( closed ) this year taught me how it feels to be lost and ambitious

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Who: Cassian & various
When: September to October
Where: Around Thorne and the Horizon
What: Catch-all for September and October
Warnings: N/A, will update accordingly

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( closed starters below! ↓ reach out on discord @ cardialloyed for plotting! )

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[sophos]

[ perhaps it's just nice to be tired after something so utterly absurd instead of something more actually traumatic. but it doesn't negate the tired! ]

[ she lets percy carry the bag without argument, and she would be quite content to never step back foot in the school again. it's a good thing she doesn't have to attend a regular school here in abraxas. returning the dolls is easily the best part of the whole ordeal as they all but dump the bag on the counter and exchange a few words, leaving out the worst of their struggles, but explaining the dolls are all still in fairly good shape. the bag remains still, even if they all keep squinting and giving it second looks the whole time, even as they walk out the door. ]

He's always been bad with archery. [ she says it without even looking at percy, too interested in the tavern cassian points at. she recognizes it, having been once or twice already, and easily nods. ]

I could go for soup.

[ with unexpected fatigue, the three of them slip into the tavern and pick one of the tables in the back corner. as soon as they're sitting down, it's like they deflate in their chairs. they sit in silence as they wait for their soups and remain in that silence after it's delivered. annabeth stretches her legs out under the table across percy's lap, while cassian puts the cold glass of mead against his eye and percy tiredly stirs the spoon in his bowl before taking a sip, dribbling a little down his chin. ]

[ at least the soup is good. ]

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