it’s no question that Percy looks like Poseidon but can you imagine being Thalia Grace spending years and years remembering your brother as the teeny tiny toddler he was when he died only to have him find you a decade and a half later and when you look at him you don’t see your brother you see your father. stern and cold and severe. and you see your mother. beautiful and proud and burdened.
you look at your brother and instead of seeing the rosy, chubby cheeks of a kid who adored you, you see remnants of the parents who disappointed you.
as someone who also has shitty parents, whenever i look at my sister i see her and no one else thus in my heart i see thalia looking at her brother and seeing just him.
#like yes she looks like them but she looks like herself too#she’s entirely different in style and hair#our mom is blonde and my sister has black hair#she does inherently look like me#our siblings#and our parents#but she looks so different at the same time#she doesn’t have the same stress or anxiety that any of us have#she achieved this way of peace that whenever i look at her i see just her#she has an ease#she glows constantly because she’s found out how to be okay#i feel like thalia grace and my sister as jason because yes#she looks like our dad#but her heart is so big that she DOESN’T look like him#y’know how someone who’s depressed looks different than someone happy?#the wears in the face of time#she’s the same way#i see jason as this free spirit#he’s so different from his father#of course he has some similarities but it’s different#he looks like himself
