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PERSEUS HAYDEN XAVIER-LEHNSHERR breakfast food enthusiast / fuck-up / mutant & proud A Pyrrhic victory (/ᴘɪʀɪᴋ/ (🔈) PIRR-ik) is a victory that inflicts such a devastating toll on the victor that it is tantamount to defeat. Someone who wins a Pyrrhic victory has been victorious in some way, though the heavy toll negates a true sense of achievement or profit.

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My Name’s Simon. For the most part my life is totally normal. I have a family that I actually like, and there’s my friends. We do everything friends do. We drink way too much iced coffee, while gorging on carbs, so I’m just like you. Except I have one huge ass secret… nobody knows I’m gay. I’m done living in a world where I don’t get to be who I am. I deserve a great love story, and I want someone to share it with. Disclaimer, this is about to get romantic as F.

Love, Simon (2018) Dir. Greg Berlanti

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❝ eleanor summers ! ❞

While Eleanor will not admit it, she found the power outage the perfect time to get herself a cat. Hence why the blonde originally snuck out of the academy and into town. Though, Eleanor wasn’t expecting to run into anyone from the academy so soon.

Being dressed in her normal sweater and bright skirt combo didn’t exactly help hide her. But then again neither did the heels she always wore. “Hmm, yeah. Pretty dark.” Scanning over the male in front of her Eleanor vaugely recognized him, though it was hard to tell in the dark. “Depends…Are you from the academy?”

to get a cat ? that was not a thought process percy would ever lead to. maybe: a power outage would be a great time to let all the dogs out of a kennel. or: a power outage would be a great time to see a film. it was safe to say, he and eleanor were rather different people, just from the area of cats vs dogs alone. ( and not even dabbling in their motives ! )

the first thing he noticed about her was how much she stood out against the dark background. the second thing he noticed was her hair. ❝ that’s a keen observation, miss, i must say, ❞ he replied, voice pompous and full of laughter. he was more mocking himself than her. ❝ why— why would i tell you if you won’t tell me ? i mean— i am from the academy, but, like, what if you’re an ax murderer ? ❞

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❝ matilda jones ! ❞

          despite the circumstances, matty couldn’t help but chuckle at his attempt to sound cool. she had to give him props for trying, so she didn’t tease him about it ─  this time. from the way he spoke, she figured he was just nervous and had good reason to be.  and yet she couldn’t resist one little comment.

          “ you think you’re a second year? do you not go to your               classes much?”

       there was just something about the boy that matty found amusing to no end. he didn’t seem like he was out to do some shady shit, but then again he could be pretty good at putting on an act. either way matty was sure she could take him if she needed to.  she thought that about nearly everybody though. overly confident in her ability to survive and win in a fight.

          hand extended, matty took note of his full name. she recognized the two last names at least so that was reassuring. matty kept her eyes locked on his still just to be safe.

         “ you can relax, i’m not in the killing mode. besides this is                 a new hoodie and blood takes forever to get out. matty jones.                 nice to meet you, perseus.”

perseus was quite well acquainted with people laughing at him ( whether maliciously or not ). people, in general, see him as a bit of a funny guy, and he was quite all right with it. he thinks it’s a combination of his oversharing and his syntax and his hair ( don’t question him ). but when he spoke and he said the most random shit that came to his head with little to no thought, it somehow usually wound up being a bit comical. and plus, his general phrases ‘ exhibit a: what’s up, boo ? ‘ were almost always on the just-not-quite irony side of things. ❝ no, i mean, i just don’t think about these things, you know ? i don’t, like, sit in my room going, ‘ you’re a second year in year second in your second year. ‘ so sometimes i forget for a minute. god, i go to all my classes. my dad would have my ass if i didn’t. ❞ and even though he’d rather not admit it to anyone ever in any manner, percy quite enjoyed school.

matty, quite frankly, unsettled percy. while true, unsettling him was not a difficult thing to do ( he was a bit more superstitious than the usual ). but she just seemed cool and confident and generally more competent than he could imagine being. she just seemed generally abler than he was; like she could use a butterfly knife, and knew the capital of peru ( lima ), and could recite all fifty american states. and that all piled together was unsettling to him. ❝ so you do have a killing mode ! noted & cataloged. oh, don’t be daft, blood is simple to get out. if it’s still wet, use cold water. if it’s dry, use toothpaste ! ❞ while this was easy percy knowledge, he was ignorant to the fact that a general on the street person might not know as much. ❝ matty jones, what a fun name ! nice to meet you too, but please, jeez, call my percy. perseus makes me sound so intense, you know ? ❞ he flashed her a wide grin.

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❝ oh, that’s cool, ❞ percy replies, quick as ever. if he’s being one hundred honest ( he is not ), shield is a bit of mystery in his eyes. it’s united states security and something along those lines, he is sure, but besides that, it’s all shrouded under a cool building with a glass ceiling ( percy had once visited it with his dads when he was quite little before it was destroyed ). ❝ romanoff… that’s quite familiar, are you a professor ? i’m, uh, percy. but if we’re bein’ official i’m perseus hayden xavier-lehnsherr, nice to meet you, ma’am. ❞

he was halfway through an eye roll when he realized she was with shield and could totally kill him, and wound up staring daftly at the dark sky for a few short seconds before responding. ❝ but i’ve nothing else to do, you know ? and i’ve been, like, trained for this stuff. it’d make sense not to help. ❞ percy ran a hand through his hair, staring at her and looking a bit akin to a lost puppy. ❝ dang, that’s intense. personal experience or something ? ❞

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❝ elara song ! ❞

It’s fear that makes her stare at him like he must be mad. Fighting clothes. How she abohers those words with a pitiful passion. But it is not without reason. Her growing years were full of those clothes and the will to fight, anger and frowns and combat boots, dark hair that was too long and the ability to create chaos from thin air. Percy, she is determined, will not live a life anything like her own ever was. “No.” She stubbornly replies. The somewhat tall elara song pulls herself up straight, chin back, as well as shoulders and an easy set frown on her face in reply. It’s the sort of frown that used to make people cower once upon a time. Her tone of voice is the sort that made people do things when she was younger. Nowadays their effectiveness she knows nothing of.

“You’re not fighting. Don’t be insane Percy. You’re seventeen years old, and your powers leave something to be desiered in their ability to do more than passively affect others.” Her tone is heavy with dismissal, and it comes off too harsh. Too cruel. Elara, yet, cannot bring herself to care more than a penny about the tone of her voice. If he doesn’t die here and today, that would be enough in her opinion.

Elara tosses back her hair, and continues to stand pin straight, before breaking down his questions in a business tone of voice. “I’m afraid I haven’t seen anything nor anyone. As for your fighting clothes, you still won’t be fighting, and if you were to pick out fighting clothes then… well these just leave something to be absolutely desiered.” She gave an impassive, nervous laugh, and smoothed down the front of her dark coloured frock with a short look into the darkless hall. “We should move soon.”

the sudden change in atmosphere leaves him breathless. perseus stares right back at her, looking confused and much more broken than he would like. he doesn’t understand what happened, what made her turn from hugging him to speaking in that tone of voice he can’t stand. she sounds like a counselor when she speaks to him and he wants to cover his ears and turn in the opposite direction, speak out in incoherent shouts: la la la la la la, i can’t hear you ! but instead, he does nothing but stares at her, eyes alight in some akin to horror. he stumbles back despite himself, trying to somewhat distance himself from elara. everything she said was something he would only have some sick dream about, the kind of things a small voice always whispered into his ear even if he begged it not to. it’s the kind of voice that demands attention or agreement or at least some kind of reaction. a reaction he could give, and so that’s what he did.

❝ god, elara—fuck off, will you ? ❞ perseus was confused about whether he was going to be angry or upset. he had thought he had a cage on what he felt, but then he began to speak and very suddenly he was furious. ❝ i’m not you. i’m not going to get—fucking—my leg all messed up in the midst of some stupid revolution. and i’m sorry i can’t, like, ‘impassively affect others’ but i’d rather healing and shifting than being a goddamn catalyst. ❞ he huffs at her, brings his hood back upon his head from where it fell as she had practically tackled him with that hug. 

her tone of voice continues to grate on him as she speaks like this is a matter of simple business. he takes even more steps back until between them is a yard of space. ❝ i think you forgot: i can do whatever in the hell i want. you’re not even my sister ! and as for my lackluster fighting clothes, they’re going to walk away now. ❞ he gave a laugh back in return, but instead of impassive, it was more of an angry bark. perseus stared as elara as he began to back away slowly and in the direction of the woods, scanning her for a reaction.

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What did you wish to become when you were little?

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I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via wordsnquotes)

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❝ jack lang ! ❞

Jackson simply rolled his eyes once he realized what Perseus was talking about, and while it was a subject that he had spent quite a lot of time thinking about, he wasn’t quite sure he felt he needed answers. “Most families have to set the table,” he responded with a roll of eyes, certainly that was true for his family, considering none of them possessed any telekinetic abilities. “Our dinner’s are usually fairly tame,” he responded with a shrug, it wasn’t necessarily true but when it came to using powers at the dinner table, the Lang family was usually fairly normal. 

perseus pouted at the other’s lackluster response, rolled over on the bed towards him and batted his eyelashes in a most likely insane-looking way, ❝ is that really all there is ? setting the table manually ? what’s next—no dishwashers ? do they—❞ he suddenly stopped talking, gasped dramatically and covered his mouth with his palm. ❝ oh, my god, jack... am i privileged ? holy shit ! jack, i’m annoying and privileged. jack, jack ! you’ve had dinner with my family. are we, like, annoying ? oh, my god, do you like my dads ? jack ! ❞

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❝ matilda jones ! ❞ 

          hoodie, black jeans and doc marten boots was matty’s go to ass kicking outfit. she never saw the appeal of needing a super hero costume. sure her uncle matt and uncle danny wore them, but they were also showoffs in her mind. she preferred to stick to her parents’ approach and where comfortable street clothes when saving the day. (not that she had actually ever saved the day like they did. just little things here and there.)

           so when she saw another hooded figure hanging out near the school, matty wasn’t too on edge. she thought it was suspcious yes, but someone might think the same of her. only one way to find out, right?

            luckily they spoke up first, making it easier for matty to figure out how to go about making conversation. snorting at his words, matty shoved her hands into her pockets and walked closer.

           “ ‘sup? there’s a chance that i am. what about you?                     yeah it’s a little crazy. didn’t expect the whole city to                     go out too.”

he did, in fact, have a superhero costume in his closet. just not one he would ever admit to owning or wear in public. it was a product of his younger self’s fascination with everything yellow and spandex. perseus blames it on little kid whims and fantasies and his adhd, which was bad now but was absolutely grievous during his primary school years. he’d really blame it on anything he could, and would deny it ever happened had his dads not have photo albums of proof against him. ( god he has got to burn that when he gets back to the academy. ) 

which accumulates to black athletic clothes. ❝ what’s up, boo ? ❞ he stutters out, sounding a lot less cool than what he was hoping for. ❝ yeah, i’m from the academy. the second year, i think. yeah, i mean. not think. i am. ❞ the boy cleared his throat a bit too loudly, shuffled around on his feet for the lack of nothing better to do. ❝ i didn’t expect the power to go out at all. i mean, this is the city of angles—i mean, angels. ❞

perseus wraps his hands around himself, hiking up his hoodie in the process and probably looking a tad indecent. he smiles a bit crookedly towards the other, looking a lot more powerful than he has ever been. she could probably whoop his ass, and he was quite all right with it. ❝ i hope you’re not here to kill me, or anything. that’d suck. i’m perseus, though ! perseus hayden xavier-lehnsherr. ❞

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❝ jack lang ! ❞

Rather than waste his words responding to his friend, Jackson stayed silent, shaking his head in response to the question. He’d talk once he felt it was necessary, but for the time being- he was enjoying being silent. He furrowed his eyebrows together, lifting his head ever so slightly so he was able to study his friend, a puzzled expression appearing on his face. What was he talking about? “What don’t you get?” he finally asked, pushing himself into a sitting position, his eyes fixed on his friend. 

he isn’t quite sure how he and jack wound up being friends. they’re quite different when it all comes down to it, and yet they make it work. ❝ like, it all, bro. i mean, what’s it like to have dinner without someone floating the utensils to sets ? do they... do it themselves ? i need answers, jacky boy. ❞ perseus pauses, takes a deep breath and gazes over at his friend. ❝ tell me, are papa and mama pym like this, too ? ❞

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❝  kimiko dean-minoru ! ❞

          once she got over the fact that she should probably get out and do something, kimi found it much easier to stick to the outskirts of the academy. being inside around all of those panicking people made her fidgety and nervous. she didn’t like it and knew that it would end up overwhelming her more than allowing her to use her powers to help.

          everything was fine until she noticed a figure in dark clothes handing around near her. there was just something about the fact that she couldn’t see their face that made kimi nervous. it didn’t help that everyone else being on edge made her on edge.

          her plan had just observe from afar like she always did. keep her distance and only approach if they started to do something that made them look sketchier. and then they called out to her. she didn’t recognize the voice, but his words struck her as odd. so he was someone from the academy? or looking for people from it. slowly kimi focused on using her powers to illuminate the area. she just needed to get a good look at his face, just to be safe.

                “ i am. sure, i guess it’s pretty wild. are you from the academy too?”

perseus pushed back his hood with both hands, trying daftly to make his hair look like a bit less of a mess. he squinted at the figure in front of him, not quite recognizing whoever it was but maybe that was just the dark working it’s magic. he was trying to scale how likely it would be that the other was an ax murdererer—with his luck at least sixty percent. but he also couldn’t deny how sketchy he looked in return; ( formerly ) hooded boy who stutters a bit too much and is trying to sneak out of school during a blackout.

oh, he is in some deep shit, is he not ? despite this, he plows through. ❝ yup, i am ! ❞ he says cheerfully. ❝ well, i guess i’m... technically from xavier’s ( ya’ know, for gifted youngsters ) ? because i was, like, adopted into the school, but... since i was sixteen i went here. so, short answer: yes. ❞ that long exposition that could have been cured by a one-word answer is the exact reason as to why percy has a bit of trouble making friends.

percy scratched the back of his head, bit his lips a bit awkwardly, unsure about how to continue. ❝ are you from the academy, too ? oh... fuck, i already asked that, didn’t i ? oh, man, i totally did. ❞ he had this horrible habit of talking unedited while nervous. well, he did, in fact, talk a lot all the time, but when nervous it was a lot worse to the point of it being practically ridiculous. he hopes she has a sense of humor. ❝ sorry, i... talk a lot. my sister says it’s cute, but i doubt it ? i’m perseus xavier-lehnsherr. wanna... go fight crime in the city or something ? sorry, is that a weird thing to say ? ❞

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elara’s head was screaming at the rest of her. telling her to run, to explode, to destroy everything that would get in her way. a survival instinct left over from years of war, and her head spun and she inched, unsteadly forward, trying her best to maintain calm. it had been years since she’d actually fought, and back then she had had two fully functioning legs, not one working and one not working leg.

she was hoping to find a familiar face throughout all of this. not her sister, granted, that might’ve been friendly, but it certianly wasn’t wanted. but she wanted to find someone, anyone that she knew. elara paused at the familiar voice, wishing she had some sort of flashlight on her, before realising who it was, and rushing forward.

“ percy. oh dear lord. ” she replied, hugging the younger boy. elara didn’t feel connected to percy. not in the way she’d been connected to alessia or devon all those years ago. not the way jake and penelope, imogen and ian had made up her family. but she felt protective of him. the xavier-lehnsherrs had taken her in, and therefor it was her job to make sure that she could do them this much, and keep their child alive. “ are you alright ?? ” she breathed softly. “ are you hurt ?? and why are you dressed in those dreary clothes. ” 

to say perseus would have expected to have found elara of all people was a blatant lie. the list of people he would likely see was quite statistically long, including a slew of teacher’s whos reports he didn’t turn in and the girl he went to pre-k with. elara was just about dead last. it was some kind of luck that he could see the raven-haired girl standing right there. well, standing right there before she came rushing towards him. he was still half sure she hated him or something like that. that doesn’t mean he hated her, though, and still wrapped his arms around her just as well. ❝ elara, ❞ he said, sounding excited and confused and thoroughly whiplashed. ❝ elara, hey. ❞

and he’s suddenly so glad it’s her and not a slew of teacher’s whos reports he didn’t turn in or the girl he went to pre-k with. and maybe a bit guilty too for how he was acting earlier. nevertheless, he hugs her a bit too tightly before letting go again, breathing a bit heavier than before. he lets his arms hang limply at his sides, staring down at elara because even if she is older, she’s quite a bit shorter. ❝ i—i’m fine. totally fine, no injuries that didn’t heal on the way here or anything. ❞

he raked his eyes over her, scanning for any injuries he could see. ❝ are you okay ? did you—see anything—or ? ❞ perseus really hadn’t seen or done anything since the power had gone out, just threw on some clothes and kept his head down as he tried to exit as quick as possible. ❝ oh, well, i don’t have any non-embarrassing crime fighting clothes... so black workout gear it is. wait—dreary ? i like this hoodie. have you seen anyone ? jayce—or ?❞

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slavyanskaya-ten:

Blackouts were always the perfect time for people to get up to no good, and it was for this reason that Natasha had found herself, along with a few of her fellow agents, keeping watch over the school grounds. With no security cameras functioning, it was more important than ever that they knew exactly who was coming and going from the academy in order to ensure the safety of the students. 

For the most part, it seemed quiet, but one or two students seemed to be taking it upon themselves to try and slip away and head into the city to help the civilians there. Natasha had already sent several back to their dorms, and as she saw another figure heading away from the building, she inwardly sighed at the thought of having the same conversation. Not being a fan of shouting, she remained silent as she approached, only speaking when at last she had neared the student enough for him to register that she was there, albeit unable to see her face owing to the darkness. 

“Yes, although right now I’m here in another capacity.” SHIELD agent, not teacher. “But I’m more interested to know what you’re doing out here, when you should be in your room.”

percy is almost positive he has seen her before somewhere, but he can’t quite place it in a way that makes his skin crawl. he thought about it while staring blankly at her for a few long moments. he ran down mental lines and lists until he narrowed it down to one of three categories: one of his dad’s friends, a faculty member, or a public figure. and still he couldn’t quite bring a name to his tongue; it was annoying. ( especially since he was so darn recognizable, or at least he’s always thought, as a staple of his house & ‘ that boy with the deep-set eyes. ’ )

❝ cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, ❞ percy says until it turns into a low mumble. ❝ um, what capacity though ? i feel like... i should know that before i, like, pay attention to what you’re saying, you know ? ❞ this, he knew, was not that smart of a thing he could possibly say. the other woman, redheaded & powerful, looked like she could squash him like a bug. and if she did turn out to be someone in power, she could tell his dads that he was rude, and he’d be majorly fucked.

perseus can’t help but have an entire moment where he berates himself as he realizes his pants do not, in fact, have pockets and he has exactly nowhere to put his hands in some casual fidgetting. he instead wraps his hands around the back of his neck, tilts back his head as he stares at her. ❝ oh, well, you see, i’m not in my room because there’s no wifi ? so i can’t use my mac, and my ds was, like, dead. also, this whole situation is fucked and i’m not gonna just sit back while chaos lays on the city ! what the heck, dude ? ❞

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four years of red: favorite lyrics 

State of Grace

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perseus wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, though he’d rather not admit it. he imagined he should find his parents, or his siblings, or friends, or, hell, even elara, but he isn’t prone to listening to the rational voice inside his head. that’s how he wound up here, on the outskirts of the academy.

he must look a bit sketchy, he thinks. in a black cropped hoodie, ripped black pants, and white & black adidas, he almost blends into the darkness of the city. ( he thinks these are what could classify as evil-fighting clothes, but the line is really blurry. )

as he walks away from school he mulls this over, trying to avoid making too much noise and swearing when he does. and that’s when he sees a silhouette. ❝ uh, hey ? ❞ he says, voice some altered piece he doesn’t like. ❝ are you, um, from the academy ... ? wow, dark, huh ? wild. ❞