forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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Blair in the background, sipping a pina colada, "Moooood."//

Blair in the background, sipping a pina colada, "Moooood."//

((Lmao everyone gives Trent anxiety))

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. First of all, I’m joking, and second of all, it’s not a habit of mine to be drinking. And if you say anything to Sammy, I swear to all the gods, you will regret it.” Lydia said.

((if ur lookin 4 smn 2 interact w, blair and ophelia could

The grammatical error in that sentence makes me cringe…//

“I wouldn’t tell Sam.” Trent, who was now very stressed, fixed his eyes on the ground. “Sorry for overreacting.”

“Trent, I promise, it’s not something I make a habit out of. I’ve gotten drunk a total of two times in 14 years, and it’s not a thing I wish to do often. And don’t be sorry, I know it’s not something to joke about, and I know that’s it’s probably concerning for someone to hear a fourteen year old say that they drink.” Lydia said, putting her hand on Trent’s shoulder.

((ykno what, its hard 2 make the words go, so i make it easier fite me

Blair sauntered into where ever the two were, munching on a granola bar as he thought random shit to himself. He paused from his chewing to give a small yawn, he had effectively mind blocked everything that had happened today.

Trent, who hadn’t yet noticed Mr. Trouble himself on the way over towards them, embraced Lydia in a tight hug. He had always been a rather big softy, and thrived off of tactile comfort.

Lydia hugged back, but quickly stopped once she noticed Blair. “Trent.” She said calmly.

Trent grumbled when Lydia let go and stood up, his back facing Blair. “Are you alright?”

(Goodnight!)

"I wonder if Angel will tell me where the booze is…" Blair muttered, walking past a pair of people he did not know embracing. Yes, I know it's weird. I hate wine but I fucking love Pina Coladas and shots of vodka, but wine? Wine can suck my- Oh! Shiny!

Well fuck, I was late, again.//

Trenton immediately tensed up, almost as if his spine had been transfigured into a metal pole. He whipped his head around to stare at Blair a mixture of fear and aggression swimming in his eyes.

Well fuck, I was late, again.//

(We can just roll with it lol)

Trenton immediately tensed up, almost as if his spine had been transfigured into a metal pole. He whipped his head around to stare at Blair a mixture of fear and aggression swimming in his eyes.

Why is a stranger looking at me like I just killed his dog? Blair thought, his confusion quite obvious on his face. "Hello?" Blair said in a questoning tone, he didn't know this dude so why was he staring at Blair like he was a wanted murderer.

Trenton had no idea how to respond. He couldn’t just greet him back. Blair didn’t deserve a response that polite. His father would insist on it, but his blood was boiling after what happened to Lydia earlier. Blair made Trent irrational. He had from the moment he’d flirted with him in the dining pavilion this morning. So it would be this odd feeling that Trent would blame for his current action of attempting to sucker punch the teen in front of him.

“Trent!”

"Do I… Know you? Becuase honestly, you look like I just kicked your dog. Shit! Did I kick your dog? If I did I'm so sorry, I tend to not look where I'm going!" Blair apologizes profusely, did he know this guy?

“You don’t remember….?”

"Did I meet you earlier today? Becuase I'm forgetful, like really forgetful. My mind kinda forgets things every few hours… I'm sorry?"

“Yeah… we met earlier. It’s fine. Forget about it.” Lydia said, tugging on Trent’s arm.

"Erm, if I did do anything I'm quite sorry… If it was bad I'm sure I can get my friend to bake some cookies as an apology…" Blair offered. "I'm a hopeless cook with American foods."