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hydrokinetics) wrote2017-01-21 08:21 pm
hydrokinetics) wrote2017-01-21 08:21 pm
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Can anybody stop this thing before my head explodes, or my head starts to ring [W1, Sat post-trial]
[It's pretty late, long after most people have retired for the evening but not Percy. Instead, he'd stepped out to take another walk to clear his head and found himself settled in the lounge alone. He figured out how to start a fire, not at all worried that someone might come sneak up on him and kill him.
They've seen enough death today, he thinks.
The longer he's alone, the more his thoughts drift to several things. He thinks of the trial, he thinks of what Tiara told him, thinks of things from home, and Annabeth remains at the front of his mind. More than anything he needs to keep her alive now. Keep them alive.
And thinking of Annabeth leads to thinking of things that remind him of Annabeth, and that's why he turns his attention to the small library. He scans the book titles, eyes narrowing as he tries to read them and decide what ones might be nice to take to her later.
This is the scene anyone will find upon walking into the lounge somewhere in the neighborhood of midnight. He's in his sleep clothes (pajama pants he picked up from the tailor and his original ripped (and now thankfully clean) t-shirt and surrounded by books on the floor, mumbling titles to himself. He's perfectly okay being alone, but he hears footsteps nearby. His work stops and he looks up, not quite looking at the entrace of the lounge yet.]
Who's there?
They've seen enough death today, he thinks.
The longer he's alone, the more his thoughts drift to several things. He thinks of the trial, he thinks of what Tiara told him, thinks of things from home, and Annabeth remains at the front of his mind. More than anything he needs to keep her alive now. Keep them alive.
And thinking of Annabeth leads to thinking of things that remind him of Annabeth, and that's why he turns his attention to the small library. He scans the book titles, eyes narrowing as he tries to read them and decide what ones might be nice to take to her later.
This is the scene anyone will find upon walking into the lounge somewhere in the neighborhood of midnight. He's in his sleep clothes (pajama pants he picked up from the tailor and his original ripped (and now thankfully clean) t-shirt and surrounded by books on the floor, mumbling titles to himself. He's perfectly okay being alone, but he hears footsteps nearby. His work stops and he looks up, not quite looking at the entrace of the lounge yet.]
Who's there?
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That makes sense. [He nods, turning another page.] My parents had a pretty complicated relationship, too, but they're okay. And my stepdad's pretty cool. [Why he feels the need to include Paul is a mystery. It's by default, given who his father actually is and how rarely Percy sees him. Still, he gives Will another funny little grin. Relationships are definitely complicated.] Commitment is the biggest part of it though.
[And even without asking, even without Percy saying anything, it's incredibly clear that yes, he loves her. So thanks for not being weird, Will. Instead, he purses his lips together when Will brings up the rules.]
It's almost like they're a general sense of order in case things start going crazy. Think about it. People get distracted when other things are going on all the time. [Plus eating and bathing regularly was hard in Tartarus so Percy gets it, and what's this bullshit about being careful?] This kid I met here mentioned a book called Lord of the Flies and how without real rules everybody kind of went full-on anarchy. If you think about it that way? Maybe that's why they exist.