#pose1dson

[demigrl]

@pose1dson !

thalia. luke. the prophecy. her thoughts are going a million miles an hour as she stares up at the cabin ceiling. brown eyes blink against the darkness, moonlight creeping in slivers. she can hear the soft snores of the others and she turns to her side with a wince. her shoulder still hurt where alison's arrow pierced it and her bed felt too hard to be still. she couldn't sleep. how could chiron think any of them would sleep ? she let's out a small huff before she flings her blanket off of her, feet touch the hardwood with a soft thud she's sure no one heard, and she offers one last glance around before she reaches for her sweater.

she's out the cabin and walking. fingers pulling at the cuffs of her sweater nervously before she's stopped. feet shift her wait nervously as she wonders if she should turn around or not. brown eyes stare at the poseidon cabin door and she bites the bottom of her lip. maybe she should go back and try and sleep. maybe she should walk off the anxiety she's feeling. she looks back over her shoulder the way she came and her nose scrunches as she thinks. maybe he's asleep and she'd be waking him. he needed his rest after everything after all. she takes in a big breath, palms wiping the sweat off her palms onto her pajama pants and then leans forward and knocks.

it's a soft knock. part of her hopes he doesn't hear it and she can walk away. a bigger part of her hopes he can't sleep either and he's been waiting for her knock. she rocks back on her heels, waiting patiently for the door to swing open or nothing at all. please open the door. the thought keeps her there as she counts in her head the seconds until she has to leave and resolve herself to her own company.

[ambiflaw]

" put down the spear . please . "

"not until you put riptide down first," she answers impertinently, holding the spear in front of his neck. chiron was in the background, commanding the two of them to bring an end to their nonsense before one of them gets hurt, but neither of them seemed to care. "you were our defense, remember? you were supposed to stay at your post and defend! but no. you didn't listen. you never do." there was a clap of thunder in the distance, and it looks as though her eyes had darkened with the rain clouds merging above their heads. thalia's expression tightens in frustration, "my gods, you're so infuriating!"

* CULT CLASSICS ... STILL ACCEPTING. ( @pose1dson )

[foundationbuilt]

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Her hand tightens around Percy's, her free palm clasping over theirs interlinked, holding him as she wished she always could. Like this, with her, he is safe, or as safe as he can be. He would never understand how difficult it was for Sally to let him walk out that door every day, to stand back and let him be the hero he was, year in and year out. She hoped he never did. But that's the role of being a mother, especially to a child like him. She would never take it back, not any of it, because her boy was worth every single moment of hardship. The only thing that Sally regrets is that he's suffered so, so much, in ways that she will never be able to heal.

❝ You've always been strong, ❞ she says softly, instead of telling him it is her duty to be strong for him, because he may be growing up but he has so many responsibilities outwith their home ( and sometimes even within their home ) that she will not let this take this on one, too. ❝ You've always made me strong. ❞ Sally smiles as she gazes into his eyes, hoping to convey every ounce of love. Of how he had given her the will to get up every morning and keep going. ❝ Hold fast, Perseus. Brave the storm, ❞ she echoes the familiar statement before slowly shaking her head. ❝ But maybe not so much this time. Maybe you should let the storm take you, baby. If only for a little while. Don't worry so much about what happens to us. ❞

She worries about how bottled up he might be, how much he neglects himself in the favour of everyone around him. ( She was proud of him, of course, undoubtably, but ... she wanted him to be a bit selfish, too, in this one thing. He deserves to be. )

[foundationbuilt]

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 ❝ A scratch I'm pretty sure hurts, ❞  she returned with a tip of her head at her son, trying not to be overly fussy in her concern.

A scratch, maybe, to him, but still an injury that she could have done without her son sustaining. She placed a gentle hand upon his back, careful to avoid the shoulder wound, while bright eyes tracked the streets around them. Her sight wasn't as great as it used to be, faded with age, but she could still see enough to know that there was ( thankfully ) no other monsters on the street that could pop out when Percy was weakened. Just mortals everywhere. Which ... could also potentially be a problem, if they saw a boy staggering down the street with a bloody arm.

 ❝ There must be some kind of bathroom around here, to get some water on you, ❞  she muttered, more to herself she tracked her eyes over the store names, looking for a cafe or the like.  ❝ Your father's nature sure makes things convenient, ❞ she added dryly, for it was the truth that Poseidon's connection to water provided a lot more options for Percy than most demigods had when injured, ❝ but I'm starting to think we should be carrying water bottles around with us. ❞ 

[was70th]

“ i was going to go pick oranges to make bread for your brother when he gets home. ” there’s a certain bitter strangeness, to talk about it without truly talking. her words are spoken lightly - sometimes finnick doesn’t eat for days after he’s back from the capitol. sometimes he doesn’t want to see her at all. annie’s long since STOPPED letting it hurt her, knowing all to well the different ways someone needs to cope. it’ll keep, regardless. “ you can come with me, if you like? ”

@pose1dson ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ.

[hubrisheld]

@pose1dson: “Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

             he'd   told   her   that   twenty   minutes   ago.   annabeth's   kind   of   grateful   he   took   that   long,   because   she   was much more   frustrated   with   the   entire   situation   twenty   minutes   ago.   not   being   able   to   drive   had   always   been   something   that   grated   at   her,   and   getting   stuck   in   the   middle   of   manhattan   (a   place   she   should   know   like   the   back   of   her   hand   by   now)   was   just   icing   on   the   really,   really   bad   cake.   now,   though,   she's   able   to   at   least   smile   when   percy   pulls   up   to   the   curb,   even   as   she   hangs   her   head   in   playful   shame,   "   this   isn't   fair.   if   you   would've   let   me borrow   the   car, i   wouldn't   have   had   to   pull   you   away   from   time   with   your   mom!   "   she   shoots   him   a   soft   pout,   "   did   you   at   least   bring   snacks?   " 

[dioskoros]

" percy , do you trust me ? " jason asks through labored breaths , his sword drawn as he takes another step back ... back until they are both just inches from the edge of the cliff . he doesn't even need to look back to know how high up they are on the canyons . because this scene was pretty familiar . even if was years ago now , the memory was still fresh in his mind-- how he jumped down this same height to save piper , armed with nothing but an instinct that he can survive it . that the winds will obey him if he asked to fly .

and now , here he is about to do it again . and before the other would complain , let it be known he is not a fan of this plan either : he was tired , wounded , and depleted from fighting . but their current predicament doesn't really give them much of a choice . the monster has managed to trap them there , and now the drakon eyes it's prey hungrily as it advances with a low hiss .

it was the first time jason can look at the creature in full . it's frills standing out in a crown of crimson and gold , which looked tragically beautiful against the setting sun . it's massive body has blocked all possible exit they can take , and unlike them , it doesn't even look tired from the hours of fighting and chasing .

they were left with two last options : fight and hold whatever position they have there ( death will be painful , but at least they will fall fighting ) , or take the risk and hope that he is strong enough to support both of them ( best case scenario , he can propel percy to safety so only one of them become monster food ) .

the drakon moves another step , and jason cursed when he realized they can't move any further than this . guess it's now or never . " i need to know because i got a plan . but it won't be pretty . "

@pose1dson.

[stygicniron]

✨✨✨✨ i can truly tell how much love you have for nico. you were my first pjo mutual, and no one has encouraged my descent into this world more than you. your writing and love for nico is truly inspiring, and i always look forward to not only your writing, but your takes on everything. i always look forward to our conversations about things, and i continue to do so ❤️

Give Some Sparkle! -- @pose1dson

Kaja, thank you so much!! I have loved our weekly meeting to yell and cry about the show and it's been nothing but a joy to see you bring Percy to life! I've been writing with you for a little while now and I love the unique voice you bring to each of your characters. They all feel distinct with their our minds and reasoning. I am also delighted to be your enabler ahah