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PERCY JACKSON.
Just your average son of Poseidon.
*Inappropriately timed eternal monologue*
indie & selective. greek myth/pjo
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       And if Pandora hadn’t been out of breath before, she was now. Percy Jackson? So maybe she wouldn’t forget the name, but it certainly didn’t ring any bells. Who was the boy running from hydras without any real signs of panic? He just kept running and she kept following because where else could she go? Stranger things had happened years upon years ago, but it had been so long since she’d been given any dosage of danger. 
              ❝No, I was… I was retrieving a personal belonging.❞
It wasn’t a lie. That damned box was more trouble than it was worth.

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          truth was, he had grown far too use to this!

                  danger and trouble had a tendency to tail him no matter                   where he went just like those hydras. nonetheless it meant                   he had the situation at hand under control, gaining the                    ability to remain calm and focused from far too much                   experience. now that they had stopped, however, percy                   let his eyes drift over the girl in slight concern. 

                      ; had he been too harsh before? or                         possibly unfair. he had dragged her                         along without any explanation too. 

             remember enough, he thought, to curse him later              if he pulled a crazy stunt she wouldn’t be able to              process as anything sane or normal.

                      ❝ huh-- is it that box you're holding?                                 uhm, and who are you?

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                                                         ❛& you are of mettle                                                                                  of bone, of blood, of heart                                                                                                  of man.❜
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  “Poseidon ——-      hey, I think I’ve heard of that dude. old, grimy, crusty sea god, right?                                                                            and you’re his kid, huh “ 
Here’s a secret that gods won’t tell, clandestine, kept hushed and tucked carefully in some niche hidden in time: they have no idea how the world works either. To call a god all-knowing is to seek answers that aren’t there, and perhaps therein lies the fault in their stars, in all their stars. cocks his head to the side in a mere in a gesture that equates turning his exposing his palms and showing he’s got nothing.
                                                                      “———-me??
But now they’ve trotted into familiar territory. if the boy must know, then he will know, he will know and he will feast, he will be gorged upon an ego that has inflated over the centuries, an ego that has persevered and survived and is surely proud of that, and itself. 
                                                          “I’m Yato——“ 
                                    ğ̴̗o̶̗̓d̵͖͑ ̵̪̒o̵͖͒f̶͎̈́ ̵̈͜c̸̬̋a̴̬͌l̸̤̈a̷͎͗m̵̧̆i̵̡̚t̶̹͆y̸̤̎
                                            ” one and only, delivery god.”
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   what more could be said about good ol' poseidon.

            percy tilted his head some, expressing a careless shrug.              he had heard worse interpretations of his father but that             didn't quite mean he disagreed with all of them. though             he remained a rather frustrated man, he had a heart              within his ribcage, and one that he had opened up to             percy many times. despite a god, dark or carefree, he             was still a father to percy in all ways possible.

                             hearing the other god talk, however, the boy notched up                              a curious brow. he watched him speak; such might, such                              confidence. it radiated his surroundings, a smell so                              delicious -- then it struck him, that it wasn't the god,                              but the dumpling shop near by.

              his attention now stolen, he hardly thought back to see if               he could recognize the other. eyes giving up a dull and               bored look, he shrugged once more. 

                         ❝ yeah, never heard of you before. ❞

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                                   ❝  Get one thing straight: I’m   blind,  but I can still                                         s e e   you —  so shut that mouth of yours if you                                         don’t want a  sword  to open it just a little wider. ❞

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      “Well, Apollo’s been busy, what       with driving the sun,       flirting with everything that moves,       and hitting on my huntresses.       And I’ve been busy too,       trying to keep the girls       away from him.”
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                   ❝ something's never change, huh                         that reminds me, how's thalia doing? 

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“Excellent!” Chrysaor gloated. He directed his warriors to dump Jason by the crossbows. Then he examined the girls like they were Christmas presents, which made Percy grit his teeth.

Okay can we talk about this part for a sec. I just really love this part right here because it shows the older brother side of Percy. Now, let’s forget about Annabeth for a minute and focus on Hazel and Piper. He has only known Hazel for like two weeks and we already know that she’s like his little sister and he doesn’t want her getting hurt. But then here is Piper who he has only known for a good three or four days. He barely knows her but still gets protective no matter what. He will not let this guy go anywhere near those girls, he will not let them get hurt for any reason. And if they, did you know well enough percy wouldn’t forgive himself because he feels like it’s his job to keep everyone safe. Even the people he barely knows. I just really love that. (via trytohearmyvoice)

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       A little excitement was healthy, was it not? Got the blood pumping and the adrenaline rushing. Now only partially confused, Pandora blinked up at the stranger offering his hand. Surprisingly enough, she took it and rose to her feet, box still clutched tightly in vice-like grip of her other hand. Okay? That was an… interesting word. Physically, save for a few bumps and bruises, she was fine. She nodded to convey this, still not entirely sure what to say. So many questions, but where to start?  The hydras seemed like an obvious beginning what with their ear-piercing shrieks that made Pandora’s expression twist to one of discomfort. Better start small, no?— better start with the stranger. Only slightly out of breath, the blonde finally spoke, repeating the question she’d posed to him earlier. It was easy enough.

              Who are you?❞ 

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            once she was back on her feet, he let his attention             avert towards the quivering walls and the low hisses             of the hydra's outside. they knew he was here, and             they wanted revenge for the fact that percy had             not-so-accidentally poked on out of thinking it might             have been dead. 

                      ❝ percy jackson, you'll remember                                   the name. trust me.❞

             remember enough, he thought, to curse him later              if he pulled a crazy stunt she wouldn't be able to              process as anything sane or normal.

                      ❝ come on, they're distracted---- ❞

             leaning her out, he made them both run for the              forests while the hydras were occupied in their              attempts to dig at the rocks. percy and the unknown              girl had made their exit from the opposite side.

             now within the safety of the forest, though potential              threat was possible of the hydras were to sniff out              their location, he paused to take in a deep sigh.

             still, he managed a friendly and polite smile              towards the other, hoping not to frighten her. 

                      ❝ we need to keep going. what were                            you doing in there anyways? did                            somebody lock you? ❞

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            There were certainly worse cousins             to have, especially considering gender.             So she allowed herself to             be somewhat kind and smiled.
      “How have you been? Of       course, I have heard of       your battles, but even so.”
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                    she seemed delighted to see him for one thing.                     percy couldn't have been more relieved. he had,                     afterall, once saved her life. surely she was                     eternally grateful for that.

                   ❝ doin' fine. trying to run camp and figure                         things out, but it's all good. what about                         yourself?

                        I haven't seen you or apollo in ages. 

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          “i’m sawada tsunayoshi,          but you can call me tsuna.”

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                    ❝ so, what are you?                            demigod---- or?❞ 

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Send me “I miss you” to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 years, then to 10 years after your muse’s death.

Y E A R O N E ;

No tears were shed, just fists curled in such a large amount of rage that he couldn’t even handle it. His shoulders shook, and his face scrunched up. “God dammit!” He let out, sinking down in front of the grave. “Didn’t I warn you to be careful? Huh?! Why didn’t you fucking listen to me?”

Y E A R F I V E ;

He looked defeated, tired, and old. Bags were under his eyes, and he put the flowers just perfectly on the gravestone. A blue bloom, something that looked like the ocean. He decided when he bought them that maybe Percy would have thought of the ocean. He should have buried him near by it, but then he could never visit him. Silently he let out a shaky breath."It’s kinda boring without you, Percy."

Y E A R T E N ;

This time he stood there, surprised that the flowers he had planted had grown to be too big for the stone. He busied himself by trimming them down, humming a bit. He looked better, less old and less tired; like a weight had lifted off his shoulders."Hey, Percy." He said when he finished, sitting down with his back against the marble plaque. "I hope it’s nice where you are. I miss you a lot, but it’s better than having all those dumb creatures after you."Yeah…" He stopped, swallowing down his tears. "I’ve made some plans and asked for help, but I’m going to move your ashes to the ocean, maybe scatter them in the water. You’ll like that, right?"
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           ”Chickening out from a hug, Jackson?             Wow things really have changed             around here while I was out”        

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   But he’s cackling and he pulls away to pat    the other demigod’s shoulder with a wide    grin on his lips.

             ”How are things holding up?               managed to woo Chiron in               my absence?”

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                    ❝ still all talk, huh grace?

                                  he stands close once his shoulder his patted,                                   and he returns the gesture as they both chuckle                                   under their breaths. percy casually tosses an                                   arm over the other before leading him away                                   inside the camp. it had been a while since                                   they've last talked. 

                    ❝ obviously! we've got plenty of projects going                          and what not. reyna's taken initiative and I think                          we're holding up pretty good. well, enough talk                          about work. what about you man?

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