sword fighting -- caletian

When the alarm clock went off in Sebastian Williams’ room, he snarled at it and hit it hard with his fist, effectively silencing it and knocking a few gears out of it. Six o’clock was too early to even think about getting up, and so the boy turned over and went back to sleep. There was something important he needed to do today, somewhere he needed to be at an exact time because he’d promised someone that he would, but his brain was foggy with sleep to function. Fey could hardly remember last night, only the bright strobe lights of a dance floor and drinks in his hand until early in the morning. Had he been partying again? It seemed so, because usually the demigod didn’t feel nearly this sluggish unless he’d used up all his energy previously. Well, he was always sluggish, but still, this was a new low for him. After a couple of seconds trying to focus on the very important thing he had to do today, Sebastian gave up because honestly who cared anyways and went back to sleep, forming a dream in his mind. He was home with his mother, six years old and happy. Fey thought it was christmas, because there were holiday songs coming from the kitchen and snow swirling outside and a nice sweet smell coming from the oven. Even though the demigod was controlling this dream, it felt real to him because it was a memory. His mom was making sugar cookies for his class because they were having a christmas party tomorrow. Sebastian was going to decorate the cookies himself and put a heart on the biggest one for the girl he had a crush on. 

But then everything was pulled away and Sebastian was awake again lying in drool on his pillow. He figured that was what woke him up. “Gross.” He muttered, wiping his face as he looked at the clock. It read 7:00. The demigod shrugged and flipped over his pillow, about to go back to sleep again because seven was still too early when you had a raging hangover like he did when he remembered the thing he had to do today. Training with Cale. “Shit.” Sebastian whispered sitting in his bed in shock. The severity of his mistake hadn’t yet hit him. “SHIT!” He yelled, jumping out of bed and shoving clothes on, not caring if they matched or not. Fey ran out the door, hopping on one foot while he got his shoes on. “Shit shit shit shit shit freaking shit. God damn it Williams you freaking moron what the hell is wrong with you?” He sprinted as fast as he could to the arena cursing himself. As expected, Cale was already there and Fey slowed down enough so that he wasn’t panting like a dog when he reached him.

“I’m not… late.” Despite slowing down, Sebastian still needed to catch his breath. He ran his hands through his hair, thankful that the suns rays weren’t strong enough to cause light sensitivity and an even worse headache. “You’re just… really early. Goddamn… overachiever.” Fey stopped talking until he got his breath back, and with his breath came alertness and strength, as if his muscles and ADHD knew what would be happening in just a few moments. Both of the boys needed to train, so they were going to face each other in a sort of duel. “To be fair my alarm clock is broken, so it’s a miracle I even woke up at all.” Fey smirked at Cale for the first time that morning, and he was positively certain that more were to follow, as was per custom of all their meetings. Smirking and laughing and joking. “Uh huh, in your dreams buddy.” Sebastian grabbed his weapon of choice - a broadsword - and stood opposite of Cale ready to begin.

As it was still seven in the morning, Fey was still a bit sleepy, despite the vigorous morning jog he had just moments ago. That was the problem with him, he was a lazy slob who only did things for his own benefit and he knew it too. He knew Cale was disappointed in him for being late, and Sebastian cared. Cale was one of the few people that he liked and wanted to be liked back, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually show that he cared. That would have gone against all that he stood for, which wasn’t much, but it was something. “I’m not making excuses, my alarm clock really did break.” Sebastian said, reverting to his five year old self. If he was a couple of feet shorter, there wouldn’t have been a difference between kid Fey and teenager Fey. They both had the light brown bed head look and the same blue eyes. “Oh see yeah, only an overachiever would actually run at six in the morning.” Sebastian ran his hands through his hair, trying to decide if he was going to lie to Cale or tell the truth. He’d already lied to the boy about his name, and about his actual feelings for him, and so it wouldn’t be hard to do. But Cale already looked pissed at him for being late, and so Fey decided to tell the truth. “Okay fine. I went out to a party last night and got wasted to the point where I passed out, okay? You can’t really control what time you wake up when you have a goddamn hangover.” 

Sebastian was glad that he had skipped breakfast because he felt a little sick. Sure, he had had hangovers before and the feeling of throwing up wasn’t anything new to the boy. The rush of battle would probably make him throw up anyways, because his stomach was already in knots of all shapes and sizes. He looked at Cale, who looked angry at him, and the demigod couldn’t blame him. It was usually always Fey’s fault that something happened. “I’m sorry I’m late.” His apology was sincere, and his stature went from egotistical jerk to a kicked puppy. Sebastian stood further away from Cale, knowing that the boy, if he really was pissed, wash’t going to go easy on him.

The demigod snorted as Cale boasted of how he would win. “The only thing you will win is a spot on the losers bracket, Cale.” Fey actually did have a losers bracket up in his room. Every time he faced somebody and won, he’d write down the date and who he had gone up against. So far he’d won seven battles and lost three, but after this morning it would be 8  to 3. Sebastian nodded at Cale to hurry up already. When the sword came near his torso, Fey jumped back and didn’t get hit. He smiled triumphantly. “What was that about you beating me?” He stepped foreword to cut Cale’s shoulder.