forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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“I suppose it would be foolish for me to consider stealing you both at the end of the summer.” Trenton sighed. “I’ll be up at boarding school for most of the year anyhow.”

“I’ll be ok. My brother isn’t even really aware of my foster mom. He obviously knows she’s there, but he knows to let me talk to her.” Lydia said, adding, “I drop him off at school most days anyway.”

“You’re too young to have to deal with such things yourself.” He remarked softly. He desperately wanted to envelop Lydia into a hug, but figured she likely wouldn’t appreciate that kind of behavior at the moment.

“Lots of people are too young to deal with lots of things. Compared to some kids here, I have a wonderful life.”

Trent scuffed his sneaker on the ground. “I know.” He replied, sounding a bit like a whining child.

“It’s fine, Trent. I shouldn’t have said so much anyway.” Lydia said, rolling her eyes.

“I’d rather you speak of it then leave me blind towards it.” He grumbled, this time purposely messing up Lydia’s hair when he patted her head.

“Oh, come on! The one day my hair looks ok, you mess it up!” Lydia said laughing.

“I’m a son of Aphrodite, I can assure you it already looked less than okay fashion wise. I’ll fix it for you next time you come to my cabin.” Trent smirked confidently.

“Ah! Rude!” Lydia said, faking a gasp.

“It’s alright, I know what I’m doing.” Trent stifled laughter. “You’re an emergency case. My siblings would be delighted to help.”

“Well, fine. But it’s atill rude.” Lydia said, laughing.

“The truth isn’t pretty.” Trenton declared dramatically, smoothing our his gelled hair. “It takes work to look this good all the time, dwarf. I’ll teach you my secrets.”

“Oh my gods, I can’t believe you. Let’s go.” Lydia said, smiling.

Trenton was absolutely thrilled and it showed on his face. “Now? As in right now?”

“Nooo, later now.” Lydia said sarcastically, before adding, “Yes, right now.” She smiled.

“Bye! Thank you!” Trent shouted to Bren and Angel, already dragging Lydia by the wrist out the door, the cookies completely forgotten.

Lydia made sure to grab a cookie on her way, but let herself be dragged.

(Ok I need a description on Lydia’s hair now so Trent can freak out)

He continued to drag her to his cabin, flinging open the door. “Just sit down in front of one of the mirrors. I need to get a new brush. I always bring a few extras.”

(She cut it herself right before she got back to camp, so it’s probably shoulder length and super uneven.)
Lydia sat down uncomfortably, grimacing at the large amounts of makeup and pink in the room.

“Don’t make that face! Pink is good enough for everyone.” Trent’s voice was muffled by a pair of scissors he held between his teeth. He had a spray bottle of water in one hand and a brush in the other.

“I would not have pinned hairdresser as one of your talents, man.” Lydia said, forcing herself to sit still in the presence of scissors, unconsciously rubbing her thigh.

“Oliver is terrible with this stuff.” Even the way Trent talked became more relaxed as he fumbled around the messy cabin for supplies. “So one of had to be good at it.”

“Fair enough.” Lydia said, watching the scissors out of the corner of her eye, although she knew that Trent would never hurt her.

Trent walked over when he was satisfied he had everything he needed. “I should’ve made you wash out your hair first.” He sighed.