𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐍.

-ˏˋ 𝗛͟𝗘͟𝗥͟𝗢͟ ⠀ ϟ ⠀𝗦͟𝗢͟𝗡. ˊˎ- ⠀

[seabraind]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍ⵑ ⌇ independent   &&.   highly   selective   portrayal   of   PERCY JACKSON from percy jackson &&. the olympians series.

i cannot think of the deep sea without 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 at the nameless things that may at this very moment be 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 and 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 on its slimy bed, worshiping their ancient stone idols and carving their own 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 likenesses on submarine obelisks of water-soaked granite. i dream of a day when they may rise above the billows to drag down in their reeking talons the remnants of puny, war-exhausted mankind—of a day when the 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐊, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐌.

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multiship muse established in 2016 by harrow; muse has an established timeline that drifts from canon, but can fit neatly in book or show canon upon request. writer is new to tumblr, but has been role - playing since 2011 on different platforms. writer is above the age of 25; muse is age flexible, but only above 18, as the writer is not comfortable writing a minor. please read carrd rules before following.

feel free to reach out to me ooc to plot - or to form connections. i have severe anxiety, autism &&. adhd, but i will do my best to be friendly and reply when i have a free moment.

follows will always come from @harrowshideout.

[seabraind]

okayyy i'm kinda back so uh. like this if you'd like a random one sentence starter sent your way

[harrowshideout]

not dead just going through the motions atm. will be trying to do replies later this week.

[fairycosmos]

i really don’t have the time to be the way i am

[eviefyres]

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[aurora-rph]

Dragon Age 2 Starter Sentences

And they say drinking never solves anything.

I don't know why I'm telling you this. Sometimes it feels like you're the only person I can trust.

I have already failed where it mattered most.

You always were a heartbreaker.

Do I look like the leader of this merry band of misfits?

I'm sorry. I feel like such a fool. All I wanted was to be happy… just for a little while. Forgive me.

When in doubt, run away, and let me handle it.

I should have known better than to let you get so close.

If we had a rock to push uphill, this would perfectly sum up my life.

Is that all you do? Dwell on the negative?

I just wish this wasn't necessary.

You betrayed me!

You sound like you're about to ask for a loan.

Anything could happen. You'll protect them, though. It's what you do.

Come on, haven't you ever wanted to slap me? Just a little?

Are you going to hold that over me forever?

It feels like something is ending, doesn't it?

We do a lot of walking, don't we?

Does this stuff have side effects?!

We stand upon the precipice of change.

Don't worry. Helping people and killing people are what I'm best at.

Now, this needs to be convincing. And you'll need to get creative—call me names, even hit me.

I am getting truly sick of looking at stalagmites. Or is it stalactites?

I was looking for someone with your… "special talents"

In about ten seconds, I'm just going to smash everything in sight.

You know I hate it when you do that.

I'm worried about you. You're enjoying this a little too much.

I will never, ever be clean again.

It's too late! The images are already in my mind and they will never, ever go away!

Don't wave that around! I mean… thank you for returning this perfectly harmless item to me.

Well, if that's what you're planning, perhaps I should join you after all.

What aren't you telling me?

It'll be nice to have the law on my side for a change.

Don't be silly. A dowry would only matter if you were courting him.

Is it like you thought? It's nice, isn't it? He seems nice.

[shesnows]

aurelia actually has the good grace to look (and feel) startled. she has never much cared for the impact of her words and actions upon others and in fact, has always assumed that her actions and words are always off-putting to others. it is a fact of nature, just as natural as the sky is blue and the grass is green. her aloof iciness is the only legacy of her mother's that feels natural to her. others may recoil or turn on their heel to place distance between themselves and her but so what? its never bothered her.

and yet...here is this infuriating son of poseidon saying that he actually doesn't mind her frigid mannerisms. that in of itself could be enough to surprise her but, always so seemingly bent on confounding her, he goes a step further and claims that he actually seems to like the lack of reverence she speaks with. it's never mattered to her what others think of her nature so she should feel indifferent at this confession and yet she feels...something. a confused (giddy) flutter in the stomach. a frisson of exhilaration down her spine. it shouldn't matter. it really shouldn't matter.

it matters.

❝ i just treat you normally.❞ it's not like she's ever given him special treatment. no. yes, she's somehow permitted him to weasel his way into his life but still she doggedly refuses to concede that there are moments that she lingers longer in conversations than she would otherwise, that her lips sometimes almost curl into a smile. ❝ you may find the candor a breath of fresh air now but i've been told it tends to wear thin after awhile.❞ her own family, her own flesh and blood, even find her demeanor mystifying, her cold detachment unnerving and agitating. the only one who could ever empathize is the person from whom she inherited such qualities.

❝ people like you—❞ the words break off into a slow exhale as she pauses to recalibrate. ❝ you all tend to think that you can make the world a better place or whatever, change it. but i don't want to change and i won't change. people always think that they can change each other, that if they can just spend more time together, one or the other will inevitably start to smile more, laugh more, shed their more undesirable qualities. but i'm happy the way that i am and...❞ she needs to choose her words very carefully now, which is easier said than done given that she doesn't even know what it is that she wants to say. ❝ even if we spend more time together, that's not going to change. i'm probably always going to be selfish and stubborn.❞ for a moment, there's almost a smile. ❝ can you get that through your thick skull?❞

[seabraind]

PERCY  DOES,  IN  FACT,  MEAN  THE  WORDS  THAT  COME  OUT  OF  HIS  MONTH,  contrary  to  belief.  percy  jackson  may  be  known  to  be  many  things.  a  demigod,  a  son,  a  hero,  a  savior.  whatever  it  is  that  people  deem  to  be  true  about  him,  often  get  pushed  to  the  wayside  in  his  mind.  he  feels  little  reason  to  correct  opinions,  and  this  proved  true,  upon  his  first  reunion  with  aurelia.  

and  then  she  spoke  to  him,  and  suddenly,  he  felt  like  he  needed  to  clear  things  up.  he  needed  her  to  see  him  for  him,  because  there  was  something  about  her.  magnetic,  with  a  pull  that,  try  as  they  might,  he  couldn’t  get  away  from.  he  knew  she  hated  it.  knew  it  irked  her,  and  that  HE  irked  her.

but  she  doesn’t  irk  him.  she  makes  him  laugh.  keeps  him  on  his  toes.  provides  banter  in  areas  most  people  would  choose  to  disembark.  SHE  IS  A  THRILL  he  wants  to  keep  experiencing.  

“i  like  your  version  of  normal,  then,”  he  retorts,  head  shaking  as  she  keeps  talking.  he  interjects  at  points,  (an  unhelpful  ‘i’m  not  LIKE  most  people’  here,  a  “i  don’t  want  you  to  change,”  there),  until  she  finishes,  words  all  tied  up  under  a  neatly  wrapped  insult  shaped  bow.  

“i  don’t  want  you  to  smile  more.  i  don’t  want  you  to  laugh  more.  i  don’t  want  you  to  shed  a  single  goddamn  thing.  that  wouldn’t  be  YOU.  i  don’t  want  to  change  YOU,  gods!  so  what,  so  i  want  the  world  to  be  better?!  so  WHAT,  if  i  want  the  gods  to  give  a  damn?!  so  what  if  i  think  the  people  i  care  about  should  be  able  to  live  the  way  they  want,  and  not  have  to  worry  about  what  tomorrow  is  gonna  look  like.  that  doesn’t  mean  i’m  asking  you  to  suddenly  drop  the  ice  palace  and  start  shooting  rainbows  out  of  your  ass.  be  selfish.  be  stubborn.  i’m  just  asking  you  to  get  THIS  through  YOUR  THICK  SKULL:  i  like  you,  for  YOU.”

[bringthunder]

𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌?  if  jackson  is  right,  then  they’ve  got  MAYBE  four divine  helpers  on  a  good  day.  the  two  from  the  son  of  the  sea,  and  PROBABLY  ares (if verso can swing it, having heard of the two's history before)  and  hephaestus.  thanatos  certainly  isn’t  going  to  be  showing  up  to  give  either  of  them  flowers  with  how  often  they’ve  both  escaped  death  (he’s  trying  not  to  be  envious  of  the  sheer  volume  of  percy  jackson’s  near-death  experiences,  most  of  which  he’s  only  heard  about  from  rumors,  but  MAN  is  it  hard).  

while  verso  isn’t  interested  in  eating,  he  knows  better  than  to  leave  the  gods  without  SOMETHING  from  him,  lest  they  get  pissy.  if  any  of  the  pizza  is  left  at  the  end  of  the  night,  he  resolves  to  burn  some  of  it  for  the  man  in  the  forge.  hera  can  get  a  single  pepperoni  out  of  it.  it  won’t  piss  her  off,  but  the  splash  of  red  on  what  verso  assumes  to  be  an  otherwise  pristine  collection  of  grapes  and  wine  bottles  ought  to  annoy  her  sooner  or  later.  maybe  he’ll  get  lucky  and  she’ll  deign  it  a  strong  enough  offense  to  warrant  his  immediate  and  painful  death.  

maybe  she’ll  FINALLY  use  that  blasted  shirt  again.  

❝  if  you  didn’t  wanna  be  threatened,  shouldn’t  have  let  me  in,  ❞  verso  says  plainly,  as  if  this  is  the  most  obvious  fact  in  the  whole  world.  ❝  it’s  kinda  like…  y’know  that  one  saying  ??  if  you  didn’t  wanna  live  this  life,  should’ve  turned  around  in  the  womb  ??  ❞  he  pauses,  thinks,  and  shrugs  his  shoulders.  ❝  maybe  that’s  just  a  me  saying.  ❞  it  is  definitely  just  a  him  saying,  and  this  is  for  the  betterment  of  literally  everyone  involved.  apollo  would  smite  anybody  else  who  said  such  a  thing  (and  given  the  number  of  times  verso  has  been  sunburned  this  year,  he  might  already  be  trying  to  slowly  off  the  son  of  zeus  as  it  is).  

verso  makes  himself  comfortable  on  the  couch  with  all  the  grace  of  an  animal  who’s  unsure  of  how  much  space  it’s  being  allotted.  he  minds  the  distance  from  jackson,  and  once  more  tries  to  dampen  the  odor  wrapped  around  him  as  best  he  can.  a  shame  his  mother  raised  him  at  least  a  little  right.

❝  movies  would  be  GREAT,  ❞  he’s  happier  for  the  idea  of  a  distraction  than  any  real  entertainment.  that  being  said,  the  idea  of  scaring  jackson’s  neighbor  DOES  make  his  lips  curl  up  in  a  lopsided  grin.  ❝  shit,  for  real  ??  don’t  tempt  me  with  a  good  time,  jackson,  i  haven’t  gotten  to  scare  anybody  in  WEEKS.  ❞  coincidentally,  he  hasn’t  spoken  to  a  non-demigod  in  weeks.  

MAN,  he  misses  normal  people.  

[seabraind]

VERSO  IS  BANKING  on  a  lot  of  IFs,  there.  percy  may  have  a  god  or  two  on  his  side,  but  he’s  sure  that,  if  push  came  to  shove,  not  many  of  them  would  be  lining  up  the  block  to  defend  him,  his  own  father  included.  in  fact,  no  matter  what  verso’s  own  experience  with  the  god  of  war  is,  he’s  willing  to  go  to  bat  that  ares  would  be  FIRST  IN  LINE  to  rock  percy’s  shit  (if  he  was  guaranteed  a  win,  of  which  he  is  not!).the  two  of  them  are  lucky  in  their  own  dads  even  defended  them.  which  is  to  say,  the  few  gods  on  their  side  would  be  slim;  TO  NONE.  

verso  is  better  than  percy,  in  regards  to  offerings.  YES,  they  should  come  before  the  meal  has  even  touched  his  lips.  YES,  he  should,  ideally,  pray  to  his  father.  but  percy  HATES  the  few  rituals  that  the  grecians  stick  to,  and  HAVE  stuck  to,  for  years.  he  wants  to  grumble  at  the  idea  of  offering  anything  to  any  of  those  who  reign  olympus,  but  he  thinks  better  of  it,  and  at  least  deigns  self  to  save  a  slice  for  aphrodite.  hopefully,  she  likes  meat.  

“that  is  SO  not  a  saying,”  percy  grumbles,  his  face  evident  with  his  displeasure  at  almost  every  line  that  verso  throws  his  way.  he’s  glad,  silently,  that  they’re  not  forced  to  be  around  each  other  as  often  as  he  sees,  say,  thalia,  or  nico.

sometimes,  he  just  wants  to  give  that  man  a  good  noogie  and  tell  him  to  shut  up!  

“you  literally  just  open  your  mouth  and  hope  that  whatever  comes  out  doesn’t  get  your  ass  kicked,  don’t  you?”  and  coming  from  PERCY  HIMSELF?  that’s  saying  a  lot.  

instead  of  picking  a  further  fight,  percy  elects  to  stand  up,  pizza  slice  in  hand,  and  wander  over  to  his  console  station,  where  stray  DVDs  sit.  “what  kinda  movie  ya’  like?  we’re  not  scarin’  my  neighbor.  you’re  so  weird,  man.” 

[seabraind]

DYNAMIC CALL! ⌇ please like this post if you're okay with me entering your messages to discuss dynamics between our muses. this can include any verse listed on percy's carrd, or a fun new one if none of the verses fit within your own muses preferred verse. i am more than open to discuss shipping, too! please note that in my main verse, percy and annabeth are not officially together anymore.

[harrowshideout]

pls bump any replies i owe im gonna lock in later tonight to get to them. alternatively i’m gonna bump my own dynamic posts to talk more because i rly wanna wanna develop deeper bonds on thalia and percy

[madefate]

Jason thinks of the progress he's made on constructing altars across the camps and wonders, a little deliriously, what would happen to him if he decided to insult a member of the pantheon. Would Kim drown him immediately ? Or would she be delighted at his rebellion ? It's a question that Jason is absolutely fine not answering — and while it'd be easy to chalk all of this up to worry and training, there's a little wistfulness that sneaks in through the cracks.

Percy is simply larger than life. He's — Percy. Self possessed, intuitive, brave. No wonder people follow along behind him; maybe his parentage helps a little, but it's not the same. It's not some forced show of respect or schmoozing to get a favor. It's not Poseidon — it's Percy.

❝ No, ❞ he replies congenially, ❝ I figured you wouldn't. ❞ He huffs a sound that's caught somewhere between exasperation and humor. ❝ You know that the worst a god can do is more than stable duty. Not that that's the most fun thing, but like. Y'know. ❞

Jason leans back when Percy stands, ready to leave himself — but absolutely not to follow him. Instead he gives a theatrical bow and flourish as if to encourage Percy to go through with his ridiculous idea.

❝ Of course not, ❞ he says lightly. ❝ I'm more than happy to meet you at the stables. But I'm not helping you clean. ❞

[seabraind]

WHILE  JASON  THINKS  that  percy  is  larger  than  life,  percy  thinks  that  he’s  exactly  what  life  SHOULD  BE  like.  the  way  jason  can  tackle  anything,  head  on,  with  a  plan  and  a  finesse  that  percy  isn’t  sure  he’ll  ever  grasp  —  he’ll  always  find  himself  in  awe  of  the  other.  

something  about  jason  was  like  a  magnet,  that  made  you  want  to  not  only  KNOW  him,  but  be  one  of  the  lucky  few  who  get  to  say  they  can  call  themself  his  friend.  percy  counts  himself  lucky,  not  that  he’d  ever  say  that  aloud  to  jason.  he’s  sure  the  other  would  brush  it  off  in  some  way  that  only  he  could  get  away  with.  or  something  like  that!  

“not  much  a  god  can  do  to  one  of  the  few  who’s  saved  his  ass  MULTIPLE  TIMES  OVER,”  he  amends,  at  jason’s  hesitation,  “how’s  that  sound?  better?”  and  really,  he’s  still  pushing  his  luck,  but  with  the  smile  that  forms  on  his  face  as  he  stares  at  jason,  feigning  innocence,  can  you  blame  that  face?

AND  CAN  YOU  BLAME  HIM  when  he  attempts  to  loop  arms  with  jason,  and  forcibly  DRAG  THE  OTHER  to  talk  to  dionysus  with  him?  jason  can  call  it  kidnapping,  but  percy  likes  to  think  of  it  as  …  big  three  bonding! 

[seabraind]

going to finish up ethan’s account but like this tweet and i’ll send stuff to your inbox in the meanwhile!!

[bitethevessel]

ANGER — such an ugly emotion

remember to specify for multimuses!

dialogue

all this anger used to be love

is my anger louder than me?

rage keeps me warm

must everyone we love die before you give up this revenge mission?

anger was better than tears; better than grief; better than guilt

tell me where to put the anger

one day you will realize my anger is justified. one day you will feel the injustices just the same. you will be angry too.

i am violent, and bitter, and ugly inside and out

i guess i am still angry

i've polished this anger and now it's a knife

why are you still angry with me?

i'll hold on to this hate for as long as i need

you disgust me

i have so much anger, but such little room to show it

why do i feel so angry all the time

failing over and over makes you angry

why the fuck am i apologizing?

you are blind with hatred!

normalize being bitter and consumed by hatred

no one tells you if your rage builds up enough it turns you gentle

i have this rage, this anger inside of me. and it doesn't go away, even when i try really hard

what a disappointment

did i do something to offend you?

my anger is righteous. your violence was senseless

if you keep swallowing the anger back it's going to choke you

and then i just snapped

why would you do this?

i hope one day god will tell me why being angry is so much easier

rage purifies

i am still angry

you're mad at me, and i'm mad at you, when will it end?

just a cheap imitation

the dog who is so angry he cannot move. he cannot eat. he cannot sleep

i'm ready to open throats. i'm tired of being scared

anger is fuel

this isn't rage, it's too specific

anger makes you stupid. stupid gets you killed

i've never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. anger, i'm good at

i hope your anger gets you killed

non—verbal '+ reverse' to flip

[ snarl ] - sender snarls at receiver

[ punch ] - sender punches receiver

[ choke ] - sender chokes receiver

[ shrink ] - sender shrinks back in fear

[ yell ] - sender yells at receiver

[ shove ] - sender shoves receiver

[ fight ] - sender and receiver get into a physical altercation

[ stab ] - sender stabs receiver

[ glare ] - sender glares at receiver

[seabraind]

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[crownmemes]

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[polarean]

sylvain does need a hand : the surprise knocks him back, because he doesn't expect that hand to emerge from the sea as in a dream. he hasn't a weapon in his hand to fight the strange, angry creatures that come out of these southern waters sometimes, and he doesn't usual expect to find anyone else here at night, when the bonfire at camp has died and the ocean has calmed beneath the moon's gaze, the tide pressing strong upon the shoreline. his ankle smarts ---- he startled away from the figure, and tripped on a stone half - buried in the sand.

" sorry! i ---- there usually aren't people in the water, " sylvain stammers, a little wide - eyed, and no longer just because of the shock.

he'd heard the name percy before in association with water, so seeing him there, standing in the surf, is like seeing a creature from a story leap to life before him. and this, sylvain has experienced plenty. he's hoping this mythical figure is a little nicer than nanook had been. gathering himself, he finds his feet, wincing a touch as his ankle complains beneath him.

once, this would've been a real problem : he couldn't easily walk a trapline, or chop wood, or do one of the other million chores around his home, on a sprained ankle. it takes him a moment of blank dread to remember that it isn't a problem. he isn't even alone ---- he doesn't think he'd even have to walk back to camp alone, if he didn't want to. being around people makes him warm and nervous, makes his english hard to find. " i was only, um . . . not scared. jumping? jumpy? "

a limping step brings him over to a larger rock, which he sits on, as he adds, rushed, " i'm called sylvain. i have heard of you, i think. how long are you under water? i was walking and haven't seen you go in. "

[seabraind]

INSTANTLY,  PERCY’S  EYES  WIDEN,  as  he  watches  the  boy  stumble  out  of  the  surprise.  his  gaze  goes  to  that  limp,  and  lock  in  on  it.  he’s,  once  again,  reminded  that  he  has  no  ability  to  help  other  people  when  they  are  struggling  or  in  pain,  and  that  HE  is  the  reason  this  kind  stranger  is  currently  limping  to  sit  on  the  rock  that  they  land  on.  that  smile  he  has  on  his  mouth  turns  guilty,  and  he  has  enough  decency  to  murmur  “sorry,”,  as  he  lets  the  others  words  wash  over  him  like  the  low  tide.  

“you  may  wanna  prop  that  up  higher  on  the  rock.  the  high  it  is,  the  less  it’ll  swell,  and  it’ll  heal  faster.  uh,”  a  hand  lifts  up,  scratching  at  his  head,  all  the  while  he  begins  chewing  at  his  bottom  lip,  “yeah,”  he  adds  on,  lamely,  “sorry.  again.”

at  the  question,  percy  at  least  has  the  decency  to  answer  honestly,  though,  he  knows  what  it  sounds  like.  “i  was  under  here  for  a  while,”  he  admits,  almost  boyish  in  his  honesty.  “the,  uh,  the  little  guys  who  live  in  the  water  wanted  to  play  a  game,  so..”  he  shrugs,  as  if  to  say,  ‘WHAT  CAN  YA  DO?’.  he  knows,  he  knows!  he  sounds  crazy,  but  he  can’t  help  it.  

“probably  an  hour,  or  two?  i  don’t  really  need  to,  you  know.  come  up.  son  of  poseidon  things,  i  guess.  how  long  have  you  been  out  here  walking  around?  i  didn’t  see  you  at  the  campfire,  i  don’t  think.”  admittedly,  he  was  in  a  heated  debate  with  grover,  and  wasn’t  looking  around,  but  percy  soldiers  on,  “you’re  new,  here,  right?  what  cabin  are’ya  in?”

[stygicniron]

And here Nico thought there was going to be a moment of peace, but the sea doesn't like to be restrained, or something like that. Percy wouldn't know a day of rest even if he was strapped down in a chair.

But Nico should have--what, apologized?--in all the time he had to give Percy an apology in the weeks since the son of Poseidon had woken up again in Camp Jupiter? As much time as Percy seems to think Nico might have had, Nico knows most of the time Percy was with the Romans, he was in the sights of the gods, and there are precious few things that gods hate more than having their playthings messed with. Especially by a son of Hades.

Still Nico's shoulders bunch guiltily for a breath before dark eyes look up into the other demigod's sea-green gaze. "You don't anything about me, Percy. About what I felt--" But that is still getting too close to things he wasn't sure about what he felt either. "--Not all of us survive defying the gods, and I wasn't just going to leave Hazel behind."

Taking a steadying breath, Nico tries to rein in his temper even as his hands shake, the air cooling around the pair of them. "I didn't know their plan, and even when I had a guess, I didn't have a way to stop it." Swallowing for a beat, a slice of damnation cuts through his chest, eyes widening at the realization of the mistake he made. Styx and stones, he left Sally without telling her anything. "I visited her while you were gone, but I--I haven't seen her in weeks. Not since." Not since before Tartarus.

[seabraind]

“NOT  YOU,  YOU  SELFISH  brat!”  he  cries  out,  hands  flinging  up  in  the  air,  exhausted  and  yet  alight  with  a  newfound  rage  that  he  hasn’t  felt  since  he  was  thirteen,  and  facing  against  a  god  who  had  NO  RIGHT  to  stand  before  him  the  way  ares  had.  “ME!  what  about  ME!  how  was  i  going  to  see  her  again?!  how  was  she  going  to  know  i  was  okay?!  you  didn’t  even  plan  to  tell  her  I  WAS  OKAY.”  

and  he  does,  truly,  think  nico  is  selfish,  here.  for  ASSUMING  that  he  meant  nico  needed  to  visit  her.  to  PLACATE  HIS  OWN  MOTHER.  he  understands  that  nico  is  young.  he  GETS  that.  but  NOT  young  enough  to  understand  that  he  can’t  play  god  at  his  young  age.  

“i  don’t  need  to  know  about  you,  nico. you  act  like  we  haven’t  KNOWN  each other  for  years,  now!  like  we  didn’t  celebrate  my  birthday  together!  like  i  haven’t  tried,  for  YEARS,  to  connect  with  you,  and  make  you  see  that  i  care  about  you.  you’re  the  one  who  pushes  me  away,  and  you  know  what?  fine.  fine!  and  i  wasn’t  ASKING  you  to  leave  hazel  behind.  but  if  you  think  that  i  just,  just  —  JUST  SHOULDN’T  BE  ANGRY  ABOUT  THIS?!  you’re  CRAZY!”  

and  if  percy’s  honest,  he  knows  he’s  being  dramatic.  he  knows  cornering  the  youth  about  this  is  a  bit  much.  but  he’s  never  been  one  to  just  sit  when  things  upset  him,  and  take  it.  OR  one  who’d  ‘let  bygones  be  bygones’.  percy  would  stop  holding  a  grudge  over  his  cold,  dead  body,  sitting  on  the  floor  of  olympus  because  zeus  himself  finally  decided  to  spite  him  down.