#fml .

      ` i’d like that. `

      that’s the thing about percy — it’s like he forgets, sometimes, that jason as a world of magic at his fingertips.  he could wave a hand and pull a fish directly out of the water, he could conjure one, summon one.  he could make the remaining bones of the fish swim and leap out of water as if alive, still.  percy?  doesn’t seem to take that into account.  the offer to try things the difficult way, with the promise of some quiet time spent with his new house guest — it’s enticing.

      ` i’d like that very much.  when? `  there is a setting for the door he could use ...  but would his being there track the essence of his magic out to such a peaceful place?  as always, thoughts of medea, of the oncoming war, lurk in the back of his mind.  where IS peaceful, where is quiet and serene enough to enjoy the few hours of respite with percy and his friends?

      nico, curled under jason’s jacket, snoring delicately into the couch cushions, lets out a sleepy snort.  calling jason out on his fishing endeavours, as it were.  jason nudges him with a foot, glances sidelong at percy as he does.

        it’s been weeks since she last heard from obi - wan , and though it isn’t unusual for him to fall temporarily silent ( curse of his CONSTANTLY PREOCCUPIED mind ) , it is peculiar that he’s sent his padawan , alone , to their routine consultation . the young senator’s faith in the jedi is strong , and she knows that obi - wan’s judgment is far superior to her own       however , she cannot shake the suspicion that lingers thick in his absence .