[Syllanna & orangenovia55]
Alexandrios, better known by the nickname of Alex, yawned as the sun began it's descent down the skies. He hugged his white coat closer to him and breathed short breaths of the crisp fall air. His golden scarf hung snugly around his neck, highlighting the dark blue shirt he wore underneath it. His jeans were well worn and his boots were meant to ensure a firm grasp on the ground. A golden chain fell from his pocket where he kept his pocket watch. He always knew the time of day, because he could track the sun's movement across the sky, but the watch was his only gift from the divine father he rarely met and held something infinitely more precious than just the time. He brushed the shaggy red hair from his green eyes and it fell right back across his bronzed olive skin. Already he could feel the snowfall coming, though it wouldn't arrive for a few days yet. It's not that he was particularly attuned to the weather, he had simply learned to read the same signs that any mortal could to predict snowfall.
In fact, most of Alex's magic resided in things generally considered useless to his warrior-like cousins, the children of Ares. Like music and charismatic influence over mortal minds. Oh, they enjoyed the benefits of his healing magic when they came back from practice with swords piercing their limbs, but other than that they ignored him. He didn't mind so much because he always had friends in the daughters and sons of Aphrodite, the Huntresses of Artemis and the wily messengers of Hermes. He liked to be alone when he composed though and that was his favorite thing in the world to do. Especially since he'd gotten the guitar he'd asked for last Christmas.
The approach of the holiday seasons was why he was out and about today, sneaking away from camp on Friday night when they weren't allowed to leave unsupervised. He'd had to lull some guardian peacocks to sleep and they'd no doubt rat him out when they woke, but for now he figured he had a few hours of peace time. Alex intended to get full use of the peace time by spending all the money he had tucked into his coat on presents for his mortal mother and friends. He breathed some warm air on his hands as he opened the door to a brightly lit cafe, intending to buy some hot chocolate with cinammon sprinkled on top. Though the woman behind the counter would probably look at him funny for the special request, she'd forgive him for his beauty and no doubt spend the rest of the day swooning about him.