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I decided to make Patroclus' blog into a sideblog because it's a lot more easier to maintain

[agentathena-archive]

Athena gave the boy a deadpan look. Fully aware that she was probably, in fact, not fine at all. More so mentally rather than physically, but no one needed to know that. It was really none of their business. And plus, it was a lot better to just keep things to herself now, with all the lingering doubts she had. ❝ Okay, first of all, I wasn’t unconscious. I was fighting that. That’s what the pain medication was for. And second, I really am fine. Honestly, it’s nothing to fret about. It’s not like I’m dead or anything. Though, I honestly don’t see the big deal about death, it’s not all that frightening. ❞

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus gave her a look, one that was basically screams are you serious? Really though, he shouldn’t have been so surprised. He and Athena might not be all that close, but if one thing was obvious about the girl, it would be how stubborn she gets most of the times. “I fail to see the difference,” he stated matter of factly. “Either way, you were pretty close to dying and you really couldn’t function, at all. So no, unless the doctor gave you a green light, you really should rest again now.”

[queenofolympxs-blog]

The smell of smoke was compelling; granted, it hadn’t been that long since she’d been choking on it herself, burning her lungs to ash as Olympus crumbled around her in an inferno. Her throat still ached, but her brain was telling her otherwise. Anything to get her mind off what had happened and was going to appear on the other side of her eyelids for the next few weeks ( so long sleep, she bitterly told herself ). 

She found the face to the source, sprawled on one of the rather uncomfortable couches. Hera didn’t speak, just sat down in the lounge chair opposite and letting her feet touch the floor. Hands resting in her lap, she shrugged slightly. “Actually, I wasn’t going to tell you to quit. Wouldn’t mind if you had another one you that you were willing to share, though.”

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus felt the weight beside him on the sofa, but said nothing. If he was to be completely honest, he’d rather have no one bothering him right now. He just needed to find his peace and calm by himself. A company might actually get him talking, about the explosion, about losing his home. But he said nothing. He had no right after all, it was a public space. Every single agent was free to hang around here, and while he can be quite a bit of an asshole sometimes, he wasn’t going to be one right now after the hell they had all been through.

It wasn’t until the girl spoke up though that he finally turned to face her. With an eyebrow raised, he examined her for a while before finally nodding. “Yeah sure. I bought a pack after we got here,” he said, taking out his pack of cigarette and handed it to the woman, along with the lighter.

[agentloki-blog1]

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Book smarts OR Street smarts

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Brave OR Foolhardy

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[agentmoirai-blog]

It was haunting, the thought of double agents walking in their midst. And the realisation that they’d been with her for days, months, and years without her knowing about it was enough to send Moirai out onto the balcony for a breath of fresh air. But as the agent crossed through the doorway, her view of the starry London skies wasn’t shrouded in the solitude she’d hoped for. And yet, it wasn’t quite enough to make her turn away.

Approaching the figure, Moirai didn’t even hesitate to contemplate stopping as his icy words cut through her like glass. Instead, the agent kept going until she was standing next to him, forming an expression that mirrored his.

“I wasn’t going to,” she said simply, raising her brows at him before turning towards the skyline and resting her elbows on the edge.

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus silently took another drag before he looked over to the woman who joined him. She seemed to be having a lot of thoughts in her head right now, and considering everything that had happened, he wasn’t so surprise. After all, ICHOR took their home, turned it to dust and ashes, and they took their friends away in the worst way possible. They were either lying in the ruins, lifeless. Or, they turned their backs on them, joining the exact same people who was out to destroy Olympus – to destroy them. It was hard for Patroclus, who had only been there for five months. He couldn’t possibly imagine how wrecked all the agents who had been together for five years.

Still though, Patroclus wasn’t one to put his heart on his sleeve, he wouldn’t reveal his feelings to people he didn’t trust. And after the recent event, it was hard to trust anyone in this building. He didn’t feel like he had any rights to pry on the older woman and her whirlwind of emotions either. Patroclus took another drag and puffed out the smoke from his system. Maybe it was best for them to just sit in silence. 

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“ i’m not going to tell you to stop, instead —- ” pandora sat down next to him, crossed one leg over the other, and without a warning, she grabbed his smoke and took a drag herself. god, when was the last time she did that ?? probably ten years ago when she smoked because she wanted to win a stupid dare. usually the blonde n e v e r did this kind of stuff —– the only burden she had to carry was her alcohol problem. but right now she NEEDED this. it calmed her down, and that was the only thing that mattered right now. “ fuck, that was good. ”

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

When the girl spoke, Patroclus opened his eyes and glanced at the girl, an eyebrow raised as she spoke. He had a suspicion of what she wanted to do, and sadly before he could ask for confirmation, she gave him one by snatching the the smoke from his hand and took a drag. He glared sharply, clearly not appreciating the action. “You could have asked nicely for a new one, I still have a goddamn box.”

[onthatslither]

[luke-mirage-deactivated20180618]

“Shhh. What has mom said about indoor voices when she’s hungover?” Esme groaned, not even bothering to look up from her spot on the floor in the hallway. She knew she was a terrible person at the moment- drinking away as other people were being stitched up or taken care of. But she didn’t care. Some of her friends were dead and others were traitors. She wanted desperately to rewind the clock to before any of this happened, but since that was impossible, drinking till she forgot was her next best bet.

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus was surprised to find the other woman drinking already. Well, okay maybe not surprise, seeing as drinking is probably one of her favorite activities, apparently. He was more bewildered that at times like this, right after she just got back to safety after facing a near-death experience. Though he supposed, that was one of the best times for alcohol. Not that he particularly care right now, since he was still more relieved that the woman was okay. “Sorry, I’m just glad you made it,” he said, a lot more quietly now. "Are you alright?”

[p0thos]

“Dude, I am craving a milkshake right now – like I’d actually consider killing for one” Pothos was unaware that in his current situation eating solid foods would be off the table for a while. “You’ve just become the first on my list.” 

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus smirked at the guy’s response and shook his head. “Glad to know that man,” he retorted. “You can have all the milkshake you want, but for now just rest, alright?”

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

HEADCANON #1

Patroclus is, as a matter of fact, a huge meme trash. Back in his old life, he got quite a lot of free times in his hands when he got no jobs to do, thanks to homeschooling, So he has plenty of time to hang around the internet, update his twitter and tumblr and other social media he has, checking 9Gag all the time. Even up until now, that he’s supposedly a ~super dangerous Agents~ he still keeps up on the latest meme and would sometimes make a reference of it in real life. People look at him weirdly sometimes but Patroclus doesn’t really give a fuck: he just loves all the memes.

[princessmacaria-blog]

Macaria gave him her lighter and scoot closer so he wouldn’t have to lean too much forward to help her. “Thank you,” she said once he successfully lit her cigarette. “Rough night, huh?”

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Wordlessly, Patroclus switch the lighter on. Once the smoke was lit, he handed it back to her with a nod and took another drag. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

[princessmacaria-blog]

Macaria looked up from her zippo and unlit cigarette and sighed in despair. “I’m obviously not trying to stop you,” she rolled her eyes and held both hands up. “I’m just trying to lit one up, but my hands are still shaky.”

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus opened his eyes and glanced at the girl, just staring at her in silence for a while before he finally sighed. “Here, let me help,” he finally offered, extending his hand to ask for the lighter.

[p0thos]

High off of morphine and delusional as fuck, Pothos couldn’t stop giggling at the events he remember from before he was shot in the stomach. Having heard whispered rumors about the betrayers he responded loudly “fuck off, Ody is a saint” he was in much denial. 

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus wasn’t even sure if he was feeling more bewildered or sad by the guy’s hallucination. “Fuck, dude. How much morphine did they give them to you,” he murmured before he sighed. “Saints don’t go around getting themselves into caught in custody. So no, I don’t think he is.”

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

(( @esmeandromeda ))

When they finally landed in their new safehouse – London, England, he was told hours ago – Patroclus immediately jumped to his feet made his way to the exit. He was one of the few people to stepped out of the aircraft and into the hangar. And yet, in a matter of seconds the place was already busy and packed with crowds, his fellow agents helping out the wounded and wandering around looking for the people they care for. Patroclus was one of the latter, as selfish as it sounded. But he didn’t care, he needed to find both Alce and Andromeda, at least to know that they’re alive and well. It took a while, but when he finally spotted the brunette, he jogged towards her and called her as loud as he could. “Andi!”

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

The last time he smoked was on the eve of his 18th birthday. Not that he smoked a lot before that. To him, it was more like a release for whenever he was feeling stressed out or anxious. Yes, he knew what you’re probably thinking. Smokes can kill you, it causes cancer, yadda yadda yadda. He was many things, but uneducated wasn’t one of them. But he couldn’t help it. Something about having nicotine in his system was just soothing and calming, and he could think clearer. And after what had happened less than 24 hours ago, he was having a hard time to sleep. He wasn’t a stranger to shooting, he had a couple of unfortunate experience with them back on his old job, before he came to Olympus. But compared to what he just faced, it was nothing. They weren’t filled with horrified screams, puddles and splatters of blood, the loud gunshots and ricocheting bullets – it didn’t feel like WAR. 

All alone in the rec room of the safehouse, their new and temporary home, Patroclus sat on one of the couches. Taking a drag on his smoke, he closed his eyes and rest his head on the couch. He was expelling the smoke slowly when he heard the footsteps. He didn’t move though, didn’t say much except for a warning. “If you’re  going to tell me to stop now, don’t even bother.”

[archivedblogposts]

Guys like that need to be reminded that power shifts. And as soon as I get the chance, I’m going to shift it right up that whack job’s ass.

[nogreenring-blog]

             It was weird being back in England—– how long has it been?       Nine maybe ten years since she had been there permanently. Surely,      London was a tourist site but now it was their home. Yay. “Well at least      the view’s brilliant.”

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus smiled wryly. “Yeah, it is,” he agreed with a light nod. “There’s a reason why I consider it one of the best places I’ve visited.”

[agentathena-archive]

Athena woke up with a start. Everything was groggy, she figured that she must’ve been on such a high dosage of morphine. Palioxis had gotten her some pain killers during the flight there, but it could only do so much. The events that happened prior to their landing at the Olympus safehouse in London were still replaying in her head. She glanced down at her abdomen to find that it’d been bandaged and the bloody mess that was there before, lessened. Athena let out a sigh, anger was still simmering beneath her calm demeanor. The hushed whispers about the double agents circulated, and she felt herself smirking. She really shouldn’t trust people so easily. ❝ Well… ❞ she said with a start as she tried to get up. ❝ Can’t say I’m not surprised at all about the turn of events. And the more important question is, how long do I have to be bedridden because this,  ❞ she said, pointing to her injury. ❝ Wasn’t really much, I’m fine. ❞   

[agentpatroclxs-blog]

Patroclus wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do after he arrived at the safehouse. They were given the chance to pick their own room, which would usually have him running like a lil kid and pick the room with the best view. But with what had happened previously, Patroclus felt way too drained physically and emotionally that he just chose the nearest available room and jumped on the mattress to get some rest. It was impossible, he couldn’t get rid the chaotic scene, the gunshot ringing in his ears. Eventually, he gave up and stood up again to head to the infirmary. He decided that, at least if he couldn’t help, he could be productive and help people somehow. As he walked through the girl, he saw a girl trying to sit up from her bed. He groaned at the sight. “So lying unconscious on a flight across the Atlantic is your definition of fine?”