( it's less resistance than she expected, which she's silently grateful for — she doesn't want to have to start a fight about this, but she will as a last resort, if it comes to that. )
Just — trust me. Okay? ( no, she isn't going to elaborate. that's where the trust part comes in. she steels her gaze as if to say after everything we've been through, you're not drawing the line here, are you? but she's also not taking no for an answer, and percy has always been easier to push around than annabeth. she tugs on his arm, pulling him toward the shoreline. ) Come on, Prissy Pants. ( which is strikingly not something god-clarisse would call him or has ever called him. she isn't bothering to keep up any pretenses. she's addressing him exactly the way she would address (well, needle) the real percy. ) Don't worry about the cultists. They won't bother us.
( she knows this because she's already been over there, convinced the locals to help her build something important and fuck off for a while, and they'd agreed because they could sense her connection to the singularity or whatever the fuck, and she hadn't corrected them about being one of the summoned-turned-gods because she needed their help, and they had been humbled and honored and clarisse had tried not to gag while they constructed her design with such reverence — but percy doesn't need to know all that. )
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Just — trust me. Okay? ( no, she isn't going to elaborate. that's where the trust part comes in. she steels her gaze as if to say after everything we've been through, you're not drawing the line here, are you? but she's also not taking no for an answer, and percy has always been easier to push around than annabeth. she tugs on his arm, pulling him toward the shoreline. ) Come on, Prissy Pants. ( which is strikingly not something god-clarisse would call him or has ever called him. she isn't bothering to keep up any pretenses. she's addressing him exactly the way she would address (well, needle) the real percy. ) Don't worry about the cultists. They won't bother us.
( she knows this because she's already been over there, convinced the locals to help her build something important and fuck off for a while, and they'd agreed because they could sense her connection to the singularity or whatever the fuck, and she hadn't corrected them about being one of the summoned-turned-gods because she needed their help, and they had been humbled and honored and clarisse had tried not to gag while they constructed her design with such reverence — but percy doesn't need to know all that. )