He and Cabin 7 had a weird relationship. It was something repeated constantly from seemingly everyone else. It’s weird then, that it’s the only relationship he feels is normal.
They invite him to Cabin events, have a small room in the hospital for him and he’s more than aware that it’s strange. They treat him like he’s one of theirs, and after the fun is over he ends up smelling like one of them too. It’s a soothing thing. It shouldn’t be soothing.
He had bitten his tongue until it bled to keep from being found; by all means he should be far away from anything sunlight and yet here he sits within the cabin of the god he hides from.
They had coaxed him closer like one does a feral cat and he stays with the certainty that he’s welcome if not by Apollo than by his children into their nest. It helps that Rachael is so close. There is no oracle position for him to be locked to.
The ones not on hospital duty lounge beside him In the pile of blankets and pillows he was positive wasn’t there at first. It feels reminiscent of the nests Rachael had showed him in the Oracle Cave.
it’s a red flag pointing to them knowing his identity seeing as the pile doesn’t normally exist only coming out when he visits but it doesn’t feel as world ending as it would be just a few years ago. He’s tired and it’s warm.
The youngers pulled a board game from somewhere to play with before bed.
it’s nice being in a calm environment. It’s nice being one in a group instead of an individual. His father’s cabin was wonderful but it was also empty. It was warm too from Divine presence but lacked the comfort in numbers 7 had.
His tongue over time becomes looser as the night continues. He ends up warning one of them about the rain next week, and another one to pack an extra knife the next quest they get.
They act like he hasn’t said anything unusual despite being the children of a prophecy god.
Half way through a Cards against humanity round, another camper entered the cabin-Lester he thinks- they met before once maybe.
The older newcomer moves through the blankets toward Percy, stopping with his back to the wall and a few feet of separation keeping them apart. A safe distance for strangers, despite how the camp feel like family sometimes they’re still strangers to one another. He looks at Percy as if waiting to be kicked out or hissed at like the feral animal the cabin sometimes treats him as, which is ridiculous because it’s Lester’s home cabin.
Percy takes his eyes off the man and relaxes back into the pile. Somehow he had gone from defreezing slowly to a blob of warm mush in human form within a minute. The cabin was much, much warmer than what it was a second ago. It’s nice .
