perhaps he is trying to avoid her gaze. the last time he’d seen her , he had been three years old and about to be abandoned in a park. fingers tremble by his sides , and he’s certain he’s about to fall into the horrors that are his memories of the time before. this rebellion , one he had always been at the fore front of , it had been the only thing that mattered to him , ever since word had reached about the greek demigods. the titans , they’d never meant for the two parties to know one another. that had gone downhill when the first greek had run to jason’s group , begging for salvation. animosity was ripe , both sides with conflicting ideas. but all of that seemed mundane , seemed like nothing to him. she was standing there , looking almost as he remembered. “ welcome home , big sister. “ his voice is cool and collected , nothing like the mess that was his brain nor the panic that had settled into his heart. perhaps it was a foolish choice to use the home he had been born into as a hide out for this particular group of the rebellion , but it had been close by , and they had managed to get mist to conceal them from mortals , witchcraft by fellow demigods hiding them as best they could from monsters. / @shcsacrificed
