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Meme: What’s in a meme? – @offaiisms

Nico shot Frank a look. Of anybody, why on earth was the guy coming to him and saying this? First of all, it was obvious the guy liked his sister, and as far as Nico was concerned, anybody interested in Hazel ought to fear him first and discuss inadequacies later. (Not that Hazel couldn’t take care of herself, but the point stood.) And second of all, boy howdy, there were a lot of inadequacies, or at least Frank thought he had a lot of inadequacies.

Pretty much everything the guy did could be followed by a ‘sorry’ and not be out of place–from the way he stood, to the way he spoke. Frank was one of those guys that grew like a beanpole and then spent the rest of their lives learning how to live like a beanpole. And his voice too. He must have gone through a very rough patch when his voice change happened because now he spoke as if he was afraid of scaring people. Unless he always talked like that.

Shaking his head, Nico snorted a little.

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[ GIANT CANADIAN DAD SCREAMING AND CHANTING ABOUT SAFETY. ]

~~Percy knew he shouldn’t have been as blunt as he was in giving the others the report of their friend’s passing. It hadn’t been fair and it certainly didn’t work to make the pain any less prominent. But even as his gaze brushed over the reddened eyes of those that were present- the son of Poseidon knew that this news in particular was not something they should be stalling. Annabeth had specifically told him to lighten the blow by informing them of their victory on the opposite end of the river first, knowing fairly well of the harsh reaction that might be received, if he were to do otherwise. She had good intentions, that much was clear, but with every agonizing step back to the Argo- Percy would find himself growing more and more agitated. He just couldn’t take it anymore. They all deserved to better than false hope. 

And currently, while he still had the attention of the remaining demigods- with the exception of Jason, Nico and Reyna who had gone off to fight their own battle- the exhausted Poseidon boy would divert his gaze towards the ground, forcing himself to be steady and strong. For everyone else. For Jason, who would have to hear this from him later on.

More importantly- For Piper. 

The daughter of Aphrodite who had given up her life to save her friends. 

The thought on its own would cause for Percy to have to clench his fists in order to keep from shaking. If anything- HE should have been the one to take the hit, not her. He was the child of the prophecy, after all, and he would have gladly taken her place, if only he had been given the chance to. Just a few seconds longer and maybe he could’ve- ...Maybe she would still be here. But now...It was too late.

Piper Mclean had died a hero. And Camp Half-blood, along with the world, needed to know that. 

“Piper...,” his voice came out hoarse, as his eyes trailed slowly back up to meet with Frank’s. “It’s...It’s Piper.”

A pause.

                               “Annabeth and Hazel are with her. We should-...”

He couldn’t even finish getting his words out. Percy knew damn well that Jason should be there too, but he had no idea where the blond even was. So instead of continuing, the Poseidon boy would just stare at the son of Mars, silently hoping that he understood what they needed to do. 

are you a mean girl?