“you know ─ i could really go for a week long eclipse right about now,” she muses, not really paying attention to who she’s talking to. “sure it’d come with some catastrophic consequences, but honestly… what happens around here that doesn’t?”
𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: the mess hall
𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎: late morning / early afternoon
𝚏𝚘𝚛: open
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▒▒▒ [ 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑬 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ “ you know what i could really go for ? ” asked by a grating voice , settles into his seat . “ i don’t care , as long as it isn’t what you want - which , an eclipse ? what a stupid wish . ”
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❛ & when you’re left alone at the feet of the gods , you’ll turn & see the trail of destruction left in your path . ❜
if you can tell , i’m not making nearly as much as an effort as i did with dana but nonetheless , this bastard is here i guess idk what to tell u but i DO be hatin him haha
〔 RUDY PANKOW, TWENTY - THREE, CIS MALE, NONE 〕╰ JONAH WESTCOTT just came over half - blood hill . you know , the child of DINOYSUS who was claimed seven years ago ? i’ve heard chiron say that he is INTUITIVE & VERSED , but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they’d say they’re NEFARIOUS & EXECRABLE . i’d say they remind me of raising a glass of tinted liquid toward a nemesis before the battle , unlawfully taking a crown that doesn’t belong to him - he crowns himself a victor , a kiss traded with chaos in the shadows on a reddened campfire & sacrifices made with a bloodied smile - he plays war just for the crimson , especially since they're AGAINST THE NEW CABINS .
❛ 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 ╱ 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
𝑭𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑺
full name : jonah matthew westcott
nickname(s) / alias(es) : u choose
age / dob : twenty three / may , seventeenth
hometown : juneau , ak
current location : long island , ny / camp half blood
ethnicity : caucasian
nationality : american
gender : cis male
pronouns : he / him
orientation : graysexual , grayromantic
religion : polythestic
face claim : rudy pankow
language(s) spoken : english , ancient greek , some latin , some norwegian
speech : informal ; he speaks like he’s always picking a fight , like there’s so much malice & anger behind his words it’s impossible for him to speak correctly . slurred words are a constant , half spoken & half coherent they’ll fling from his lips like blades before he even has a chance to stop them .
hair : blonde & bright , though he usually has them hidden underneath a baseball cap ( since , he’s got one in every color - thanks , mr . d ) to hide the fact that he can’t manage his hair . always messy , always looks like someone’s just held his hair in front of a leaf blower - it doesn’t matter how often he fixes it , it goes right back to being messy .
eyes : crystalline blue , backed by something that can only be described as pure wrath . joyless & often angry , the only glimpse of happiness & entertainment stem from watching him watch chaos unfold .
height : six feet
build : broad & athletic , swimmer’s body .
tattoos : none .
piercings : none .
scars : one single long scar that runs from the back of his left ear down the side of his neck - big & ugly , it wasn’t received in battle as many perceive , but in an accident that happened just feet outside of camp .
clothing style : messy & boyish , beachy as if he’s adopted the persona of poseidon . always seen in board shorts ( no matter the season ) & some form of colorful button up , it’s apparent he doesn’t take too much pride his appearance - since , jonah knows he can get away with a lot just for being conventionally attractive .
usual expression : written in wrath , he’s seen too much & lived through too much to ever close his eyes & dream normally . he hurts more than he’ll ever let on , misses too many people that have died protecting him & it’s evident in the way his features rest when he thinks nobody’s looking . underneath his anger & his unearned confidence rests a lot of pain that he’s never learned to resolve .
distinguishing characteristics : a crooked grin - signature when present antagonizing another camper , eyes that look like they can kill ( which , he’s convinced they can but it’s not a real power )
𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺
exterior : absolutely ruthless , it’s been quietly established around camp not to talk to jonah unless you’re in the mood for a fight . he’s got a problem with everyone , even the nicest & kindest of demigods . a lost son of maybe ares , he’s always on the search for a fight or an argument , anything where he can yell & spit on his opponents in a constant search of letting go of pent up anger . a loss of morals , he’ll actively go against the grain just to cause a ruckus ; byproduct of abandonment issues & daddy issues , he looks to eris & strife as leading points in his life .
interior : so angry he can’t put it into words - he doesn’t even dream like normal demigods do , but he doesn’t dream as mortals do either . constantly stuck in this anger he’s never learned to get rid of , he’s always learned to act out & lash out onto others before ever turning inward .
𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬
this is not gna be pretty i spent too many brain cells on my app .
trigger warnings : a lot of death , blood , SOME not cool descriptions of death
he’s born on a warm day in juneau , his mother’s the bringer of spring with a halo of golden hair that’s wrapped around her head . she loves him , tells the bloodied baby in her arms that his father loves him too - but jonah never gets to know . robbed of memory , he doesn’t remember being grabbed from limp arms as his mother meets thanatos - the first of many deaths that he’ll cause . cursed by a god that’s supposed to love him , he’s left with an uncle who sees a dead sister in him , but his aunt tries to love him anyway . she wants kids , her husband never wanted any - jonah’s a blessing in disguise .
& oh , is he loved . aunt marjorie picks him up from practice & wraps his sore ankles , gives him snacks on the way to school & convinces uncle jeff to take him fishing . life is good , even if his guardians always share a hesitant look when he talks about the griffins flying overhead or the cyclops who ran past the school . they know that his mother attracted a god , the life of the party , of course only she could attract godhood . they wrap him in their arms every night & recite prayers to gods he can’t pronounce , kiss him goodnight before they retreat to their room . he can hear them boarding up the house every night before he goes to bed .
ten years old on a fishing trip when uncle jeff falls overboard . nobody believes jonah when he says he was pulled over by a creature with impossibly long teeth , or that jonah closed his eyes & heard his uncle pop before disappearing - a misuse of power , aunt marjorie explains that accidents happen . but , she doesn’t try to anger him much after that ; she doesn’t have to worry , she looks the wrong way at a monster on the way to the airport & jonah watches as she’s flung so far into the woods he can’t see her disappear . he emerges from the wilderness with so bloodied & dirtied they think he’s responsible , but it’s not human blood that’s found on him . they don’t know what it is .
the mainland awaits him , several years jumping from family member to family member before finally - a cousin in new york when he’s fifteen . noah’s cool , he’s in his twenties & cleared out an entire room to take care of him & jonah finally remembers what it’s like to be home & happy . the eve of his sixteenth birthday , he discovers a series of letters from family members over the years - they’re all dead . uncle jeff , aunt marjorie , aunt kelsey in oregon , aunt janice in wisconsin . his story unfolds before him , he’s dangerous , the son of a god - & suddenly , he knows the name of the gods marjorie & jeff used to say .
he begs noah to take him to camp half blood , tells him he doesn’t want noah to die either . his cousin is cool , laughs & reassures him that the westcott lineage is strong , that they can’t be wiped out that easily - but after pressuring & pestering , he finally agrees to bring jonah to camp . minutes down the road , noah’s car hits a patch of black ice & jonah doesn’t remember anything but waking up with a healing scar & notice of his cousin’s death .
dionysus claims him the instant they meet , admits his paternity expecting gratefulness but jonah only moves into his cabin by throwing his things . over the next few years he grows into ... a gremlin of a camper . deadly behind a short sword , deadlier behind his words . fights with camp during the war ( barely , almost spent the whole thing at camp instead ) & when lyssa admits secession from camp , almost joins her - but chooses to stay around to cause as much havoc as he can before leaving .
THEY SAT SIDE BY SIDE , a sizable distance between but still not too far out of reach . for people like them , silence in the presence of others could be healing in some ways . it was a bit more comforting when he had her there with him , someone who could understand him more than others . there were parts of their individual stories that connected , like two lines interlacing at certain points in time —— quests and battles , death and life , failure and success . they fought for the same things at one point in time , she watched over him when things got tough —— she didn’t have to . now they found themselves staring out at the lake’s expanse , unbothered by others that passed by them . some wouldn’t turn a cheek , others stared as if recognizing their faces from a dream , a memory previously burned away . thinking back on the past was a dangerous thing , one that he knew he should not dwell on for long , but he couldn’t always help it .
“ what do you think would’ve happened if things turned out different ? ” finn turns his eyes to her while his arms cross his chest , sitting more comfortably against the tree . “ i have this feeling that i’m failing everything we fought for by just sitting around camp like nothing ever happened , you know ? ” he draws in a slow breath , hand gesticulating his rise in thought . “ but then i also think … what would’ve really happened to us in the end ? what would’ve happened to everyone here ? old friends … family … ? ” he trails off , knowing he’d be doing himself no favors by pressing forward with his mind . / @ichorhalf
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ there’s so much pain woven into her story ; tapestries carved out by arachne’s hands while she looks upon an enemy’s child . but no , not even she could have carved out something as 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 designed as dana’s life - as finn’s life . victims of fate , brought to their knees by forces they never could’ve hoped to conquer on their own ; in the ashes they were thrown into , they found each other . she doesn’t have much nowadays except for silence , the reverberating darkness & fragments of a fallen titan - but she hears the lake waves lap against the shore - she can feel his presence beside her & in the soft quiet , it’s all she needs .
his words trouble her , she avoids his gaze to keep staring out over the canoe lake . not often does she speak of it , of a future she had seen so strongly she could still feel potential happiness dancing on her skin . failure weighs heavily on her , head bowed as the sun gleams over clear water - her hum is quiet , her fingers intertwine tightly . ❝ i think i’d be happy . ❞ grey eyes lift to meet his , solemnly she runs over his features before her head sways slowly . ❝ i don’t know , i don’t think he ever had intentions to kill US , but - 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 ? maybe we’d , ❞ a whisper of a smile before she shrugs . ❝ we’d be happier . ❞
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“i have basic demigod rights, the fuck.” he squints his eyes at her, he does his best not to show the smirk that wishes to betray him, “you’re just scared to accept the concept that is called reverse centaurs,”
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ incredulously , a scoff falls from her lips - though , more entertained than annoyed . ❝ basic demigod rights to shut up . ❞ she lifts a forkful into her mouth . ❝ don’t you think you’ve scarred enough new campers with that ? ❞
the negativity rolling off of the daughter of athena is palpable . it’s her grey eyes that give her away , assigning her to a parental figure faster than her mind can even begin to consider divulging the same fact . mavis understands the root of it –- or at least creates her own root , tossing the idea over in her mind before finally putting it down to the other’s brush with the titan army . being in proximity to that sort of titanic power changed you . she’d seen it time and time again , once in her own mother —- before she’d had the chance to spare herself by looking away . the conversation continues , though mavis is on autopilot —- regretting her decision to engage in the first place . ❛ it’s a comfort to some to know that they at least exist in your realm . if infrequently . or haphazardly . ❜ she notes , eyes cast downwards to the earth —- not a gesture of submission , but the nonchalant disinterest of a person who’s had far many more conversations than they were meant to have in the one lifetime fate had assigned them —- before artemis factored herself in .
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ in the huntress is something the rest of her peers don’t possess . intelligence , maybe ; or perhaps dana’s just interested in the sheer experience of an immortal ( who isn’t a god , not that artemis’ little posse is that much better ) . the things the other has seen , how many lives she’s held in forever silver fingertips - admirable to the point that even dana can find her interest pique . if set in a better mood , the corner of her lips would lift in a wry smile at her words - instead , they remain placed in a tight line . it’s not a day to be spent arguing about the absent gods & their unearned thrones ; she’s got many thoughts , she won’t waste them on a girl who looks upon mankind in almost the same way their forefathers do . if not for the lifetimes of knowledge she can bestow upon her , dana wouldn’t bother . the goddess that holds mavis’ power has always been KINDER to her than the rest , it doesn’t mean she’ll respect her followers . ❝ sure , but you’ve a 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 on your side . can’t say the same for the rest of us . ❞
“i still want to talk about reverse centaurs it’s in my rights,” he says after he swallows the food in his mouth.
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ her fork pushes food around a full plate , scoff falling from her lips . ❝ i’m gonna level with you , i don’t think you deserve rights to talk . ❞
hecatomb festivities were amongst mavis’s least favourite , replayed each fall for hundreds of years . the nervousness of young demigods was palpable —- a combination of anticipation of their parents’ possible appearance and the heady uncertainty that settled around the obviously improbable demigod sacrifice . mavis’s nose is partially wrinkled at the scent of it all , overwhelming . clutching her goblet of tea closer to her torso , dark eyes watch those that move past her . the offerings this year had been underwhelming —- as usual . stepping just far enough outside of the mess hall’s doorway for her feet to touch grass , mavis kicks off her hunter - issue combat boots —- casting her gaze upwards and locking eyes with the nearest living being as she peels off her socks . ❛ did your parent show up , or are you amongst the ranks of the disappointed youth ? ❜
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ a drachma taken from collection , silver in color it weaves between nimble fingers as strands of onyx locks falls into a pale face . she doesn’t enjoy hecatomb ( she thinks she used to , but it’s all foggy - what was life here before the war really like ? if asked , she wouldn’t have a firm answer ) , when told of the coming festivities , she had made plans to run away - for real . she should’ve followed through , through eyes of dismay she watches her peers mingle with excitement - whispers of the arrived gods , laughs of the demigod to be ‘ brutally ’ sacrificed . if not given to the gods , she’d ask herself to be the sacrifice . the hunter exits the mess hall , kicks off her boots while a judgmental eyebrow raises . her coin is pocketed before arms cross & she purses her lips in response . ❝ i’m disappointed any of them showed up at all , actually . ❞ she hums in response , kicks dirt as she looks away from mavis . ❝ why bother at all ? ❞
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・ 。 ◟ where there’s war , there are often remnants of pain . agony shed away like a second skin , she’s listened as preparations are made ; sacrifices are planned while she’s watched from the sidelines , a dripping pomegranate in her hands . there were whispers this year , spoken through gritted teeth as lips formed fake smiles , shaking hands pushing back strands of hair to wipe away the dirt of war . “ maybe they’ll 𝒂𝒍𝒍 show up . ” one of her siblings had said , a trace of hope still left in her frail voice . she hadn’t spoken much since the war , fourteen & forced to face her worst fears in the battle . “ i mean , we fought for them , we won , their children DIED . if there was ever an occasion ... ” dana had shaken her head quietly while the cabin had grown silent . someone said a quiet ‘ yeah , maybe ’ & everyone had gone about their nightly routines . she had laughed that night , at the thought of the olympians being unselfish enough to show their faces ; the wisest among their peers , everyone in cabin six knew that night - no matter how brave , how strong , how many sacrifices made in their names - the gods are selfish . this war was fatal & lethal for the demigod children they had chosen to bear , it meant nothing to them . the divine twelve wouldn’t be showing , they’d watch from a distance & forget the names of the children who had died for them .
sat in the back as sacrifices were burned , nimble fingers flipped an ancient drachma between her digits while an entertained smirk plays on sour lips . how devout , the followers with metaphorical robes & daggers hanging on their heads as they participate in pagan rituals ; a book of a year’s worth of blueprints thrown into a fire to appease a goddess who’s never given her approval , a waste of talent given to a demigod who deserves better . the half gods of camp half blood look down upon beasts , unaware that they themselves are MAENADS in their own ways . lost in dedicated worship , their tears are bloody while they cast dead bodies into abandoned altars , they spit on monsters with soiled blindfolds wrapped around their eyes - pitiful , while they scrap for survival & praise gods that could change the entire world if they wanted to . both cursed & blessed with knowledge , dana would rather lose her sight than blindly follow olympians who wear hubris as armor . a knife to her own eyes , rather than burn a sacrifice that won’t mean anything to primitive gods ; 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 rather than bend a knee to golden beings that appear only when convenient to them . when they finally arrive at camp she holds back a cackle of distaste , she lets the blood drawn by her own teeth rest on her tongue while watching pious campers kneel at the feet of giants . they’d step on camp as quickly as they’d turn a blind eye to a desperate prayer .
she looks apollo in the eye as she passes . keeps her hand on the hilt of her dagger ( as if she’s capable of assassinating a god - 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 in the way she embraces the betrayal of brutus with her fingers wrapped around a deadly weapon ) while she brandishes a scar left by him . her peers mingle with godhood as she leaves , turns a blind eye to the beings that have never earned her respect . they don’t have to earn respect , she’s heard , they’re gods , they automatically get respect . she dares them to incinerate her for her disrespect ( she longs for it , finds her penance in life ) , spits on their sacrifices before reentering the forest that’s always felt more like home . she finds comfort in the darkness , runs her hands on the bellies of beasts that lick her palms for treats ; 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖗 , she’s found more family in the forsaken than she ever has with the sun - blessed . dark clothes let her blend into her surroundings , head kept down as the sounds of festivities fall away from always - alert ears . but left in silence , she can still hears the pleas of her siblings , the quiet prayers sent from bunk - beds that they think nobody else can hear . left to stray , witnessed deaths of comrades & siblings alike , they want comfort . dana’s listened to their cries for the last three months , watched from a corner as tears are wiped away to show a proud smile - they’re victorious , but with war comes an unprecedented amount of anguish . grief that the gods will never know , distance is their way of coping , but all children want are parents . smartest beings to grace the earth , yet lacking in the intellect they praise themselves for . athena turns her back on her children , dana’s siblings can hear her quiet ‘ i told you so ’ in their dreams .
she’ll keep it to herself , she decides . there isn’t much hatred held toward her own kind , despite the venom she spits to anyone that tends to get close . she hurts more than she appears to , but she’ll lie down on her own sword before she shows the cracks that run along marble skin to her peers . sat by zeus’s fist , her hands run over fallen stones that seal a labyrinth entrance . it’s gone now , a maze tied to a life force that kept it ever living , ever expanding . how simple life had been when the great inventor had been on their side ; she never got to meet him , never got the opportunity to know him , but she supposes he had made the right decision in the end . he sided with the winners , but daedalus - not a son of the sea , but he had had the ability to shift the tides of war . whichever way he sided , he would’ve chosen the winners . gaze cast skyward , dana looks upon the constellations with a bead of regret embedded into her skin ; how different life would be if the gods were a little kinder . would she rather be feared or loved ? they had chosen feared , dana would choose to be loved .
fernanda tells herself that the HECATOMB will be a little less overwhelming next year ─ even if the thought of her father not coming by makes her just the tiniest bit sad. occasions like the hecatomb isn’t something feranda is used to, remembering how she spent almost every holiday BY HERSELF. it’s not exactly like the thanksgiving back home, but it is something. escaping the madness of the event for a bit, fernanda isn’t expecting dana to acknowledge her as she walks by. her eyebrows raise in question while turning toward the other demigod, though the answer that comes to mind isn’t immediate. she’s not opposed to saying yes, is already AIMLESSLY walking around the camp, but it still doesn’t hurt to egg dana on a bit. “does this mean if i go fetch two glasses of wine and come back to give it to you, you’re willing to hang out with me?” she knows what the answer will be before the other demigod even gives it to her, however, the cheesy grin doesn’t drop from her face. “i’ll even try to sneak in a third glass.”
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ VILLAINOUS , she asks a new camper who emits sunshine as she does naivety . the innocence that’s still present in fernanda’s features is remnant of those that used to be captured inside her own ; it reminds dana of every demigod who’s walked into the hermes cabin expecting home , only to be left forgotten & told to collect dust . she asks the kind one for a favor because she knows she’ll get what she wants , because people like her still see the kindness in the world . they look to olympus & see saviors instead of traitors , look out among a war torn camp to see the healing instead of seeing the wounds that won’t ever close . but , she lets a smile grace her lips ( though , it lacks genuineness - a trained liar , though , she manages to pass it off just barely enough ) at fernanda’s words . more a listener than a talker these days , she’ll gladly hang out with her - if not just to waste time listening to her questions & theories about life as a demigod . ❝ of course . in the spirit of hecatomb , i’ll even hang out with you all night , answer any strange questions you may have about this life . ❞
( 🍓 . ) the only thing that could make these festivities better was a pretty girl . lily is three sheets to the wind as she takes it upon herself to approach dana - immediately securing herself a place by her side . she’s almost … too cute while drunk , leaning her head on her shoulder as she offers her a glass full of punch . no alcohol , of course - lily isn’t going to get in trouble with dionysus . ❛ it’s a shame that they don’t sacrifice the prettiest maiden to the gods anymore . you look too good for your own good . ❜ a pause . then a grimace . ❛ that was meant to be a compliment . i didn’t do too well , did i ? ❜ @ichorhalf·
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ festivities are best celebrated by ones who have things to celebrate . dana’s not had much to celebrate in a long time , locked away any of her happiness in a trunk that no longer has a key ; what is there to celebrate in the face of defeat ? but lily approaches her in the midst of it all , a glass of non - alcoholic liquid in her hands ( which , is another bone dana can pick with dinoysus - that he’s alright with sending teenagers to their deaths for him , but not alright with a twenty year old sneaking a sip of cherry wine ) & garners a smile onto dana’s lips with her words . ❝ you did perfect , lil . it was kind of , sweet , actually . ❞ she takes the glass gingerly , running a palm through her hair .
☄ ❝ yeah, it’s not that bad. ❞ it’s hard not to feel a little guilty. well, it’s not exactly guilt, so to say. but there seems to be this expectation around camp that you have to adopt the attitude of hating your parent. sure, being a demigod can definitely suck some times. but tons of kids only have one parent. and tons of kids that have two parents certainly wish they didn’t. at the end of the day, you just have to pick yourself up and do the best with what you have.
❝i know. i honestly wish hypnos was the kind of god who’d go around adopting other demigods. took his sweet time claiming me but at least he pops in to say hi. i’m joking but i do appreciate it when i look at the others. ❞ ash is quiet for a moment, then knocks her wrist against dana’s. ❝ i’m sorry your mum didn’t show up. ❞
▒▒▒ [ 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑾𝑳 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ] ↝ she can appreciate the sorrow - the guilt that comes from having a parent that’s at least shown a little care . dana’s not had it for almost a ; decade , she’s long since gotten over what she used to crave for . when do the gods look upon their children & feel love ? there’s poison that bubbles in the back of her throat , sour words that threaten to spill from parted lips in response to the girl , but she swallows them down instead .
her head shakes , features remain stoic while her tongue swipes over her lips . ; ❝ seriously , don’t be . i don’t want her here , ; 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 - even your father . ; ❞ she explains , head held in place . ; ❝ sorry . ; ❞
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・ 。 ◟ there’s foolishness that’s written into tear stained cheeks , but she remains seated on the steps of her cabin with red rimmed eyes while festivities take place . most of the cabins are empty , people love their gods & their excuses to get drunk on godly wine ; dana , can still remember her last hecatomb at camp - before everything turned to shit & she was left with a sour reminder . grey eyes steel , focus waning in & out of the green while she thinks of a reason ( any reason at all ) to 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 ( she’s been thinking since the day began , there hasn’t been a single one yet ) . ❝ i think mr. d’s giving out some wine in the mess hall . ❞ she says to a passing camper . ❝ & i know i haven’t done much , but could you get me a glass or two ? ❞
☄ out of everyone in the camp, ash probably had the most relaxed relationship with her godly parent. after all, he was a pretty chill guy, and she never really had the same resentment and abandonment issues as the rest of the campers. so when he rocked up to the hetacomb, sure, they chatted for a while, but really, what is there to talk about? ‘yeah i’ve just been sleeping really, you?’ ‘sleeping.’ so whilst others were avoiding or yelling at their parents, ash had an awkward thirty minute catch up and then ditched the old man to find literally anyone else.
❝so does anyone want to like, i dont know, borrow my dad for parent day? because, like…. i mean, i’m not using him, you know? ❞
・ 。 ◟ there had been chatter among the wisest , a false rumor born from hope that athena would show this year & spill some knowledge upon her children . a nightmare , for dana , the way her lip curled when the cabin was ultimately disappointed again was devilish . the best goddess of them all , hubris writes itself on her as much as it does her children ; to ever think that athena would show , or even help them was to think like a child .
she looks aside to her , chewing the inside of her cheek softly as she ponders her question . ❝ i’m okay . never had a dad , i don’t think i need one . t's nice you've got a cool enough relationship with your dad , though , you know how many kids would KILL to have that ? ❞
