#sofia perseide

Missed her gentle smile and the way the pearls woven into her clothing and hair would clink together like little rain droplets. Missed how her dark curls would tickle his cheek or her laugh would warm his heart. Missed how she would take his hands and dance with him as his father smiled down on them in genuine joy.

He would wrap himself in stolen items and imagine even after all these centuries they still smelled like her. Would got to the monument his father had built in her honor on his home in Olympus.

But at least he had things to remind him of his mother.

Asclepius missed his sister.

Missed Sofia’s fierce protectiveness. The way her brows would scrunch when he or Dionysus would say something incredibly stupid. Missed how when he was young she would tie cloth so he could curl close to her as she used a walking stick to steady herself. Missed how she would brush his curls and hum gentle songs when he was sad. How she’d sit and allow him to bounce ideas off her, giving advice when needed and staying quiet when she knew he could figure it out on his own. Missed how she would dance barefoot and her smile would become vicious before she verbally eviscerated someone.

Zeus had banned any statues being made in her image after her death, stating it would bastardize her birth to sculpt her likeness after death. Asclepius couldn’t help but think he feared her coming to be once more.

It didn’t help that Sofia had never sat still long enough to be painted more than a handful of times. She’d always been on the move, as though she knew her time was short. Asclepius had attributed that to the Elder Python bite she’d gotten when she turned fifteen and her body had stopped aging as well due to the precarious balance it took to keep it from burning through her ichor and the Styx waters in her veins.

Her personal effects had been destroyed long ago by the Roman’s when they’d attempted to chain her before father had stepped in. Alas, it had been too late. The Roman’s retaliated by minimizing any myths involving her. Removing her name from her various achievements. If they could not have her they would ensure no one would remember her.

It had left Asclepius with precious little to remember his older sister. The middle of his mother’s godly children. The only one born a god, the only one born a girl.

He stared at Percy Jackson lying prone on the bed, the scorpion strike in the exact place his mother had once held a scar. Blinked at the little blonde girl who refused to love from her bedside, screeching and scratching when someone tried to move her.

The longing deepened.

Sophia was crafted by the goddess she would call mother and blessed with divinity thrice more before taking form. She was baked in the hearth, cooled in the dread river of oath, and clothed by the sun.

She was thrice blessed, and twice loved. Named by her mother, the Forseeing Athenide, and granted her first epithet by her grandfather, the Ennosigaios.”

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Or chapter one of the Perseide AU is out.

and then of course the usually disney character botch, where sofia is used as the right hand woman for hercules, a passing fling introduce in the animated show as the show often used prominent female figures from the myths as love interests, or the love interest he ends up with instead of meg. then of course this ends up starting a pattern in modern media of using Sofia Perseide as the ultimate love interest instead of Perse Athenide because the media love to portray Apollo and Perse as these perfect loving parents that are perhaps a bit too protective of their daughter.

Oh there are definitely characters inspired after Sofia Perseide including, but not not limited to: young Leia (older Leia is 100% Perseleia but Kenobi series Leia is Sofia inspired), Sophie from mama Mia (Perse is Donna in this verse) , Odette, Sofia the First, live action sleeping beauty , Dana Scully from x files and Buffy Summers

But no one can pin point why these characters share commonalities or feel like they’re based off someone they should know. Sofia (Annabeth) inspires so much but she’s denied the acknowledgment that they are based off her. Only her family and the gods remember her because while she was a daddy’s girl she was her mother’s daughter and men didn’t want to believe the Athenide had a child herself outside of the aide she gave to others. After all Perseleia was a virgin goddess, and while Sofia wasn’t made through a loss of that she didn’t become something great like others did. She didn’t become an Olympian, and her stories weren’t grand enough for some people. Her role was diminished until she stopped entering the narrative all together.

Hercules the animated series bastardizes a bit of her birth myth in the Dream Date episode. Galatea may be modeled after Perse but the statue was way too close to home for Apollo. There’s other episodes where characters are representing Sofia, for example Helen of Troy. Maybe they add a character in the episode with Theseus but even then they do her DIRTY.

But in stories that have two loving parents and a daughter most of the time Apollo and Perse are the parents: Hotel Transylvania (Mavis is Sofia and the parents are Apollo and Perse), Mulan, Tangled the Series (because the movie is Perse 100%), Bob’s Burgers (she’s Louise), The Incredibles.

So Sofia DOES inspire characters, but no one can ever truly connect it back to her because history is told by the victors and if Apollo wouldn’t let Rome have his daughter no one could. Rome made sure to destroy any mention or indication of Sofia Perseide sans Libertas and even then she wasn’t one of their major gods.

The beach blonde curls and waves were so hauntingly familiar. The gentle sun-kissed cheeks and the smile with oddly sharp canine teeth. The coloration of the skin and the way the child moved was so achingly familiar.

If it weren’t for her eyes, grey like the pearls Perseleia had placed in the initial sculpture, Athena would’ve thought she was looking at-

“Pallas.” Poseidon’s voice appeared beside her. The sea god was looking at his granddaughter with the same bone deep ache as Athena. “She looks just like Pallas, except for the eyes. That means she looks strikingly similar to your mother, my wife’s beloved sister.”

Perseleia’s stormy green eyes stared at her through her uncle’s face.

“You will swear on the Styx you will not hurt her in the way you hurt both of them, unintentional as it was.” And the wisdom goddess wanted to be mad, but when the grey eyed granddaughter ran at Ttiton and squealed as he lifted her up she begrudgingly understood where the other was coming from.

“You cheated!” She moaned, and if the little demigod didn’t resemble his sister so much he would’ve turned the little menace into a dolphin and sent her to stew in the lake.

But she did, look like his sister.

“Whatever you say Arabella Cheddar.” He snorted shuffling the cards for the next round.

“That’s not my name. My name is Annabeth Sofia Chase!” She stated proudly and Dionysus stopped mid shuffle.

Sofia was her name. His mother’s sculpted child. His father’s, the one who stepped up and of which he only referred to as father in the confines of his own mind, painted daughter. And this child who looked so much like her, who sounded so much like her, was staring at him with pearl grey eyes and hair all but glowing and wearing his sister’s name.

“Like I care.” The god of madness responded. Though it was a lie. A terrible, horrible lie. Because he did care. He cared very much that the little unclaimed child was pouting in the exact way his sister had. The exact way his mother had.

He missed them both dearly.