of Dionysus win." He winked at her as he tilted the glass up as he began to enjoy it all. "What type of wine does yours have my sister?" 

The madness that he inherited from his dad was something that he too often gave into in parties like this. Maybe it was the fact that he had a haunting past that seemed to follow him wherever he went. The faces of those he watched die in the fire that night at the orphanage.....nope he would be drinking a lot to forget that tonight. Taking the bottle he hand in his hand he lifted it up as he drank the whole thing down. Putting it to the side as he walked into the room.  The music pulsed through his veins, Killian felt an electric surge of anticipation. Kendall's response had ignited a fire within him, intensifying the desire for a night of exhilaration and unbridled passion. With a self-assured grin, he locked eyes with her, his gaze radiating a mix of mischief and longing.

Closing the distance between them, Killian moved with an easy grace, his body swaying to the rhythm of the seductive song that filled the air. Their eyes remained locked, their connection growing stronger with each step. The crowd around them seemed to fade into the background as he reached out, his hand intertwining with Kendall's. A surge of heat passed between them as their bodies pressed closer, moving in sync with the pulsating beat. The dance floor became their own private world, a place where inhibitions dissolved and desires were set free. The music intensified, he leaned in, his voice a low murmur against her ear. "Oh, Kendall, you have no idea what kind of fun we'll have," he whispered, his words laced with promises and the thrill of anticipation. His fingers traced a delicate path along her waist, his touch electric against her skin. In that moment, they were lost in a whirlwind of desire, the world around them reduced to the intoxicating connection they shared. Kendall's words lingered in the air, a challenge that matched his own appetite for adventure. With a wicked grin, Killian pulled her even closer, ready to embark on a night of forbidden pleasure and unforgettable memories.

Killian chuckled as Vienna ruffled his hair, her playful gesture bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity. Her words of support resonated within him, reinforcing the unbreakable bond they shared as siblings. He nodded, a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks, Vi. I appreciate it. And if I ever need a wingman, you'll be the first person I call." As he reminisced about their camp days, he couldn't help but smile. They had been partners in crime, causing mischief and laughter wherever they went. Granted Killian was younger than his sister but that didn't stop him from starting parties and going mad with her!  The memories of those adventures brought a sense of joy to his heart, a reminder that no matter how complicated their family dynamics were, they had always found solace and strength in their connection.

Vienna's mention of their father elicited a knowing nod from Killian. He understood the sentiment all too well. Their father, Dionysus, had been a distant figure in their lives, more interested in his wine and revelry than in nurturing his children. It had been a source of frustration and longing, but their bond as siblings had served as a source of stability amidst the chaos. Wasn't that how Zeus wanted it anyways, I mean Daddy D was running the camp as a punishment which meant he got to see his dad more than others did for sure.  "You're right, Vi," he replied, his voice laced with a mix of determination and affection. "No matter what, we've got each other. We're family, and that's something that can't be taken away." He paused, his gaze meeting Vienna's. "I'm grateful to have you by my side, sis. We'll navigate this crazy demigod life together, and I know we'll come out stronger."

With a shared understanding and a renewed sense of camaraderie, the siblings stood side by side, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. In the midst of a world filled with gods, monsters, and uncertainties, they found solace in their bond and the unwavering support they offered each other. Together, they would forge their own paths, rewriting the narratives that had been predetermined for them, and embracing the power of family. But that was when he got an idea in his head, a smirk growing across his face. "Hey Vi want to ummmm have a drinking contest? Last one standing has to do the others bathroom duty for the next month" part of him knew he would most likely be the loser but that did not stop him from trying to out drink his sister. 

Killian was a son of Dioynsus, found himself amidst the vibrant city of New Rome, immersed in preparations for a grand celebration he wanted to have for the hell of it all! While his divine heritage often led him down paths of revelry and indulgence, Killian had also developed a keen interest in the intricate art of fermentation, studying its various forms within the walls of New Rome. However, his time in this new city was not solely dedicated to scholarly pursuits. Killian had a reputation for throwing wild parties, inviting anyone and everyone to revel in the intoxicating atmosphere he effortlessly conjured. He was known to have a wandering eye, effortlessly seeking out a good time with this girl or that whenever the mood struck him.

As the appointed hour for the party drew near, people began to arrive in droves, their laughter and excitement filling the air. Games were set in motion, and a lively pool party ensued, where Killian joyfully joined his fellow revelers in the water, relishing the refreshing sensation against his skin. Emerging from the pool himself, droplets cascading down his toned physique, Killian's gaze suddenly fixated on a familiar face. Kendall, a girl from Camp Half-Blood, caught his attention with her enchanting presence. His curiosity piqued, Killian watched her intently, captivated by her every move. Wanting to know a bit more about her. He quietly followed Kendall as she made her way to the dance floor, his eyes never leaving her. The pulsating rhythm of the music provided a perfect backdrop as Killian approached her, his steps matching the beat. Ready to dive into the night's festivities, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath Kendall's captivating smile.

Killian was a charismatic and carefree son of Dionysus having an insatiable love for a good time. His very essence seemed to exude an irresistible aura of revelry, drawing people towards him like moths to a flame. While he possessed a deep appreciation for the art of fermentation and the intricacies of alcoholic beverages, his true passion lay in the pursuit of pleasure and excitement. His nights were often filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses as he hosted extravagant parties that transcended the boundaries of mortal revelry. Within the confines of those wild nights, Killian found himself entangled with a revolving cast of demi-god women, each one bearing the spark of divinity and a hunger for adventure that matched his own.

It was as if the universe conspired to place these enchanting beings in his path, their half-god lineage serving as a beacon that attracted Killian's attention. The allure of their supernatural heritage, coupled with their shared desire for a life less ordinary, forged connections that burned brightly but were often fleeting.  Killian reveled in these passionate encounters, embracing the fleeting moments of intimacy and connection. His experiences with the demi-god women were like fireworks in the night sky, exploding with intense pleasure and leaving a trail of memories that lingered long after the embers faded.

But would his encounter with Kendall be the same??? Walking onto the dance floor he was giving this person or another a smile and way. When he got to the ladies that were dancing so frangrantly to him. "Would anyone like to dance?" he said in his irish accent to the group but his eyes never once left Kendall. As they were full of desire!

Killian listened attentively to Vienna's words, her insights resonating within him. He admired her ability to offer perspective, even with her own reservations about romance. He chuckled softly at her mention of the Fates, appreciating the lightness she brought to the conversation. "Well, you never know, Vi," he replied with a playful grin. "The threads might surprise you yet. Love has a funny way of finding us when we least expect it." Killian's thoughts drifted back to his time in New Rome, a period of his life marked by indulgence and reckless abandon. It had been a time when he immersed himself in the study of alcohol techniques, honing his skills as a bartender and mixologist. The parties had been wild, the nights blurred together in a haze of intoxication and pleasure. He had reveled in the freedom of letting go, embracing the hedonistic lifestyle that came naturally to a child of Dionysus. But as he reflected on those memories, a pang of emptiness tugged at his heart. The encounters had been fleeting, the connections superficial. He had slept around without much thought, chasing the thrill of the moment rather than seeking something deeper. The pursuit of pleasure had consumed him, numbing his own emotions and leaving him disconnected from the true essence of human connection.

His gaze shifted back to Willow, his heart swelling with a mix of hope and nerves. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. "You're right," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I don't want to let fear hold me back. I want to take a chance, to show her how much she means to me. I just need to find the right moment, to gather my courage and lay it all on the line." As he spoke, Killian felt a renewed sense of purpose ignite within him. He knew that pursuing a connection with Willow wouldn't be without its challenges, but he was ready to face them head-on. He was willing to let go of his past reputation and embrace the possibility of a real and meaningful relationship. And with Vienna's support, he felt more confident than ever. With a nod of gratitude to his sister, Killian made a silent promise to himself. He would seize the opportunity, embrace the vulnerability, and show Willow that his feelings were genuine. Love was unpredictable, and the road ahead was uncertain, but he was determined to navigate it with an open heart and a willingness to let fate guide him to where he truly belonged.

Killian turned his gaze towards Vienna, his sister, grateful for the bond they shared. They had always been there for each other, their own support system amidst the chaos of their divine lineage. "You know, Vi," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and affection, "despite everything, we've got each other. Our family might be a bit... complicated, but we've always had each other's backs." He paused for a moment, a wistful smile on his lips. "Remember when we used to stay up late, talking about our dreams and the future?  I can always count on you to be there." As he spoke, memories of their shared experiences flooded his mind. From sneaking out to attend campfires under the stars, starting parties, their bond had been forged through countless adventures and mischievous moments. They had navigated the challenges of their divine heritage together, offering support and understanding when the world seemed too overwhelming.

Killian sighed, a mix of nerves and vulnerability emanating from him. He glanced down at his hands, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. "Well she has made comments here and there," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But there's just this feeling, you know? Like there's something more between us, but she's holding back. Maybe she's not ready, or maybe she's waiting for me to make a move." The man knew he had a lot going against him as Willow was not normally his type. But there was something about her that drew him in as she was a lady! But being one of the camps top playboys that always had a girl under his arm to play with was not working any favors in this sense.

He looked up at Vienna, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I guess I never saw myself as the nervous type either, but this is different. Willow... she's different." He let out a soft chuckle, the sound laced with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. Killian couldn't help but replay the image of Willow stumbling and giggling at the party. The way her eyes sparkled with mischief, her infectious laughter echoing through the night. It was endearing, seeing her let loose and enjoy herself. But at the same time, a pang of concern tugged at his heart. He remembered how he had stepped in, offering her a steadying arm and guiding her away from potential trouble. Taking care of Willow had felt natural, instinctive. He had wanted to make sure she was safe, to be there for her in that moment of vulnerability. The way she had leaned on him, trusting him to keep her from harm, had stirred something deep within him. He realized that he wanted to be the one to protect her, to be the person she could rely on. 

But as he reflected on the events of that night, doubt crept in. Would she see his actions as mere friendship, or would she understand the depth of his feelings? He wondered if he had been too subtle, too afraid to reveal the truth that lay within his heart. Taking care of her was one thing, but expressing his romantic interest was an entirely different challenge. "Have you ever felt this way Vi?"

Killian chuckled, feeling his cheeks flush even more as Vienna playfully poked fun at him. I mean she was his older sister after all and it just made sense that she would pick on him. He shook his head, a mix of embarrassment and amusement evident in his voice. "Oh, Vi, you never miss a beat, do you?" he replied, his tone tinged with fond exasperation. It was true that she did not handle her liquor at the party very well and that he indeed has to take care of her. "Yes, Willow is amazing, and I can't deny there's a connection between us. But taking that leap and making her my girlfriend... well, it's not that simple." Even just talking about it gave him the butterflies in the stomach as they call it. She had become someone so special to him that he was scared to jinx it. He glanced at Vienna, his eyes reflecting a mix of hope and uncertainty. "I want her to feel it too and I think she feels like I am just a friend at the moment" he looked to the side a wee bit sad. In the past he had been a party bad boy where he jumped from girl to girl. Making a bad rap for himself before he went off into the world a bit. Partying and sleeping around were the things he was all to good at, but Willow was different. 

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Killian listened intently to Vienna's words, a mix of curiosity and amusement dancing in his eyes. He admired his sister's carefree attitude, even as he acknowledged the wisdom in her advice. But for him he knew that had felt empty in that type of lifestyle...feeling as he was always wanting more. Something that would not just disappear or gone with an evening.  Her mention of Bacchus and the parties in New Rome made him chuckle, imagining the wild festivities that must have taken place there. "Sounds like you had a blast over there," he said, raising his eyebrows. "I can only imagine the kind of parties Bacchus throws. Maybe someday I'll make my way there and see for myself." It was always amazing to him how different his father was depending on if he was greek or roman!

He pondered Vienna's remark about something pulling her back to Camp. There was always a sense of destiny lingering in their lives, and Killian couldn't shake the feeling that their reunion was more than mere coincidence. "You're right, sis," he admitted. "There's a certain energy here, a sense of purpose that draws us back. Maybe it's fate or just a longing for connection, but I'm glad you followed that feeling. It's good to have you back in my life." He felt there was more to her being back than what she was saying. Vie was not one to leave a party scene if she could help it!!! So he was making a note to maybe take this conversation a bit further! 

Killian's heart was pounding in his chest as Willow admitted that she had missed him too. There was an honesty in her words that made him hopeful, but also afraid, afraid of the vulnerability that was required to express his feelings. Yet, there was no turning back now. He had made his decision, and he would see it through. He could only hope that his actions and words would show her that his intentions were genuine, that he truly cared for her. "Willow," he began, his voice a little shaky, "I...you've become a significant part of my days too."

Her next question took him by surprise, and he could feel his heart rate quicken even more. 'Am I what?' he wanted to ask outloud, his brows furrowing in confusion. He had listened to her song, enraptured by the melody and the emotions that seemed to pour out of it. Was there a deeper meaning he hadn't understood? He replayed the lyrics in his mind, trying to figure out what she could be asking.

Killian remembered the lyrics of her song, the depth of emotions it conveyed, the sense of longing and uncertainty. And suddenly, it clicked. He was the one she was singing about! The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. His mind raced as he struggled to find the right words to respond. He was a man of action, not words, but he knew this was not a time for hesitation. "I..." he started, his voice barely a whisper. His mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions. "Willow, if you're asking if I'm the one your song is about... someone who cares about you, who admires you, who misses you when you're not around, who worries about you... then, yes, I am." His voice was firm now, the words spoken with a sincerity that left no room for doubt. "Because that's how I feel about you, Willow. I have for a while now." Killian paused, swallowing hard. "And I'm sorry if I've made you feel like my intentions were anything but genuine." He knew his bad rap had gotten him in trouble in this situation as he wasn't the type of man who would stay but have his fun and go. His eyes starred deeply at her as he wanted to say so much more. 

Killian turned to face Willow, his eyes meeting hers with sincerity. "Willow, I understand your concerns my lady...but let me worry about that. Only the Fates know my true destiny and if I am to miss a lady tonight as I spend time with you then it will be well worth it," he said, his voice filled with determination. He wanted to assure her that she was the one he had his eyes on, and no one else would distract him. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed the chase, but with Willow, it felt different. It felt like something worth pursuing. If she wanted to be friends in this moment then DAMN well he would be a great friend! He had talked to James who told him that a great friendship is an amazing basis to go into a relationship. Not that his friends with benefits was a great example but things worked out in the end with them right?

He gestured towards the sleigh and nodded. "Yes, just to the other side of the park. We'll have a nice, peaceful ride together," he confirmed, a spark of excitement in his eyes. He climbed onto the sleigh and extended a hand towards Willow, inviting her to join him. He hoped that this sleigh ride would provide them with an opportunity to connect on a deeper level, away from the distractions and pressures of their daily lives at camp.

As Killian was lost in thought, he couldn't help but think of Willow and the kiss they shared at Christmas. The memory played in his mind like a movie, every detail so vivid, he could almost feel her lips on his. He was so lost in his thoughts, Killian almost missed the sound of a motorcycle coming up behind him. He turned just in time to see Ares, pulling up. That was when he claimed two kids then sat down....the next thing he knew other campers were getting up and smarting off to the God of War........WERE THE CRAZY???? Shocked and about to get up he then turned his head quickly as he heard his Daddy D come into this little show that could be Jerry Springer! That was when a bowl was dropped into his lap. With a shocked face he shrugged and began to eat some himself. If Daddy D was going to share then by all means he would enjoy it with this madness in front of him. 

Killian had noticed Willow's absence around camp lately and couldn't help but feel concerned. They hadn't really spoken since the kiss at Christmas, and he wondered if he had somehow messed things up between them. He knew he had strong feelings for her, but he wasn't sure how to express them or even if he should. After all, he didn't want to risk their friendship, which meant the world to him. As he walked around camp, trying to clear his head, he spotted Willow in the distance, heading towards the Amphitheater with her guitar. A mixture of relief and nervousness filled him, but he knew he couldn't keep avoiding the situation.

Taking a deep breath, Killian decided to follow Willow and confront his feelings. As he approached the Amphitheater, he hesitated for a moment, listening to the beautiful melody that Willow was playing. He couldn't help but feel his heart swell with affection for her, as the music seemed to capture the essence of everything he admired about her. Gathering his courage, Killian stepped into the Amphitheater and slowly made his way towards Willow, trying to figure out what he should say.

"Hey, Willow," Killian called out softly, not wanting to startle her. "That song you're playing... it's incredible. You never cease to amaze me with your talent." He took a seat nearby, leaving some distance between them but still close enough to show he wanted to be there. Unsure of how to broach the subject of their unresolved feelings, Killian decided to start with something more lighthearted. "I've missed your music around camp lately, you know. It's like a piece of sunshine has been missing," he said with a small smile, hoping to convey his genuine concern for her well-being without overwhelming her.

*gumbles that she says their friends so should i go for it*

*clears throat* how about me my lady?

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Killian watched Willow's smile fade as she seemed lost in thought. He wanted to say something to bring that smile back, but he couldn't quite figure out what to say. He had never been particularly good at this kind of thing with her. He cleared his throat awkwardly.  "So I need to get back to my cabin...they might need me." He stood up from the bench. Killian couldn't help but steal glances at Willow before he went. "Good day my lady" he finished saying before he was off.  He had always thought she was beautiful, but now that he was getting to know her better, he was finding himself drawn to her in other ways as well. He couldn't let himself get too attached, though. At least they could be friends and maybe there was hope for them still! 

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Killian laughed at his sister's teasing. "Yeah, yeah, you caught me. But you know me, I always root for the underdog." This was of course talking about Azzy. He was younger than his mate but he had seen the tension between azzy and shadow growing up.  He took a sip from his own drink, savoring the taste of the rich ale he had brewed earlier. "As for me, nothing much has changed. Just brewing, brewing, and more brewing. But I'm happy with how things are going. The new batch I made last week turned out really well, and I'm already thinking of new recipes to try."

He leaned back in his chair, looking around the cabin room. "It's good to be back, though. Seeing all these familiar faces, catching up with old friends... it feels like I've come home. And who knows, maybe I'll even find someone special here." he added quickly, with a smirk. "But you never know what fate has in store for us, right?" He raised his glass to his sister in return. "Here's to good company, good drinks, and whatever the future holds." But he was curious about what his sister had been up to all this time out at New Rome. "So sis, what have you been up to all this time? What brings you back?" 

As Killian listened to Willow's concerns, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang in his chest. He knew his past behavior had given her every reason to be wary of him, but he couldn't deny the way he felt about her. He wanted to prove to her that he was capable of changing, that he could be the person she needed him to be. "I promise, Willow, I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable," he reassured her, hoping his words would help ease her worries.

The sight of her soft smile and her agreement to join him on the sleigh ride made Killian's heart swell with happiness. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this excited about spending time with someone. It was as if every moment with Willow was a new adventure he couldn't wait to embark on. "Thank you, Willow. I promise you'll enjoy it," he said, his own smile mirroring hers.

As Killian led the way, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to share this experience with Willow. He was determined to make this sleigh ride memorable, hoping it would bring them closer and help Willow see that he was sincere in his feelings for her. He knew he had a long way to go to earn her trust, but he was willing to do whatever it took. As they approached the sleighs, Killian's heart raced with anticipation, excited for the chance to create new memories with Willow by his side.

Killian listened to Willow talk about her struggles with bravery and speaking up, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy. He had his own struggles with opening up and being vulnerable, and he knew how hard it could be to let others in. "I understand what you mean, Willow," he said, looking at her intently. "It can be hard to speak your mind, especially when you're worried about how others will react." Killian paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "But sometimes, it's important to take that risk. You never know what might happen if you speak up. You might just surprise yourself."

Killian saw Willow nodding thoughtfully, so he continued. "I know it can be scary, but maybe we can work on it together. You don't have to do it alone, Willow." Killian reached out and gently took Willow's hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

As they sat there in silence, Killian could feel a shift between them. He didn't know what it was exactly, but he felt like they were moving towards something deeper than friendship. He wasn't sure if Willow felt it too, but he was willing to take things slow and see where it went. "So," he said, breaking the silence. "What do you say we make a deal? You work on being more brave, and I'll work on being more open. And in the meantime, we can hang out more and get to know each other better." Killian smiled, hoping his offer would be well received. He was showing a side of himself he rarely did; vulnerability. As they sat there on the porch, Killian felt like they were on the brink of something new and exciting.

Killian was doing great as had been hanging with Vienna more and more. It was great having his older sister back as he tried to be around his family more. The bonfire was something he always looked forward to as he went with the cabin towards the place where the music was happening. With a jolly smile on his face he knew that he would want to dance when he got there as it seemed like a go happen place. When they arrived he noticed that wee Octavia was dancing in the middle which he clapped along with the music James had been playing. Getting out there himself, he was dancing around the bonfire which made him laugh more than ever. Then stopping he applauded the music when it came to an end. 

Killian had always looked up to Viv as she was so cool to him. He would ask her advice and even picked up some of her habits. Maybe some of them were not the best but he couldn't help that. It wasn't like they had a camp therapist to talk to to get advice on their parental trauma or even bad habits that help take the pain away. "Woah there sis, take it easy" he laughed as he hadn't been around her in some time. She was always one to try and keep up with that was for sure. "Ohhhhh yeah I can do that if ya wants" he said in his irish accent. A bit of pride had come over him as he stood a wee bit taller than he normally did. Well the gossip was one that was flying around camp.

"Welllllllll I guess it all started when a lot of us came back to camp, like Lilythe.....then Azrael showed up........" stroking his beard he was thinking about when all that happened. "At first it was awkward as their last encounter was not the best but they seemed to patch things up and it was good." Thinking to right before captured the flag "Then Shadow showed up saying he wanted to be just friends.....VIV" he said a bit strongly "I don't know if that is true." It was too much to go into all that happened in Capture the flag, it was like old times once again as the boys seemed to be getting into it all. 

Killian could see the girl did not want to take the compliment he had for her. "Ohhhh be see here" he said leaning in "When you children of Apollo sing or play or even do archery." He paused to make sure she was listening to him "You all shine like the sun" he said holding his hand out doing a motion as if the horizon was in front of him. Smiling he looked back at her "You being a child of Apollo Shine as they do when you do something you love with music."  Killian finished saying feeling happy about it hoping she would see his point. 

Killian at first felt very happy he had gotten to hear it before anyone else but then again was it about him? "Ohhhhh that sounds like good topic to write about then. Having first hand knowledge" he said still hoping it wasn't about him. Killian had fooled around a number of women over the years but was never really serious. But then she went on to say something else about herself "Well it takes time to do that, I have a feeling if you felt strong enough about a person you would give them the one two" he said doing a punch in the air. Happy he got to be there with her, he didn't want to over do his stay. "What else you got planned today Miss Willow? I don't want to keep you from it all. " 

Killian was feeling a bit confused as how to even begin with this situation. He had been having feelings for Willow he had never had before so it was in a whole new ball game he did not know how to even handle! "I mean" he said stumbling over his words "I don't say that about ALLL girls" he said taking a drink as he did not know what else to do. He did have a bad reputation and now it was coming to kick him in the butt. When the one girl he was starting to truly care about did not even take his kindness well as she was truly suspicious. But as he tried to get her to slow down as she had never been one a drinker or two knowledge of how it can go badly wrong. 

"That makes it even more dangerous" he said trying to get her to see reason which was not going all too well. Looking at Azrael he looked at his friend hoping he would either cut the alcohol or even make it a wee bit lighter on the alcohol side. But the man was quick to talk Lilythe out on the dance floor leaving Shadow to deal with the request. This was not good, not good at all!!! "Well maybe your the one showing up" he said joking with her back. "I mean they say once you notice someone or something it ends up being everywhere like a car" he said knowing in fact that wasn't true...he was showing up more. Looking for her and asking to be around her more. "Oh friends yeah that would be nice" he said feeling his insides hurting a little. He wanted to be more than friends but maybe he would get her to see that over time.