Be Careful Making Wishes In The Dark [Logan & Felix]

The clouds roared with displeasure as they herded through the black night's sky at a snail's pace, lightning cracking with a frequency that even the dullest of demigods could tell Zeus was angry at someone, somewhere. And Logan had a good idea at who it was.

With a spiteful scowl, he snapped out both arms towards the sky, sticking both middle fingers into the air with a grin, and hearing a thunderous bellow in return, that nearly shook the ground beneath his feet. He scoffed and jammed his hands into his pockets, whipping out a phone and checking the messages. Nada. He'd sent Felix a message of his return. Said that he'd seen enough of Kronos' "ideal world" which was nothing but more suffering and demigods being treated even worse than they had in alliance with their godly parents. Some of it was true--he'd gone through hell and back for Kronos, and had a lot of spilled blood on his hands. But it was also more rewarding--all the snuffing and sticking he could possibly imagine, and the missions took him all around the world. He'd gone raving in Belgium, house partying on the coast of France, and gone parading through China with his crew on their off (and on) time. It was work and play, and at least Kronos kept him occupied. The gods offered nothing, and expected allegiance in return.

Originally, Kronos had something of a difficult time infiltrating Logan's spacey wanderlust mind, but now his creeds were drilled in for the long run. And Logan had grown around these thoughts, into what anyone who knew him from the past would consider to be a new person. Not that he actually saw any of his old friends--most of them were dead or he'd completely burned the bridges coast to coast. The few that remained had followed him into the clutches of darkness.

Logan wiped back his soaked bangs, running fingers through the tangles in a feeble attempt to return the gold and violet streaks to their former fauxhawked glory, but it didn't do anything good. He didn't exactly imagine it would, but it was something to do with his hands, he mused. And it made standing around, waiting for an old... friend less awkward.

Sometimes Logan still wondered about Felix. If he had survived the last year and a half that Logan had been gone, and if he was content with himself. Logan was, though battered and bruised from the hard labor and struggles he faced working against the gods. He was covered in scrapes and bruises, still recovering from a sprained wrist and black eye, he was alright. Happy, even, with his path. Nowadays it was just Logan and his drugs, and the single-serving friends he made on the job. Come for the night, leave in the morning. Two or three, different faces every day. It kept Logan satisfied enough. And the ecstasy made his troubles disappear, if only for a few hours.

He'd also been working out, on top of all the activity he got slaughtering demigods and dancing the nights away. Logan was bigger than before, taller by two inches and, he didn't mean to brag, but pretty ripped too. The last time he and Felix had met up, the duo had locked into a potentially lethal fight. Felix had just about out-maneuvered Logan, too, but last minute Logan managed to escape on the back of a manticore and flee into the forest unnoticed by anyone else, during the burning destruction of various cabins and tents.

Otherwise, had he been seen, to return would be suicide. But it was just Felix that he had to convince of his rebirth as a demigod under the allegiance of his father. It was Felix he had to manipulate. And that, well, at one point it would've hurt. But time heals everything, and the love was nothing more than a cheap trick, and a scar from the past. As Felix had used Logan for his body, Logan would use Felix. Keep him as an excuse. Keep him as protection for the duration of his latest mission.

For now, it was just a matter of lying to get back into Camp Half Blood.

ooc// SORRY IT'S 6:30AM I RAMBLED A LOT AND IT'S PROBABLY ALL OVER THE PLACE I'M GOMEN