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hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-06 05:18 pm
hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-06 05:18 pm
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Cover up everything you know, come save me from the awful sound of nothing [W4, Monday Night]
[The horse being out of his room helps, but even so Percy finds it hard to sleep. The day's events have been exhausting, strange and mildly unsatisfying. He had received the answers he needed from Sheriff Hal and yet he felt...empty.
Knowing there really was nothing he could have done to save the one person he loves more than the worlds themselves was heartbreaking, but how is it possible for a heart to break when it's already snapped? And maybe that's what happened. Maybe Sara was right. Maybe Percy already snapped. He can't recall feeling anything beyond the horribly strange blankness settling on his chest like a weight, threatening to crush him if he dared try to feel anything.
Guilt and anger and grief had stricken him multiple ways over the weekend, but now he's just...hollow.
And it's for that reason the air is static and quiet when Will enters the lounge. Percy sees him from his place on the couch near the fire, Mrs. O'Leary asleep next to him and his eyes staring straight ahead to seemingly bore straight into Will's head.
Will. How did Will know? It had bothered Percy since Saturday, but he didn't trust himself to speak to the man before now. So with the opportunity in his hands, he takes it.]
Hello, Will. [Even the tone is void of any kind of emotion, measured and careful.] What are you doing up?
Knowing there really was nothing he could have done to save the one person he loves more than the worlds themselves was heartbreaking, but how is it possible for a heart to break when it's already snapped? And maybe that's what happened. Maybe Sara was right. Maybe Percy already snapped. He can't recall feeling anything beyond the horribly strange blankness settling on his chest like a weight, threatening to crush him if he dared try to feel anything.
Guilt and anger and grief had stricken him multiple ways over the weekend, but now he's just...hollow.
And it's for that reason the air is static and quiet when Will enters the lounge. Percy sees him from his place on the couch near the fire, Mrs. O'Leary asleep next to him and his eyes staring straight ahead to seemingly bore straight into Will's head.
Will. How did Will know? It had bothered Percy since Saturday, but he didn't trust himself to speak to the man before now. So with the opportunity in his hands, he takes it.]
Hello, Will. [Even the tone is void of any kind of emotion, measured and careful.] What are you doing up?
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At Will's question though, there's a slightly sheepish smile.]
An Empathy Link. It's...kind of what you described? Sort of. It's a link I have with one of my best friends. He opened it with me a few years ago so I could see him in my dreams and see what he was doing. [Please know that I want to die, Squee, I hate my canon so much. Please also know Percy's probably saying all of this with a straight face.] Because of the Link, it's easier to sense where he's at and he can tap into my thoughts and I can communicate with him. We can pick up on basic emotions and feel them from each other, too. With the Link we're sort of bound together so if he dies, I'll probably bite it, too. But they can only work between us and satyrs.
[So that's pleasant. And might as well throw that out there. With regards to Annabeth though...] ...I'd say it's not your fault, but it pretty much is. [There's a soft breath.] I should have realized that's what happened in the first place. Maybe I was just hoping to be wrong.
You really think they're still kind of hanging around, Will?