𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 wanted to demolish demeter’s gardens. make no mistake: verso’s rage was one channeled primarily towards his father for the duration of the war, but he has not forgotten the death of one of her children, either. he has not forgotten the snap of a steel trap, the feeling of blood ‘tween his fingertips, panicked breaths && pleas. on their leash though he is, verso sachs is far from forgiving the gods. regarded still as a threat of sorts, albeit one with more use left alive than dead, his occasional visits to camp are in equal parts loathsome && unsought events; he comes with demigods who have fallen through the cracks, he seeks permission to spend the night if the moon has already arisen. this time, the demigod in question has been delivered, && - against his better nature - he strays closer to the demeter cabin than he ought to. it looks greener than it did when he last saw it. granted, the last time he came close to it was just before he was drafted… which, yeah. war would take the green out of even the most arboreal goddesses. his wandering closer to it, of course, is not just for nostalgia’s sake; his eyes seek a figure of authority, the head counselor. ❝ oi, ❞ calls the eldest of zeus to a particular figure, ❝ you’re in charge of demeter’s lot, aren’t you ?? eh, screw it - you can help even if you're not. got a second ?? ❞
@anthcs // starter call !!
