Hello and welcome all to ohlympns! This is an independent, private, and selective Percy Jackson and the Olympians & The Heroes of Olympus multi muse. I’ll be combining sources from the books and my own headcanons. Please see any information about this blog down below. Rules will be under the cut. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to message me! I promise I am very friendly!
AJ. She/her. 25.
muses. interest tracker. promo. headcanons. leo.
ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴠᴇꜱ, ꜱᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Rules to follow! I'll keep it simple:
Mun: My name's AJ! I love characters, love talking about them all the time. I love to read and write. I mostly read horror, and recently found it's actually a favorite genre of mine. I'm a nerd, a dork, hella shy, and would love to be your friend!
Please be kind and respectful! If there are any issues with me, please come to me in an appropriate manner. I don't bite, I promise. We all know we can't read each other's minds!
The Gods and Goddesses. As someone who is a devotee to one of the Greek Gods, I may have a different approach with how the children interact with their parents. I'll try to balance canon and how I view it.
Muses. As it goes, my primary muses are ones I probably will have most muse for, and will be my go to muses for starter calls or unspecified memes (but pretty please specify muse). Primary & Secondary muses can shift position or be removed depending on interaction. I may add muses as I see fit in the future. I will make any posts indicating any updates.
NS.FW. Will not be present on this blog. Even though my main verses are post the book events when all of them are a little older.
Shipping. I love to ship. I'm opened to it as long as we both are good with it, and talk about our muses to see if they click.
Annabeth, Nico, Clarisse, Frank: They will be hinted to be in a relationship with their significant others, however that doesn't mean I will automatically ship with their significant others unless a partner wants to or if I'm shipping with another character.
Piper: Same thing applies somewhat but with Jason. However, the time during TMOA my Piper won't be in a relationship with Jason unless my partner wants them to be.
Leo: I don't ship Leo and Calypso, so he won't be in a relationship with her.
Controversial characters. Totally down to write with any type of character. I won't limit myself. If this bothers you, please do not follow.
Triggers. I'll tag what I can/remember. I will NOT write with drunk muses. This doesn't need to be tagged for your threads, I just don't want to deal with it one-on-one.
Formatting. If there is anything about my formatting for writing that bothers you, please feel free to message me. I'll be happy to change it for our threads.
OCs/Fandoms. Totally chill with OCs, just have some type of an about page. I can try and fit my muses into anything, and will follow blogs I can see working (even if I don't know the fandom).
Be patient! I have a full time job and a few other blogs I hop on. I usually go with the flow, see what muse I have. Plus please be aware that I struggle with depression. Some Days are good and others not so much.
OOC. I love to chat ooc. Through IMs or discord. Whatever works for you. Although, discord is only open to mutuals.
Icons. I don't use icons as of right now since I'm slow at getting FCs. However, if I ever find FCs I like to make icons- just know we don't HAVE to use them. That being said, if you use icons feel free to use them as you wish.
Movies & Show. I'm opened to discussing a way to flow them together since I base most of my blog around the books. Don't feel as though you can't approach me!
Leo had learned one consistency among the Apollo kids: They were insanely observant. If you caught one staring at you like you were the next thing on the menu, you didn’t need to be too concerned, because the “menu” was just “I know you’re hiding injuries from me, and I’m going to find out.” Okay, maybe a little concerned— the frustration and disappointment that spurred from that were pretty uncomfortable to face—but, see, Kayla’s gaze practically cutting into him in those few moments didn’t make him squirm as much since he knew she wasn’t actually about to stab him. (Like plenty of other girls had wanted to do and would want to do in the future; he had that effect on people, what could he say?)
She kept an eye on him. He was sorely tempted to give her a little fright just by faking a flinch as he shifted his position but had the decency to decide that was too mean. And when a real laugh pealed out of her, Leo was extra glad he hadn’t done anything to stop that. It was nice, he noted in passing, probably a touch more thrilled by landing a joke than he should’ve been. He was just as much more shocked by Kayla making herself cozy beside him than he should’ve been, too. Lots of surprises today: Leo ought to get blasted into the sky more often.
“Hey, the guy’s famous for a reason. I’ve been trying to kick him off his pedestal for ages,” he said, most likely leaning into that joke too much, now. Just Leo things. “You right, though. You right.” (Insert the sagely nods.) “Maybe Festus will be my Pikachu in the ultimate showdown; that sucker doesn’t lose anything.” But he shrugged, almost as if his body was telling him, Okay, broski. Time to move on, and cocked his head thoughtfully at Kayla’s promise.
—a promise that brought a wicked grin to his lips. “Noted. And just to return the favor, I’ll let him know you already checked me out,” Leo asserted, only to hastily correct himself with, “—over. Checked me over. He doesn’t need to know about anything else.” And as a dude who just loved playing with fire (sometimes literally), he made sure to include a quick wink in there. “Already taken care of, yeah? Maybe that’ll keep him from breaking out the big nag energy. The ol’ BNE.” No one said that, but he was going to make it a thing for sure, now.
If the way Kayla addressed him next was any indication, apparently Leo Valdez was successful at making things . . . Things (capitalized). She got a snicker out of him, and something about that sound actually helped him ignore that his ears felt a bit hotter than before. It was the mention of a secondary bad boy that finally brought his attention back to what he was actually doing before a girl started fussing over him. He glanced sidelong, snorted at the series of offended clicks the dragon let out.
“No idea what you mean. Festus is the best boy. The goodest boy,” he contested, loudly and deliberately so the subject would hear. Then, Leo leaned in to whisper conspiratorially to Kayla, “Seriously, call him a ‘good boy.’ He loves that. Less fire spouted. Less tragedy. You get it.” He wrinkled his nose playfully as he pulled back and actually considered her question. “Uhh, I’m guessing ‘routine maintenance’ wouldn’t be convincing?” Leo scratched his cheek. “You know how Festus can just casually become a suitcase like it’s no big? No? Probably not—? Well, he can, but I was thinking the other day: Why not find a way to turn him into some other ‘normal’ things when we need to blend in, y’know? I mean, the Mist can only do so much, and I can’t always just have a truck with me, so I figured— Hey, why not?”
MANY OF THE APOLLO KIDS HAD SOME IDEA OF HOW to tend to wounds just as some have an idea how to shoot an arrow. She landed on the other half, knowing a little more about shooting a target spot on. Kayla also believed that all of them had a sense of rhythm whether they admitted it or not. She was one of those that wouldn’t admit it.
KAYLA OFFERED A BRIGHTER SMILE AT HIS WORDS. HE WAS funny, a nice breath of fresh air. They needed more of that around here after all the wars they’ve been in. Kayla missed the jokes, the lightness of just kids learning about their other half. Of course, it only meant sooner or later danger would step into their lives. Naive thinking on her end she guessed.
TO SUM UP HER THOUGHTS IN SHORT, SHE FOUND SHE really enjoyed being in his presence.
FRECKLED NOSE SCRUNCHED WITH A SMALL SNORT OF AMUSEMENT WHILE one hand waved him off playfully. Her gaze drifted to the bronze dragon that made odd clicks in response to her voice. Kayla leaned forward so both arms could rest on her knees. In her cheerful manner she didn’t think that her words could have been taken the wrong way by Festus. Still, she didn’t panic, she only kept a warm smile in the dragon’s direction. Though another string of chuckles left her as soon as Leo whispered to her, “ I mean... ” she started, her voice raised just enough for Festus to hear, “ You’re the best boy anyone could ask for! How about I come visit you more often, huh? Just some checkups to let you know who’s the goodest boy around is! ”
WITH THAT, THE DAUGHTER OF APOLLO LOOKED BACK TO LEO. She moved so that she could sit cross legged now, her body shifted so she could speak with her fellow demi-god, “ A suitcase? ” A brow arched as she thought about that big guy turning into a suitcase, “ Hm. I mean that makes sense. I am curious what he can turn into. Like… does he have a size limit? Would a suitcase size be the smallest he can go? If so, why not a backpack? It would be easier to transport with him like that, ” her eyes gleamed at the idea, “ Have you tested if he has a size limit? ”
More than nearly any other Olympian, Ares was granted freedom to roam as he pleased. His fingers itched to clutch the handles of his bike always, the same way his knuckles ached to split over someone's face when he went too long without a fair fight. That didn't mean though, that he was given his freedom to be with his children as much as he would have liked ; every single one of them was precious to him, all of them under his fierce and unending protection. Protection from afar though, he glanced at his daughter's ankle, was still rarely close enough.
Clarisse though . . . She was his baby. His first in so long that had made him truly proud. More than just proud of his brood for being his and alive and warriors. Clarisse always wrote to him on Tuesdays, and each Wednesday the old war dog read it as carefully as a goddess of wisdom might examine an old specimen. Mars cared for them less – the letters, but even when his attention was split, the letter was still always safely tucked away when he reemerged.
Both parts of him loved his children. Neither were as good at showing it as they wished they could be. In part that was Zeus' fault, in part his own. He would lay with a mortal he found fiercesome, or brave, or courageous, and find his own pup wandering the world sometime later.
Dark eyes, just a little like hers, wrinkled at the corners and he barked a rumbling laugh. His head shook on instinct and he turned his gaze out to the horizon, ready, always, just in case. His mouth twitched into a small smile, ' no need for the formalities here kiddo, just us old war dogs let loose in the training yard, huh ? '
He would always regret that she was as much a soldier as he was, not because he believed he was wrong about how outdated the pantheon was, but rather because he saw how different the camp was, how changed it had become. The God rummaged through the pockets of his leather jacket to find the small packet of ambrosia he carried special for his demigods ( only his, he wasn't in the habit of holding shit for some other guys brats ).
SHE DID HATE THE REPRESENTATION THAT OTHERS HELD FOR HER father. It annoyed her, made her furious even, but she tried her hardest to hold her tongue. No one could understand, no one could see that he was far different than what they took him as. Since when did people start to take things at face value? That the surface level of someone was the truth? Why did her siblings get treated like dirt? Then again she never really helped the case.
CLARISSE SHIFTED HER WEIGHT AWAY FROM HER INJURED ANKLE AS she looked at her father. Again, she instantly felt at ease with his strong presence, and she felt her smile become genuine, “ Yeah, of course, ” her brown eyes were rather gentle before she averted her gaze to the training arena that surrounded them, “ Agreed. ”
HER EYES WERE BRIGHT WITH A CHILDISH WONDER AS SHE turned her gaze back to Ares. Despite her strong physique and her hard exterior, she turned into a young girl within his proximity, “ Oh! Dad, I— ” she started as she saw the ambrosia he pulled out, “ I’m fine. It aches from time to time, but you could save that for someone else who needs it more. ”
A SOLDIER. A WARRIOR. A LEADER. IT WAS WHAT SHE liked to think herself as. A good one, of course. However, she was more than sure that others would pin her as something else. Could she blame them? It was just the way they could comprehend someone who didn’t freeze when faced with danger.
Ethan spoke lowly, doing his best to press down on his own wound. “I was being sarcastic. I actually think I just got… really lucky.”
Distantly, in fuzzy flashes at the back of his mind, he recalled the shape of a card appearing randomly in his palm, the way it gave off a bright emerald shimmer even in the light of day, the flutter of the corners in the intense wind whizzing past his ears, and then– a cushion. A slow descent, a warm tingle across his skin, and the comforting call of sleep.
He shot back to reality as he was lifted for the bandaging process, and though it spread sharp, white-hot pain through his center, he only allowed himself a few obvious winces. This guy was doing him a favor; it would be rude to protest too much.
“I don’t think I know you, do I?” The son of Nemesis asked, squinting through his mildly blurred vision to try and confirm whether or not this guy was familiar. “I must have… left before you arrived, or… or maybe we just never ran into each other.”
Ethan complied with everything this healer was doing– right up until he told Ethan that he needed to move him.
To an enemy encampment.
Ethan shoved weakly at the other demigod’s hands, protesting as much as he was able to. “You really don’t wanna bring me around your side of the battlefield, and, frankly, I refuse to go. I don’t want anything to do with Camp Half-Blood right now, and I would bet everything on the feeling being mutual. You wanna start more fighting? Bringing my face around your wounded is a one-way ticket to that. I put some of those people there.”
AUSTIN WATCHED AS THE OTHER DEMI-GOD FELL BACK INTO MEMORY. He can see it in his eyes, and Austin swore he felt his stomach drop as if he was falling. Was that what happened to him? Did he fall from a building or something? Probably after he got that wound. The son of Apollo scrunched his nose as he placed a hand on his own side— like the pain was just a phantom of his own. It must have been a child of Apollo thing. He wasn’t so sure. He was still sort of new at this thing.
HIS CHOCOLATE EYES WERE HARD YET HIS FACE WAS GENTLE. Austin kept his hold on the injured. He was a patient whether he liked it or not, and Austin was going to make sure he got through it. This injury was horrible. He couldn’t possibly go back to… wherever he was going when help was just in the distance, “ You’d be surprised. I don’t care right now what side you were on. You are a person who needs help otherwise you’ll die. ” His voice broke the silence with the mighty heat of his father.
AGAIN, HE TRIED TO POSITION THE OTHER SO HE WOULD be supported by his body, “ I think we all just need to breathe. I don’t have to take you back to our camp. I can keep you somewhere safe, and then I can go grab some supplies. You need immediate help. You won’t be able to make it on your own. After I get you patched up, you get some rest, then we can talk about what you wanna do, okay? If you wanna go your separate way, then I’ll let you. I’ll go mine. ”
AUSTIN IGNORED HIS COMMENT. HE DIDN’T KNOW THIS MAN PERSONALLY, and he was probably right that they just missed each other too. Yet he was certain that a white flag needed to be hung. There are wounded— near death patients on both sides that need to be tended to. Austin would bet that many under Kronos’ banner didn’t have medical care like camp did. They retreated, probably went into hiding, dysfunctional at best. Austin knew that he was this guy’s best bet at seeing another day.
HIS EYES LIFTED TO THEIR SURROUNDING AREA. HE INSTANTLY NOTED a construction sight of an almost finished building. An empty spot, “ C’mon, let me help you. ” It was poised as a question, but his tone made it clear that it wasn’t.
You know how, universally, demigods had this sort of resilience that no one else could really understand? Like, try talking to some Regular Joe about his day at the office, then proudly explain how your own day went that involved barely ducking death about five separate times—as much self-inflicted stupidity as it was inflicted by monsters. Guys like Joe just didn’t get it. This was normal. But, knowing that jerk Joe, he’d probably either stare at you like you’re crazy or be absolutely mortified, as if avoiding a hungry cyclops wasn’t as ordinary as his dumb job. (The audacity.)
Well, the Leo VersionTM of “ordinary day” consisted of at least one explosion.
So when someone reacted to it in a similar manner to Regular Joe (all the fuss, all the hullabaloo, as no one, not even the kids, say), Leo found himself just as bewildered for the exact wrong reason. Or maybe it was a concussion. Could swing either way, honestly; he was pretty sure he suffered more of those than he ever admitted, which was basically a sin with the Apollo kids. And, hey! Check it out! Here’s one right now.
He didn’t really . . . know her. (Hardly an insult, by the way. No matter how long he’d slummed around camp, Leo still stuck to himself and didn’t necessarily make a huge effort to befriend everyone.) But, a couple of marks in the “My brain is at least mostly okay after that” column, he remembered the name “Kayla.” And if he’d had any lingering doubts on what cabin she belonged to, a hand suddenly pressing to his forehead, then moving to help him up really sealed the deal.
No cute girls just went out of their way to dote on him like this.
(Was it just in the veins of the Apollo kids to “Mom” everyone in some contest to see who won a mug at the end of the season?)
“I’m good, I’m good.” Leo didn’t really wave her off; he just decided he better interrupt her before she started whipping out some gross vitamins or something. Frankly, it was a little cute that she was as worried about his health as she was her own clear tendency to be overbearing. He could get behind that kind of self-awareness. “Totally on purpose. Just wanted to see how big of an electric shock a guy needs to fly . . . y’know. Normal stuff. Bill Nye wishes he had this.”
The offering of water, though? Hydration? Coach Hedge would’ve been so proud at how quickly he took her up on that. As long as she didn’t ask him to do any push-ups to earn that water, they were golden. “I’ve had worse landings,” Leo said in his efforts to keep reassuring her, complete with a grin that actually wasn’t forced. (And that wasn’t sarcastic, either.) “Thanks. Just . . . don’t mention this to Will at any point in the near or far future, okay? Dude’s scary when he finds out what I’ve been up to.”
HONESTLY, SHE KNEW SHE HAD OVERRATED. THIS WAS A CHILD of Hephaestus. They were built to withstand such outbursts from mechanics and whatnot, right? But even so, that didn’t mean she couldn’t worry. Anyone can be hurt despite how good they are at what they do. Even Apollo kids could get injured during archery or when they tried to put their medical practices to use. Besides, her other father always liked to be safe rather than sorry.
BABY BLUE EYES WATCHED HIM LIKE A HAWK. SHE NEEDED to be sure he was fine like he brushed off to be. No matter what he said, a doctor's words trumped anything. Health and safety were important, and the Apollo kids won’t hesitate to enforce that if need be. However, it appeared that Leo was actually fine. Still that fall, the thud as his body hit the ground, made her wary, “ ‘Bill Nye wishes he had this’? ” Kayle let out another laugh, “ I’m sure you’re right. He doesn’t have the guts to stand in front of a bronze dragon. ” The daughter of Apollo made herself comfortable, plopping down in the grass next to him. Kayla once again brushed green tipped orange hair back behind her ear. She then continued to place her earbuds in her satchel before she leaned back in her palms, and looked over at him.
IF HE WON’T TAKE A BREATHER THEN SHE WILL MAKE him. Kayla was much better about it. Will would be a stubborn doctor, but she would be the relaxed one. This also helped her make new friends too, “ Hey, I won’t say nothin’, but somehow he always finds out if someone hurt themselves. I mean, the way you fell down? I’m sure he’s going to be hearing about it, ” she shrugged her shoulders, “ Just know it wouldn’t be from me. ”
A SOFT HUM VIBRATED BETWEEN HER LIPS, A GENTLE MELODY to her father to which would heal anything unseen by Leo’s fall. It was a casual approach that made sure her patients were taken care of in a way they didn’t feel suffocated by the Apollo treatment, “ True. I’m sure you had worse. I mean just in general compared to what we go through that was nothing, but sometimes that nothing can become something. It’s better to be a little on the safe side, Mister ‘Bad boy’. ”
AFTER ALL SHE SHOULD KNOW, RIGHT? KAYLA HERSELF HAD BEEN through a few battles too. She saw the carnage, she healed some of it, and she caused some to others. So far, she couldn’t shake The Battle of Manhattan if only for the reason that it had been her first major one. It still haunts her dreams, and she was sure it would never go away, “ So, what are your plans with this other bad boy? ” Her head tilted in the direction of Festus.
I developed a headcanon in which Juniper is the one who really really loves rain while Grover sort of hates getting wet because his fur is getting wet and he smells like a wet dog haha:D
but he’s still all up for that since it makes Juniper happy.
also wow I think I get obsessed with hair a little bit
SHE COULD TELL HE HELD CONTEMPT FOR HER, FOR HOW things turned out the way they did. She had caused death amongst the people and place she called home. How could she be welcomed back to it? The guilt was suffocating, and honestly it was the least she could do. She could carry that guilt, hold on to it, let it fester inside of her for as long as she was able to live. Silena knew it was a very small price compared to the very rich right of life.
HIS VOICE MADE HER WINCE EVER SO SLIGHTLY, MADE HER pull herself inward to appear smaller don’t move and he won’t see you. Percy’s words were as calm as what the sea could be, but there were always small pockets of cold undercurrents just below the surface. His voice was no different than that, and she hated the fact it was directed at her, “ ‘Okay’… ” her own voice repeated in a tremble. As if it were okay.
CLARISSE. SILENA KNEW THAT GIRL WAS A FIRECRACKER. SHE WAS loud, sudden, harsh, but could display a most beautiful picture if one got to know her. Silena was one of the lucky ones. That being said, she appreciated her care and forgiveness. The daughter of Aphrodite knew she visited, but she would always act asleep when she came. Clarisse either didn’t know, or knew and didn’t care. Again, either way Silena appreciated it, “ I know. Sometimes she will give me some sort of updates. ”
SHE KEPT HER EYE GLUED TO THE WINDOW, NOT NECESSARILY looking at anything in particular. Silena wouldn’t dare make eye contact with anyone else right now. Nor until she could fully grasp why things turned out the way they did, “ Percy, I’m sorry. ” She was a smart girl. She knew that didn’t hold anything, but she did mean it.
there he was, standing in the shadows as always.
no, not lurking. standing. and he seemed somewhat peaceful where he was, as though the darkness was a familiar, comforting sort of company.
Ari understood that. she often felt the same way when she stood among the trees.
strangely, Ari didn't fear the Mysterious Boy, despite the unsettling "company" he kept. though Leo often checked beneath her bed & inside her closet to ensure that the shadows were very, very still, something about the stranger's bravery in the darkness encouraged Ari to feel safe among them, too.
Ari calmly shuffled towards the boy, creating a trail of wildflowers. patches of them sprouted with every little step she took. soon, she was only two paces away from him, & she lifted her curious evergreen gaze to meet with his.
his eyes were devoid of the sunshine hers gleamed with. instead, it seemed as though the night itself had seeped into his entire being, darkening the parts of him that might have once bright. the very thought made Ari feel ... sad.
still, the child didn't falter. a small smile grew on her lips as she slowly offered the boy one of the many flowers she had collected only minutes ago. the rest were being cradled in her Trusty Wicker Basket.
"fff ... for mister, peas?" Ari began, her voice soft & small.
SHADOWS WERE COMFORTABLE AND SAFE BECAUSE THAT WAS FAMILIAR TO him. The cold, the sadness, the anxiety, the paranoia curled around him before shooting outwardly to anyone that dared to look in his direction. It wasn’t out of malice, but for his own protection. If he stayed alone, hiding within the darkness, then the fear of losing someone would not exist. Yet there was a deep part of his mind that yearned for someone to reach out into the darkness and pull him out. Who would be so bold as to do that? No one. No one would because they all knew secretly that’s what a son of Hades deserved.
But that wasn’t true, was it?
HE NOTED THE GIRL A WHILE AGO AS SHE WATCHED him. Nico could feel her gaze burning into his skin, and he knew she was just curious. It was whatever. He was used to gazes that lingered. However, what he didn’t expect was for her to trail in his direction. Surprise made him shift from the wall he had leaned against, and the grass below his feet stopped wilting. His eyes that were once held as dark voids seemed to come back with life when @earthssprout spoke to him, “ Uh... ” His voice sounded lost to his own ears.
NICO SEARCHED HER FACE FOR SIGNS OF FEAR OR hate, but there was none of that. It was genuine care— mutual care perhaps, “ You want to give me… a flower? ” Most plant life always rejected his touch, or even just his presence, but she wanted him to have it, “ Um, thank you, ” a ghostly trace of a smile as he took it from her gingerly, afraid that it would start to wither as soon as his fingers touched it, but it didn’t, “ Why did you want me to have it? ”
“…pretty nice guys, but you should always keep one hand on your wallet when they are around and never, under any circumstances, give them access to shaving cream.” -Percy Jackson
Ethan had never been afraid of heights, but he had the sudden, ironic feeling that that might change going forward. Womp womp.
If he’d been more conscious, he’d have started taking precautions to slow the bleeding; he might have even taken out the shard of bronze in his abdomen. As it were, he was just grateful that he hadn’t become a traitorous stain on the pavement for his mistakes; he’d done what Nemesis asked of him in the end. She must have decided it was worth keeping him around, then, though through the hazy pounding of his head, he sort of wished it was for a more sentimental reason than that.
Whatever. Ethan thought, breathing hard against the asphalt, as he struggled to stay awake. His throat was hoarse and weary– otherwise, he’d have been calling for help, not that he could manage to turn his head much to see if anyone was even nearby.
He didn’t think anyone was. The push to keep monsters out of Olympus must have been taking up everyone’s attention– it would certainly take up Kronos’s army’s attention, as they attempted the opposite. No one would be looking for a TA turncoat out here…
Except– apparently, that wasn’t true at all.
Ethan couldn’t hold back the wet yelp he let out when he felt a hand apply pressure to his stomach, and he flinched hard against the pain. But that wouldn’t be very helpful to the person currently trying to save his life, so he promptly adjusted to it, letting his head loll back onto the ground again, using the grip of his broken weapon to white-knuckle his way through. (If he was being honest, though, he wasn’t sure he even could let go of the sword right now– his muscles were tense and stiff, and he didn’t want to move at all).
“Unfortunately,” the son of Nemesis grumbled, “I am. What’s going on this side of the building? It seems so quiet…”
HE LET OUT A SOFT BREATH AS HE HEARD A voice fill the quietness of the once battlefield. A shaky breath was exhaled with a spark of joy, and the hand pressed harder as he thought of what to do. Wrap the wound? Probably, and then move him back to their small makeshift infirmary. At least there he can focus on how bad the wound was, and if he can hum a hymn to his father to heal this guy because no amount of ambrosia or nectar would help him. Well, at least, not at the start.
WITH HIS MIND SET, THE SON OF APOLLO CLENCHED HIS teeth, and set to work, “ Unfortunately? ” He shook his head as he took the man’s hand to replace his own for the pressure, “ You got someone lookin’ out for you. ” His voice was low, almost a soft song as he worked. Chocolate hues glanced around the immediate area for anything to use. It was just dirt, glass, rubble, and what appeared to be some type of cloth. It might have been a curtain prior to the battle. It didn’t matter right now. Austin needed it to help this demigod.
HE IGNORED THE STICKY SENSATION THE OTHER’S BLOOD ON HIS hands, and yanked the curtain from where it was nestled, “ On the other side? ” Hm, he must have been a part of the Titan Army, “ Uh, I'm not sure if I’m totally honest. I’ve been setting traps, and healing when I can. I haven’t focused on much of the battle, but I know it has come to an end, ” Austin made quick work of wrapping the wound, even finding the extra strength to slightly lift the other to get it fully around him with a small ‘sorry’. Austin pulled tight, but not an uncomfortable tightness, but enough to stop the blood flow.
Help me, dad…
ONCE AUSTIN FELT SATISFIED WITH HIS WORK, HE MOVED TO grip one of the wounded man’s arm, and another hand on his shoulder, “ I’m going to need you to walk, okay? Lean on me as much as you need, but I need to move you into a more secured area. Take a deep breath, and when you’re ready… I will help guide you up, okay? ”
