I hope we give Sun a bottlecap full of water. Or the tiniest cup we have, cause he'll need more then a bottlecap. Like we don't know what he eats, but he's probably severely dehydrated cause of the fire. ;m; Most likely why he passed out, as well as exhaustion looks like.
Forgive him, his patience is second to none at the moment-
It was not a request. Did she ever stop talking? He paces the room, irritation setting upon his features as he keeps his back to her. Interacting with Olivia -- Sombra -- was always fifty-fifty between them; some days they got along very well, and some days they blended like oil and water. He wasn’t in the mood today as he came to a stop at his desk, shuffling through some papers, clearly looking for something.
'' i know we’re not friends, but... if you need anything... '' - Eve (deitysmuses)
hurt comfort starters
Eddie looks up at her through dark eyes filled with storm clouds. He’s not the same Eddie he was before, not so easy with the smiles. Maybe it’ll come back in time, maybe it won’t, but right now? Well... he’s a mess.
He doesn’t know what t make of the comment, so he shrugs it off and looks back down at his notebook where he’s working out some details of his next campaign. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” Though he’s not sure what he would need from her that his friends cannot provide.
imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.