#thalassus

I saw a photo challenge on Instagram (bjdradio had some posts on it) and this week was themed around enjoying the spring blooms!

Yeah well it started snowing.

So instead of everyone enjoying the spring blooms, I've got everyone deciding whether to stay in their spring clothes or haul out the winter gear again!

@thalassus​​:   "you’re planning something. you’ve got that i’m-planning-something look.” / you know damn well

      ❛    MY I’M-PLANNING-SOMETHING LOOK?     ❜  there’s a mild hint of amusement as his gaze shifts over to the taller boy. azul is unfamiliar with this particular brand of open curiosity. he does not care for the invasiveness of it all but he hasn’t deemed percy much of a threat yet to be overly concerned over the question itself. he’s mostly amused that the other is brave enough to question him considering his position of power. 

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“ it’s been too long. “ and there’s an almost awkward moment between them, mostly instigated by reyna who’s still standing like a roman praetor: straight-backed and uptight, in contrast to percy whose form always seems relaxed and easygoing. she can feel that weird bit of energy between them, friends who don’t quite know how to greet each other yet. 

/ hozy, hozier, hoziest.

      he’s not going to ask about — gods, what was his name, gabe?  he’s not going to ask how young percy was when all that mess started, but he wants to say, i know, i understand, i get it.  feeling young ought to take a mind back to safer times, because happiness is easier when all is safe and secure.  it hits him abruptly, sometimes, how young they all were when life took a sudden tilt into a nosedive, and how all the danger and uncertainty robbed them of a childhood.  percy had, if his camp adventures were anything to go by, never been fully safe, never really been allowed to be a regular kid.  neither had he; it was jarring to hear someone else say it out loud.  at a loss for words, jason simply reaches over and pulls percy into a one armed hug.

speaking of kisses unprompted // ALWAYS ACCEPTING. 

Byleth feels like it’s becoming a habit of hers to being forced into situations—or sometimes forcing her way into situations, or stumbling into those situations. She doesn’t know if it’s her, or fate, or maybe both considering she has a weirdly powerful green-haired girl present in her mind, but all she knows is that she saw Percy on his way out of the monastery with far more equipment than he would necessarily need for a stop by the town. She’d managed to catch up to him quickly enough, though he seemed reluctant to really tell her anything ( likely because he knew there was no way to convince her not to go with him upon hearing what was going on ), and she doesn’t know the specifics of the whole ordeal but she doesn’t have to; all she knows is that some people want to harm Percy, and that’s all she needs to know in order to help. Her Sunday plans are pretty set, now.                        ( as ... well as some of the others’, because it’s seriously impossible to sneak off anywhere at this monastery it seems.                                                 not that she’s super against it, she supposes. )             It’s all and all a normal fight until Percy tries to convince her to let him go to the commander himself—personally, alone. It’s not like she doesn’t understand why ( she is barging on his business, after all ), but ... she’s allowed to worry, right? And somehow it must’ve shown on her face ( or maybe he’s just gotten good at reading her? ), because that’s when he seems to toss out his half-smile and odd request.                                     A real charmer, this one is.             “... I don’t know what traditions you’ve started,” and there’s almost a smile that shows up as she gestures with her arm for him to head off in whatever direction he was planning ( under her watch, of course ).                                                 “But that one will have to wait until ... later.”