happy august eighteenth.
inspired by a prompt on tumblr.
"You weren't supposed to do that."
"I still did it."
"You weren't supposed to."
"It seems the fates would disagree."
Chiron stares at his student, unimpressed by his handling of the situation. Sure, technically, he'd fulfilled the prophecy, but really? Strutting in cold turkey, on pure chance, to stab the king in the chest, and barely escape with his life?
Forgive him for being less than happy.
Still, Percy was giving him a shit-eating grin, waving at the peoples of Mycenae while he strolled through the streets, whistling a jaunty tune. "Anyway, does it really matter that much? I killed the dick of a King, it's not like I did anything wrong."
"You've pissed off most of the Gods."
"Apollo seemed to like it, and he's the God of Prophecy. I don't see why everyone else is so pissed."
Chiron sighed at his prodigee's impertinence. Truly, his disrespect of tradition - or as he liked to say it, unconventional tactics - knew no bounds. "Still, be careful around most places of worship. I don't suspect many deities will take kindly to your actions."
"And others found it hilarious. Hebe and I drank and laughed over it for hours, remember? Always a nice one to talk to. And, uh… actually, no, I can't name many else. Nemesis? I don't know, but she didn't look too mad when I saw her the other day."
"Are you sure you're seeing Gods, or are you simply delusional?"
Perseus shrugged nonchalantly, looking as he didn't care one bit - and he didn't care one bit, Chiron could tell. "Does it matter? They haven't smited me for anything yet, so I must be doing something right. Actually, see there: is that Aphrodite?"
Chiron sighs. "No, Perseus, it appears to be a commoner."
"A commoner? With her beauty and the way she carries herself? Look at her!" He exclaims, almost disbelieving. "No way she's a mortal, she's a demigod. Look at the eyes, Chiron."
Sparking eyes, a shocking blue.
Perseus strolls up to the woman, whose hand gravitates to her hip. "Hullo! What's your name, madam?"
She raises an eyebrow, but her stance is no less rigid. "I am named Thalia."
"The muse?" Perseus frowns. "Forgive me for my impertinence, but you don't seem very comedic for a muse of comedy. Are you related to her, perchance? Say… a Daughter of, I don't know, Zeus?"
Ah, her eyes darken.
Jackpot.
"What is it to you?" She almost growls. "Got a problem?"
He grins.
"Not if you have a problem with me being a sea-spawn."
Her hand flexes, but slowly retreats from her side, her guard slowly lowering. "What's a demigod and a centaur doing in this place? The king doesn't like our kind."
"Oh. That. I killed him fifteen minutes ago with this blade." A blood-stained dagger is unsheathed from his belt, still slightly dripping with the red body fluid. "It'll work out."
Thalia blinks. "Well. That would be an anticlimactic end to his reign."
"It had a bunch of screaming." Percy extends his arm in invitation. "I'm Perseus, slayer of… I don't know that guy's name. Good to meet you, Thalia."
She takes the hand in her own, in a choking grip that almost guarantees to restrict bloodflow to his fingers.
"Just so you know, I'm ready to stab you at any moment."
"Same."
Mischievous grins are exchanged, and Chiron clops away exasperatedly after watching from a distance. He can't deal with this bullshit right now.