when floods they came or tides they raised — opens + closed

[seaweedbrain]

Who: percy + various
When: post-event (mid-may to mid-june)
Where: horizon, thorne, nocwich
What: a catch-all for post-event shenanigans
Warnings: will warn as needed!


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[seaweedbrain]

That’s exactly what it feels like. The universe’s worst ‘welcome to this next chapter of your life, hope you like getting your mind messed with, and oh yeah, the gods here are also crazy.’

[ Percy shrugs, but his expression doesn’t really seem to hold the same worry or seriousness that Annabeth tends to carry for both of them. It’s not that he’s really blase about it all either; he’s … definitely experienced his own fair share of really heavy stuff and most of his nights are filled with visceral reminders of such things.

It’s just … stepping outside of that for a second, the only thing he feels like he can do to avoid freaking out people he’s just trying to get to know, and maybe even be friends with, is to maybe not scare them with the terror of his reality just yet.

You’ve gotta get to +1 friendship for the horrible stuff.

Looks like there’s a chance they may get to that one-up on friendship real quick though. Wilhelm clearly isn’t shy about sharing this place’s horrors. ]

Wow. [ He looks over at the other boy. ] Another point for the welcome committee. What kinda ‘things’ were you seeing, exactly?

[ordinar]

[Hey, this place's horrors are the common ground they all walk. However disparate their lives before were, this gives them something to bond over.]

Oh, you know... [He waves his hand.] Horrifying nightmare abominations that follow you everywhere, and you don't know what it wants from you but you can guess it's probably not good.

[Two years removed, Wilhelm can talk about it like he wasn't suspended in a state of sleepless terror for days on end. New nightmares have settled into the grooves of his brain since then. Fire falling from the sky and blood on his hands. Darkness squeezing him tight and roots burrowing into his lungs, fungus devouring his flesh.

He doesn't mention that the thing chasing him wore his brother's face, waxy and wrong like it was before the coffin lid closed, but the eyes were open. He doesn't mention either that the friend he met in those strange nightmares, Jesper, begged Wilhelm to kill him as his power exploded out of control, reducing buildings to sand and people to vapor around him — and he couldn't, he just ran.

They're having a nice relaxing soak in the hot springs, after all.]