[ It almost surprises him how little he resists the way that Clarisse has taken control of this situation. She 'buckles' herself in, and while Percy concedes that he had suggested she hold onto him while he takes them across the distance between landmass to landmass, it's the manner of her attitude that continues to be ... different.
He supposes if she really had some nefarious plan in mind, she wouldn't wait until they crossed the ocean to have it come to fruition. Neither of them have ever been terribly good with waiting, or with plans; the fire and the ocean aren't exactly the most controlled elements when allowed freedom.
And he's about halfway in between the mainland and the Isle, cutting through waves of icy-cold saltwater without a drop of it getting either of them wet, before it even occurs to Percy that she'd called him 'Jackson'.
Why didn't that faze him right away? It's not his name.
It's ... not even familiar. ]
Why did you call me that? [ he asks, once they've made it across. He looks towards the little island, studying it for their next move, before he crouches a little to let her down. ]
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He supposes if she really had some nefarious plan in mind, she wouldn't wait until they crossed the ocean to have it come to fruition. Neither of them have ever been terribly good with waiting, or with plans; the fire and the ocean aren't exactly the most controlled elements when allowed freedom.
And he's about halfway in between the mainland and the Isle, cutting through waves of icy-cold saltwater without a drop of it getting either of them wet, before it even occurs to Percy that she'd called him 'Jackson'.
Why didn't that faze him right away? It's not his name.
It's ... not even familiar. ]
Why did you call me that? [ he asks, once they've made it across. He looks towards the little island, studying it for their next move, before he crouches a little to let her down. ]