HERE HE IS, THE SON OF A GODDESS, STANDING IN FRONT OF A MORMON. the demigod is polite though-- he hangs on to every word out of arnold’s mouth, listening intently before daring to speak. he’s all about PEACE & LOVE, but he is also all about making his MOTHER proud. he knows what’s right, & this isn’t it. “ i’m sorry,” he says, after a moment. “ i’m not a religious person. ” unless all of those sacrifices and prayers count ? it wasn’t as if he could go around telling mortals about that though. it might get him sent to a loony hospital.
it’s an early saturday morning. his dad is still at work. TOM & JERRY is still playing in the distance. the teen was still draped in pajamas. his pants are colorful swirls of tye-dye with hints of orange that match his faded CAMP HALF-BLOOD shirt. he sleeps in it some nights to remind himself that it’s all real.
“ it’s really never been my forte. sorry, man. hey-- i can offer you some dry cereal for the road though ? we have.. lots. “ maybe it was a demeter-spawn thing, but sam LOVED his cereal. by now, his dad has learned to keep it around. his current favorite is the raisin bran with chunks of oats.
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