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We know from Vrel on the blog that Bailey and Eden had a friend with green eyes that Bailey was genuinely in love with and still not fully over??

But my brain was thinking,,, out from Bailey's dialogue about the PC always being the best looking little shit (or whatever the wording was precisely) low key suggesting the PC to be Bailey's type,,

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Theo fell asleep once more, drifting off into a deep sleep… the black behind his eyelids took form into a scene.

Two shadows faced each other uncertainly, the background blurry, but reminiscent of the arena at Camp Jupiter.

The first shadow drew closer - Reyno. The Worse Reyno, the one with more fur, those awful claws, the shadowed face that seemed to always obscure an eye- the other one, some no-name legionnaire.

Without warning, Reyno lunged at the second person, claws out, snarling, teeth bared - it was over before it begun. At least he’d made it quick. His dark eye looked down at the ground as his chest heaved, the first person lying in a puddle of blood, the sun reflecting off it in a way that looked almost beautiful, too uncanny for the scene.

Reyno made direct eye contact, a quick knowing look before the scene faded into black.

Instead of fading away, it faded into another familiar face. Cole. Except, she was aware, she knew you were here, and she had something to tell you.

“Get away from the camps, get everyone you know away from them-! Please! I don’t know exactly what they’re gonna do, I know it’s gonna be bad, I’ve seen it, I know what’ll happen, THEY'RE GONNA-“ he coughed up green smoke before falling to the ground, as the dream(s) faded out completely.

Theo was used to having bad dreams, he just didn't expect to see Reyno more often in them. Usually he was reliving awful memories in his dreams, so technically it was just all nightmares- it's why he could never sleep a full night anymore.

He didn't like what he was seeing, he wanted to stop it- he really did. But all he could do was stand there and do nothing like the idiot he is. He wished he knew what to do, he wished he had someone to help him, someone to guide him, someone to tell him what the solution to this entire thing is- since clearly he was too dumb to figure it out on his own.

Should he go to Camp Jupiter to try and snap Rey out of it? Should he stay in the palace and do nothing? People will hate him either way, probably. He can't win- he won't be able to do anything even if he tried, and he knew that. He was just a pathetic loser, wasn't he?

Gods, he wished this wouldn't be happening. And in pride month of all months! I mean, just what the hell? Couldn't it have waited until people were done celebrating being alive and being queer at the same time? The lack of thoughtfulness is just apalling!

When he woke up, he almost screamed. Almost. Good thing he's learned to be silent through living with his birth parents for the first fourteen years of his life, but gods did he feel awful about this. Because no matter what he does, he'll do something wrong. And all he could think or say in that moment was one word: