#persefs

[roseguided-arch]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 & 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, an unsettling feeling rising in her chest at being so far from her brother. having a twin to whom you’ve spent your whole life side by side with made for weird feelings when you were away. when you didn’t know how they were or if they were okay—for the longest time it had just been them, but now amara is realizing she may have an opportunity to make friends outside of her brother ! but, would percy be a good friend ? in the short time amara has known him he’s gotten into a fair bit of trouble . . he seems to be a magnet for it. this fact alone made the young woman’s anxiety spike.

@persefs said, “ YOU CONTRADICT THAT FACT THAT YOU STILL WANT ME HERE. “

eyes open & they cast themselves to the other. a huff follows before she can speak, ❛ look, percy, ❜ whatever she’s about to say will never sound totally right in her head. ❛ i do want you here, maybe ! but, i- . . . i’m no good at making friends. ❜ cheeks almost want to turn a tinge pink at the confession. amara looks away, picking at the hem of her shirt as a distraction. ❛ i’m worried i won’t be any good at it. for the longest time it’s just been me & my brother. . so, i’m not exactly sure what to do. okay ? so, don’t make fun of me for it ! ❜

[emprean]

@persefs said ; outside of a train station at midnight, the air is cold and there's a light drizzle ( accepting )

one of the lights is buzzing, flickering just a little. it will limp along for a while yet until it putters out on a cool september evening when there are five people standing here, waiting for a train that will be sixteen minutes late. sixteen minutes and twelve seconds, really, but what is twelve seconds? enough time for a lot, really.

circe stands beneath a yellow umbrella as she waits for a train that is still a ways off. her eyes finally leave the buzzing light to fall on the lone other soul on the platform, and she holds the umbrella a little higher as if to catch his attention. "it was late." wrong. shit. that was another train, older, steam engine, a girl tripping over her skirt as she tries to step across to enter the passenger car. "was - will be. the train. about an hour still." and it's already a half hour late. circe gives what she aims to be a sympathetic little smile, the sort that says she hates to be the bearer of bad news, but her expressions never quite land where she wants them.

[publicabsent]

@persefs: ❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜ / accepting.

she didn't expect anyone to notice her bolting from the mess hall, nearly barricading herself in her cabin. she especially didn't expect anyone to check on her immediately. annette stands nervously in the doorway, constantly looking behind percy instead of at him. "n-no, no, i j-j-jus-st ... um." she's a horrible liar, & she knows no matter what she says, it won't be believable. but she's not about to throw another camper under the bus, even if he might deserve it. (everett mallory is a golden kid, nobody would believe her.) "i f-felt ... ill. s-so -- um. y-yeah."

[publicabsent]

@persefs: “ just calm down. breathe. i’ll take care of this. ” / accepting.

she'd not really been prepared for an ambush, & while it wasn't too bad, it looks terrible. blood smears across her shirt & even some on her face, golden-green eyes wide. "n-no, i -- m'o-okay -- m'ok-kay." it's probably clear that she isn't, if only due to her shaky demeanor & the blood. "i j -- i j-jus-s-s' n-need to, um. um. g-get b-b-bac-ck t-to cam ... camp."

[publicabsent]

@persefs: ❛ i can't let innocent people get hurt because of me. ❜ / accepting.

brow furrows, the closest thing to stern the brunette can manage. annette knows that percy has a penchant for being a hero, bordering on self-sacrificial. (though she wasn't at camp for the majority of the stories told about him, she has no reason not to believe them.) "w-w-well, i th - thin-nk ... you'll h-have a. a h-hard tim-me st - stopp-ping them." thin arms cross, expression melting into one less stern, more empathetic. "s-s'caus-se they ... um. th-they c-care, y'kn-now."

she knows better than most the sickly feeling of thinking you're not worth others caring. you can't stop it, no matter how you try. "f'it's th - their ch-choic-ce, s'n-not your, um. your fault."

[dieangelo]

📏 sending for 6'2 perce and 6'4 paul aha x

yerin write a man under 6 ft challenge failed </3 short king era when?

[bledgod]

u all want to smooch me so bad u look Stupid ...

they are all very stupid rn they told me themselves

[dieangelo]

u wanna not kill me so bad ... u wanna not hate me so bad ...

finally… something intelligent….