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sea-weedbrain:

He remembered the rage burning in his veins, white hot and invigorating. Akhyls’ dying scream. Annabeth’s terrified expression. What disturbed Percy more was the fact he liked feeling that way. Powerful, unstoppable. This was different than when he had the curse of Achilles….

The same stare reflected back. Fearful. Reyna hid it better than most but he’d seen the same glint in Annabeth’s eyes. Percy’s shoulders slumped in weariness. He looked at his hand, crimson and oozing in tiny rivers. He seemed to take proper notice. Become more like himself. “I know,” came his reply. He remembered he had a few tissues in his back pocket and fished them out.

He clamped the material over the wound like a gauze. It wasn’t a bandage  by any means but it would do for now. Her presence was surprising. Of all the people to find him she was the last he expected. With fumbling hands he capped Riptide and it returned to pen form. “What’re you, uh..is there something I can help you with, Reyna?” Even now his first instinct was to help those around him than deal with his internal conflict. 

(via reginaromae)


qhostking:

My name is Percy Jackson. I’m twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.

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sea-weedbrain:

Finding the way hadn’t been easy. Or straight forward. Maybe a small part of him hoped that Poseidon had guided the waters in the right direction. Divine intervention was never his strong suit yet Percy would never lose faith in his dad. I’ll make an extra special offering…

Her hostility cut him deep. Conversations on the beach flooded back. Watching the moonlace bloom like crazy under his mom’s care. All that seemed like another life, shattered by a promise unfulfilled. “Yeah, I’m…yeah, I’m still working that last part out myself.” If he knew the true method as to how he returned he would tell her. Percy sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"I wanted to see you, Calypso," he spoke with conviction. "I wanted to, I don’t know, clear the air." Easier said than done but he was going to try. "I know you feel like I abandoned you…I asked the gods to free you. You have to believe me when I say I told them." When have the gods ever been known to play fair? 

(via thecursedcalypso-deactivated201)


sea-weedbrain:

Percy swung Riptide fast and efficiently, sweeping through the air and dodging invisible enemies. He’d been training for over an hour, pushing himself. It was in the camp arena that he’d found the most solace recently. Fighting, surviving. That was all he knew how to do in…

He remembered the rage burning in his veins, white hot and invigorating. Akhyls’ dying scream. Annabeth’s terrified expression. What disturbed Percy more was the fact he liked feeling that way. Powerful, unstoppable. This was different than when he had the curse of Achilles. He knew he was vulnerable but he’d still survived Tartarus. His battle lust remained, determined to kill Gaea.

All the people he’d treated with apathy swirled around his head like a noxious cloud. Nico, Calypso. Wasn’t he a good enough friend? Hadn’t he tried his hardest to save them? Percy faced a wall and smashed his fist against it in frustration. He barely felt any pain. The young man looked at the bleeding knuckle.

His lamentation was interrupted by a familiar voice. Percy looked over his shoulder at the apparition of Reyna. If she hadn’t spoken it would have taken him a minute to register. She looked….different without her toga. “Hey,” was all he could muster in return.

(via reginaromae)


In my time of doubt.

Percy swung Riptide fast and efficiently, sweeping through the air and dodging invisible enemies. He’d been training for over an hour, pushing himself. It was in the camp arena that he’d found the most solace recently. Fighting, surviving. That was all he knew how to do in Tartarus. The things he’d done down there…how he’d felt….He couldn’t be around his friends. Not like this.

The son of the sea god ducked, rolled and swiped. The muscles in his arms flexed up against his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. Percy breathed, pausing a moment. He switched his routine, dodging volleys of blunted arrows that came out of the firing range. He’d changed since his time in Tartarus. He felt like a better fighter, more honed, more focused than ever.  It didn’t stop the torrent of self-loathing inside. The doubt on what he could do to the people he loved. Grover…Annabeth….Tyson…his Mom…everyone.

Better he stay on his own for a while. 


thecursedcalypso:

Sitting at the front edge of her home in the caves, Calypso’s attention was on her work as her fingers nimbly worked on a flower crown from the buds that she had collected from her garden. It was a frivolous thing to make but since Leo’s departure, she had been struggling to find things to…

Finding the way hadn’t been easy. Or straight forward. Maybe a small part of him hoped that Poseidon had guided the waters in the right direction. Divine intervention was never his strong suit yet Percy would never lose faith in his dad. I’ll make an extra special offering back at camp, dad. Just point me in the right direction. He couldn’t know if his prayer had done any good. The voyage could’ve lasted for days or weeks. It gave him plenty of time to reflect.

Eventually, familiar shores appeared on the horizon. Beautiful trees and lush greenery, much as he remembered. Percy waded to the beach, scanning the landscape. If the others really knew where he’d gone….Percy hated lying to his friends. He hated a lot of things he wasn’t able to do lately. This would be the start of fixing things.

After a short time of exploring he came to the opening of a cavern. He heard a voice from within. He felt an immediate bittersweetness. He’d almost died down in Tartarus because of the curses she’d inflicted. He’d nearly lost Annabeth. But this was his responsibility. He’d made her a promise and he was unable to live up to it.

"Uh…long time no see, Calypso." Of all the things he could say that spilled from his mouth. Percy inwardly cursed. 

(via thecursedcalypso-deactivated201)


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