Alone
Summary: Other than Tyson, Percy has no other sibling to have a conversation on what it's like being Poseidon's son. He goes to Poseidon to vent. Poseidon offers advice.
Set after the events of HoO.
The god of the seas covered his yawn and rolled his eyes. He rolled his trident between his fingers as his son went on and on.
"Hey, are you listening?" Percy stopped his pacing and gave his father a glare.
"Barely," Poseidon admitted. Percy huffed.
"So, you never heard what I said?"
"Oh, I heard. You're frustrated that you're an only child, technically speaking. I would suggest talking to Tyson, or even Triton. He's closer biologically."
Percy rolled his eyes. No, he did not want to speak to Mr. High and Mighty, I'm His Heir, Not You Triton.
"Stop that. You haven't even held a conversation with him."
"I know, but he just rubs me the wrong way."
"Nonsense. He is your brother, half brother, but brother nonetheless. Zeus and Hades rub me the wrong way, but I still talk to them."
Percy hung his head, debating. Triton seemed to look down on him, as if he wasn't worth a flick of his tails. Maybe getting to know him will be good?
"He's in his chambers," Poseidon offered and swam away.
"Thanks, Dad," Percy mumbled.