#anthcs

𝐖𝐀𝐒 there  anything  worse  than  this?  so  long  had  he  tried  to  stay  out  of  the  affairs  of  gods  that  it  damn  near  sent  him  mad;  so  long  had  he  abandoned  the  needs  and  cares  of  his  divine  mother  so  that  he  may  have  some  semblance  of  normalcy  in  his  life.  not  that  such  a  blessing  was  ever  truly  his  to  claim:  normalcy  was  not  going  to  be  given  to  any  of  them,  irregardless  of  parentage  or  allegiance.  soldier  of  kronos,  marching  camp  counselor,  it  made  no  difference.  the  gods  would  see  them  all  as  playthings.  

fine  then.  he  had  no  inherent  qualm  with  this.  the  gods  would  see  them  all  as  toys  and  trinkets,  pets  to  be  loved  and  mourned  for  but  a  day  when  they  inevitably  died,  if  they  were  mourned  at  all.  it  was  not  his  place  to  rebuke  them  for  that.  they  weren’t  people.  he  could  not  fall  into  that  eternal  trap  of  believing  that  they  could  love  like  humans  when  they  were  so  infallibly  above  them.

he  was  merely  lucky  that  pamon  hadn’t  grown  too  big.  secured  in  the  form  of  a  saint  bernard  by  the  mist  as  it  was,  the  black-and-gold  dragon  had  made  itself  comfortable  by  his  side.  trips  to  new  york  were  infrequent  at  best  and  loathsome  at  worst,  but  it  was  nice  enough  to  go  about  and  browse  the  stores.  sometimes  someone  would  look  at  pamon  for  a  moment  and  he  would  catch  himself  almost  asking  if  they  saw  what  he  truly  was,  but  then  they  would  ask  to  pet  the  large  animal  and  his  question  would  die  on  his  tongue.  

the  trip  wasn’t  pointless.  there  was  a  reason  for  it:  an  interview.  if  he  could  change  jobs  to  work  the  EMT  circuit  within  new  york,  he  would  certainly  get  more  chances  to  help  people.  demigods.  anybody  who  needed  it.  

he  turned  a  corner  and  had  just  enough  time  to  suck  in  a  breath  before  colliding  with  someone.  pamon  took  to  growling  near  immediately,  hackles  raised  and  -  ‘neath  the  mist  -  golden  eyes  flaring  in  offense  as  though  the  collision  hadn’t  been  his  master’s  fault.  

❛  ah,  sorry.  you  alright  ??  ❜  

@anthcs // starter call

❝ you sure you're a daughter of demeter? for a second there, i could have sworn you sounded like a daughter of aphrodite.❞ she's already rolled her eyes once and she has to fight the impulse to do so a second time, lips instead curling downwards into a grimace of irritation. ❝ don't tell me you actually believe in that stuff?❞

see, this is exactly why she finds the atmosphere at camp half-blood to be so suffocating! under chiron's tutelage, a mindset has been instilled in most campers that she finds to be dangerously idealistic. everyone here feels so safe and secure within the boundaries of camp that they allow themselves to believe in silly ideas and principles that have no grounding in the real world.

"hello, sweetie," she said softly, extending a hand to katie so she might join her mother in the dirt. "its great to see you. how has camp been? are you eating enough? are you happy?"

she wished she were there under different circumstances. but urgent matters could wait just a little while longer, so she might catch up with her daughter.

@anthcs​ gets a starter!  ( inej for katie )

@anthcs liked for a smol starter!

The borders of the Camp hold, for now, although the much smaller drakon Peleus guarding the tree bearing the Golden Fleece looks very nervous. And he has every right to look nervous with a massive drakon a good four to five times his size yowling on just the other side of the hill. Nico doesn’t like to think about how the Triumvirate might have gotten a hold of a giant drakon like that, but it’s certainly a more pleasant thought than what the drakon might end up doing to all of them if it manages to break inside.

And he opens his mouth to respond that yes, he knows what the creature is, but he catches a look at Katie’s face and the words die on his lips. The borders will hold for now-- he has more pressing things to worry about. “Katie?” he tries carefully, not wanting to scare her, but trying to get her to look away from the monster. It might seem silly to think that looking away from something, closing your eyes like a child hiding under a blanket, can sometimes help at times like this, but at least it might help bring her back to the present instead of whatever dark path her mind has taken her down. Nico knows something about dark rememberings. “Katie,” he tries again before placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’m right here. Can you look at me?”

He hadn’t been there during the fight with the drakon at the battle of Olympus, but he’d heard some of the other campers tell stories about it. Nico even managed to get a couple stories out of Will, whispered quietly together when the son of Apollo was feeling particularly reflective. It wasn’t often that Nico got to hear Will talk about former battles, former patients. He knew there was supposed to be some separation between doctor and patient, a way to keep a professional distance, but it was hard when almost every patient had been related to Will in some way, and the Apollo Cabin, just like every other cabin at Camp, lost so many during that battle.

“today... i choose VIOLENCE.”

INCOMING MESSAGE.

@anthcs​ said:   

[ text ] be a little more careful next time [ text ] i worry about you sometimes [ text ] actually, often is more accurate, but still.