#cass hasapi I LOVE YOU

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thinking about this again

Lee fletcher #12

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

he was the last to be claimed. in fact he wasn't actually claimed -- he came into camp 15 years old, apollo's spitting image, went to hermes, hung out with the laughing apollo cabin assuring him their father's symbol will come any day now, and it doesn't. he waits. he waits until people start whispering, until shame burns hot, until he sees the apollo kids looking at him with wide eyes and helplessness and walks away. he waits until luke curls a hand on his shoulder, mouth twisted in something bitter, and says don't worry about it, kid. the gods have never cared about us. he waits until he stops waiting and cass marches over at breakfast and drags him over to their table and when chiron comes quietly to tell her its not allowed she stands on the highest surface she can find with steel in her spine and eyes glowing green and says he is ours. OURS. and no one dares challenge her.

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When Cecil was little, peppermint meant coming in from the cold.

It meant warmth, it meant hot chocolate, it meant his mother was home early. He liked peppermint. He liked it especially in the candy canes he would lift around Christmas, slipped into his coatsleeves at a busy department store, devoured on the bus home as his mother snorted at him.

"I'm pretty sure they arrest thieving seven-year-olds here, you know. We don't have money for bail. You're staying there."

Peppermint was fine. He didn't think of it often.

On a Tuesday in July, when he was nine -- he remembers because Tuesday was when the camp store used to restock -- he hopped up the rickety steps of the brightest cabin in camp, picked up the three packages of candy that had fallen out of his bulging pockets, and knocked on the door.

"Will?" he called, peering through the darkened screen. "Are you here? You weren't at our spot."

Cecil does not actually remember how long it took for someone to come to the door. He remembers it took some time, because taking any time at all was unusually. He didn't usually have to knock. Even now, it is odd for the Apollo cabin door to be shut, especially in the daylight hours.

Eventually, there were footsteps. A tall, barefoot woman stepped out, swinging the creaky door closed gently behind her. A wave a peppermint followed her out, making Cecil's eyes water.

"Cecil," she said, smiling warmly. "Hey, kiddo."

Cecil rocked on his heels. "Hey, Cass." He glanced around her. "Where's Will."

"Oh. Um..." Cass turned back to face the door, biting her lip. In her silence, Cecil heard faint crying. "Come sit with me a second, okay?"

The oldest Apollo daughter sat delicately on the top porch step, tucking her long hair out from under her thighs. She patted the spot next to her, and after a moment -- staring at the door, straining to hear -- Cecil sat.

"Will," she said, after a moment, "is...sick."

Cecil frowned. "I thought you guys didn't get sick."

"We don't. Kind of."

Cecil waited. Cass didn't notice, looking out onto the common. He worried at her lower lip, fingers wrapping around her hair.

"He's not that kind of sick."

"What kind of sick?"

"You ever had a headache?"

"Yeah."

Cass traced a line in the woodgrain beneath them. "It's like that. A little."

"Well, can't you heal it? We're supposed to go in the woods today. Luke said he'll teach us how to trap a myrmeke."

"That's...no you're not. Tell him I said you two are absolutely not allowed to do that."

Cecil crossed his fingers. "Uh-huh. Can he come play soon?"

"...No, Cecil. He'll be sick for a while." She turned to face him, resting her chin on her hands. She smiled, slightly, but her dark eyes were round and wet. "Will gets something called migraines. It's like...um, imagine you're in the ampitheatre, doing sword practice. And then suddenly, boom! You're by yourself! And you're surrounded by monsters, but they're invisible. What are you going to do?"

Cecil pondered. That was a new one. Usually he imagined he's being attacked by Connor and Travis who have been cloned a million times and turned evil.

"Uh...start swinging?"

Cass smiled. "Right. Would make a pretty big mess of the ampitheatre, huh?"

"Probably."

"A little chaotic?"

"Duh."

"Hm." A cry came from the cabin again. That time, it was loud enough for both of them to hear it, even through the soundproofed walls. Cecil's stomach turned. "Sometimes, Will's brain thinks there's something wrong with it. But it doesn't know what. So it starts thrashing around, trying to get rid of whatever's hurting him, but it just kind of...makes things worse."

"So...his brain hurts?"

"Yes. It hurts so much that it makes his stomach hurt, and his skin, and even the lights hurt him a little."

The weird feeling in Cecil's stomach got worse. He turned toward the door, waiting, and after a few minutes, there was another cry, small and sad and hurt, like the one time he was walking home from school with his mom and they passed a puppy that had been left all by itself in an alley, barking for its mama. Cecil had cried the whole way home. He turned back to Cass, eyes burning.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Cass reached over and slid a hand over his shoulder, pulling him into her side. He stayed there, for a minute, hiding in her soft t-shirt. "It sucks, kiddo. I wish he could come play."

"When will he be better?"

Cecil pulled away, swiping quickly at his eyes. Cass let him, watching with soft eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, probably. Lee made him a salve with peppermint oil, and sometimes that helps. If he can sleep it off he might even be better by dinner." Cass glanced back at the screen. "I doubt it, though. This one is a bad one. You come by tomorrow morning though, okay? Bright and early. I'll tell Luke we need your help, he'll let you off your chores."

Cecil brightened. "Really? Can you tell him to give them to Connor instead?"

Cass snorted. "Don't push it, kid."

"Okay, okay." Cecil stood at her gentle push, climbing down the stairs and lingering on the crunchy grass. He fiddled under her raised eyebrows, reaching into his pockets. "Um, can you give him these? For when his stomach stops hurting."

He tossed up a pink package. Cass caught it, turning it over to read the label. She smiled.

"You steal these?"

"Yes."

"Nice." She tucked the Twizzlers in her pocket, grinning. "I won't tell, but Michael is still mad that you stole his comic books last week, si you better get lost before he sees 'cause he'll snitch. Bye, Cecil."

Cecil remembered the rage in Michael's eye and stepped quickly backwards.

"Bye, Cass."

She turned back up the stairs. The smell of peppermint was stronger.

It smelled a little less warm, this time.

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Ask game: 18

18. Do you ship your blorbo with any character?

nico di angelo: light of his skies will solace obviously. i don't really like any other nico ships.

will solace: been burning the torch for nico di angelo since he was literally ten years old. tho i once read a will/percy/jason mortal au that was pretty good actually.

clarisse la rue: okay i have nothing against chris rodriguez but LORD clarisse and selena..................it will always haunt me to death

lee fletcher: is down actually bad for carter eze from the athena cabin like it's embarrassing for everyone around him

cass hasapi: used to have a thing for luke. doesn't really, not anymore, but. nah. she's not looking for romance atm.

diana mckinney: theeeeeee lesbianest of all time like apollo kids tend to be naturally bi but she was like nah couldnt be me. is actually drowning in pussy as the fckn greek hero resident camp 'i'm just experimenting' go-to and absolutely loving that (father's daughter). not hung up on anyone in particular.

michael yew: aroace. does get in fights to experience physical contact tho not that he will admit it.

naomi solace: something is going on sexuality-wise but she's got a job so she's not worried about all that right now. doesn't love dating either, has done so on and off and prefers being single literally every time

percy jackson: would actually become a nuclear bomb if anything happened to his soulmate, annabeth chase

cecil markowitz: favourite hobby In the world is shamelessly flirting with will solace to watch nico's head pop. got a thing going on with ellis from ares but they're being weird about it.

kayla knowles: she's thirteen. she's got the olympics to worry about right now. however if justin bieber circa 2009 were to fall to her feet and beg for her hand she would be amenable.

annabeth chase: would shatter if anything happened to her soulmate, percy jackson

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BLORBO ASK

was there any specific point / any specific moment that suddenly made this character your Blorbo, or did you slowly grow to love them more and more until they became a Blorbo to you?

lemme answer with a few of my pjo blorbos:

nico di angelo: blorbo from day one. i was 12 years old talking about this man to anyone who would listen.

will solace: slowfast blorbo. was interested in but not obsessed with him upon first read as a kid, as i got older and started creating and writing i was like oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh my god character of all time

clarisse always a blorbo. ALWAYS felt bad from her even as a kid. i was like bitch i know you. youre like me.

lee fletcher new blorbo as i started writing

cass hasapi diana mckinney michael yew new blorbos as i started writing

NAOMI SOLACE BELOVED. random new blorbo one day i literally woke up and was like hey??? love of my life??

percy jackson blorbo forever. everyone in pjo who says hes not one of their top three fave characters is a liar

cecil markowitz brand new blorbo as of this past week

kayla knowles quickly becoming a blorbo

annabeth chase very special blorbo. in that her worst flaws are mine and i have a hard time admitting them so like do i see myself in her? yeah. was i obsessed with becoming her height as a kid (managed)? yeah. am i particularly happy to see my greatest flaws so represented? no. but i love her also