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[sophos]

Who: annabeth chase + perhaps you!
When: post emergence event, mid may into mid june
Where: thorne, the horizon, nocwich
What: post event stuff & catch all
Warnings: none right now! will add if/as needed!



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We can work on it together. [ A ghost of a smile appears on his face. ] They're from my galaxy after all.

[ Annabeth's question is exactly what he expects it to be and she isn't the first to ask him that since they'd woken up from that dream. A part of him isn't surprised to recall that he'd gone by several different monikers during their time as gods. In that sense it made it no different from his life now.

Common sense tells him that he should insist that he be referred to as Alyx but there's no point in it now. But in the same breath, if people knew now that his name was Cassian then what was the point in trying to hide it from the Summoned? Especially someone like Annabeth who had shared history with. For her to call him anything else feels...odd.

He can appreciate the idea that there's power in names. But he's tossed his aside so many times that it's easy to forget that's the case. ]

You can call me Cassian. That's my name. But I'd prefer to called Alyx in public.

[ There's a pause. ]

...Thank you for asking. [ And then because it almost feels too serious - ] Is that your way of telling me that your name isn't Annabeth?

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[ something very small brightens in her at the offer. like it's more proof he's not really going anywhere. ] Yeah. We could do that.

[ annabeth waits with a surprising amount of nerves for his answer to his name, because she hadn't been lying about the meaning and power behind them. she wants to know him as cassian, not a pseudonym, but she absolves to respect whatever he decides. she can do that much for him. so when he tells her she can keep calling him cassian, it feels like a bubble of tension in her deflates. she nods, very seriously, though a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. ]

Alyx in public. I can do that. [ cassian when it's just them implies, again, they'll spend more time together, and she doesn't quite want to vocalize it, like it could be snatched away just as quickly. ]

[ but then she snorts, rolling her eyes. ] No, I'm only Annabeth. Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena.

[ not that it means anything to him, but given the name topic, she feels compelled to include it. he shared and allowed his real name for her - it's like the least she can do. ]

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[ Her brightness is as slight as his own can be, but he senses it all the same. And that is ultimately keeps that ghost of a smile on his face that much longer, warmth lingering in the air long after it actually dissipates.

She is right in saying that that name means nothing to him. All the intricates and the power that mark Athena as a goddess to be feared and in awe of are lost on him. However, he understands what saying it means. It's an extension of trust. Something that they'd both had an unwavering amount of in the dream. The regret he has about cracking some of her dearly yearned future still lingers and has been by no means forgotten; and while he's gotten better at apologizing for things he's done, he's not certain if he wants to bring it back up now. Not when it feels like they've been dancing around the topic the entire time or that she wants to address it at all.

For a moment he regards her before extending a hand to shake - almost like a way of starting over. ]

Cassian Jeron Andor. Son of Maarva and Clem Andor.

[ They were not gods. They had been people, flawed as humans were, but no less important to him. He hopes that Annabeth will hear that in what goes left unsaid. ]

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[ he gives his full name, and it surprises her so much that there's an awkward delay before she realizes he's offering his hand out to shake alongside it. she shoves her own out and clasps his hand, and it's very likely he'll feel the callouses in her palm. she shakes it firmly, but without any testing. it's almost affectionate, despite herself. ]

Thank you, for trusting me with your name.

[ and with his parents. she hears it and recognizes the certain level of gravity that comes with sharing that much of himself, because - well, it might be like a re-introduction, but annabeth still knows a lot about cassian and knows that he is certainly not effusive. he hoards secrets like a weapon, and to be trusted with this one means a lot to her. ]

[ she doesn't feel the need to add her own father's name in kind. ]

wrap soon? 💕

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[ Awkward pauses aren't typically enough to make him feel awkward in turn. But perhaps because she's younger, or because of their supposed shared history, he feels it creep at the edges of his own typical steady nature. Thankfully neither of them have to sit in it for very long. He returns her handshake, strong and steady before letting go, the callouses not going unnoticed. ]

Thank you for trusting me with yours. And the name of your mother.

[ He sticks his resolve about asking no further questions about her despite the twinge of curiosity that wants him to. Most of the time he can leave things alone - but he finds himself wanting to learn more about Annabeth; to compare what he knew to what is actually true. To learn what is fact from fiction. That will come in time though.

Antoni breaks the silence, letting out another bray as he begins to trudge off further into Annabeth's domain. Bee lets out a somewhat startled sound before trundling off after the bantha, apparently taking it upon himself to be his keeper. Cassian watches them both before letting out a somewhat fond sigh. ]

I think Antoni helped himself to a tour. Can I tag along?

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[ suddenly she is very overwhelmed. annabeth is... happy that cassian seemingly wants to stick around and glad that they both seem to feel a little awkward about everything, but there's still a lot to process. she pulls her hand back as he does and tries not to fidget. processing her emotions is definitely not always her strong suit. ]

[ trust. sometimes annabeth thinks she trusts too easily and sometimes she thinks she's far too wary. she's still figuring out the best middle ground for herself. thankfully, antoni's noises give her something else to focus on beyond her scrambling emotions. ]

[ she watches the bantha meander off with a certain fondness in her expression, only to startle herself as bee takes off after it with noise of his own. she lets out a puff of a laugh before she nods at cassian, already agreeing to a tour without even thinking about it. ]

He'll probably like the strawberry fields. I can show you.