forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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“I arrived at camp with my brother too.” Trenton replied thoughtfully, walking a bit slowly to keep himself balanced. “Similar situation, however, with a hellhound involved.”

“You have a brother?” Lydia asked.

Has Blair out in the open, with a huge ass scar on his face becuase why not?//

Has Blair out in the open, with a huge ass scar on his face becuase why not?//

(Do you want them to see Blair?)

Has Blair out in the open, with a huge ass scar on his face becuase why not?//

(Do you want them to see Blair?)

SuRE//

“Oliver. He’s my twin.” Trenton lapsed into a silence before realizing how vague that was. “We are very different. Don’t interact much anymore. He lives in San Francisco with the Romans.”

“Oh, sorry.” Lydia was about to say more, but stopped as they passed the infirmary. “Is that Blair?”

Trenton stopped, looking over at the boy. “I believe so.” He murmured, his shoulders already starting to tense. He honestly had no idea how to react to Blair at this point.

Blair itched at the burn scar, turning his head a bit so the entire scar was on display, without his own knowledge of course.

“Holy crap.” Lydia said, watching Blair.

“It’s impolite to stare.” Trenton scolded lightly, but he had admittedly stolen a few long lasting glances himself. He looked at Lydia and took an uncertain step in Blair’s direction. He ended up stumbling a little, but caught himself.

“Trent?” Lydia said, following. “What part of, ‘avoid him’ don’t you understand?”

Blair still hasn't noticed the two people, as he was a stupid little shit and his eyes were looking to the ground. The words of a song were stuck in his head and he was trying to remember what the title was.

“I’m operating on the notion that I can put faith into my instincts when it is necessary.” Trent replied, slowing his pace so he wouldn’t fall over. “He seems… distressed. It would be wrong to not lend a hand.”

(I’m probably going to turn in too, I have a test tomorrow. Night guys!)

“If you’re sure, Trent.” Lydia said, following the kid.
(I’m baaaaaaack)

Blair went to sit on his cabins porch, taking the small thing of ointment.

Trenton chewed his bottom lip, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. He stopped at looked at Blair again for a moment. “I suppose I was… rather impolite myself in our first meeting. I should at least apologise.” He decided firmly, gaining confidence with each careful step towards Blair.

Lydia stood behind Trent carefully, ready to intervene if she needed to, but staying silent.

Blair turned and looked at them, a mix of shock and fear growing on his face. He scrambled up and grabbed his bag, about to run.

Trenton stopped when he was a few feet away from Blair, unsure of how to start the conversation.

“You sure, Trent?” Lydia asked quietly, almost silently.

“Wait!” Trenton held up his hands in a sign of surender to Blair, trying to urge the other boy to stay. He silently nodded at Lydia. “I don’t mean you harm.” He spoke up again, trying not to focus on the burn on Blair’a face.

"What do you want?" Blair growled, crossing his arms. The burn across his face made the scowl even more menacing. Now they think I'm even more of a freak, good job Blair. He thought to himself sarcastically.

Lydia stood, waiting for Blair to do something, prepared to split up a fight before it started.