How to Headcanon - Pink Bandannas
percyjacksonheadcanons - #1666

Lacy fingered the sweet-smelling perfume bottle. It was small, no bigger than her hand, but when she unscrewed the top, the smell filled the room. She closed her eyes and tried hard not to cry.

It was Silena's signature scent, the one she had worn everywhere. There were no labels, and no one knew where she had gotten it from. If they couldn't find it, they couldn't use it, and that made it unique.

She sprayed some over herself and pulled out some of her older sister's old clothes. Silena's purple hoodie had been a gift from Beckendorf, one that she had treasured. She slipped it on and felt like maybe Silena really was there, because Lacy was making sure she was remembered. Beckendorf was gone, too, and the thought made her throat close up. It smelled like cinnamon and apples, freshly picked from the trees. Lacy felt a bit like a dork, but who would care? She tugged the hoodie down lower and breathed into it.

They had burned her shroud almost a month ago. No one had moved her stuff, or made the bed, or threw out the dried-up nail polish bottles. They simply kept everything where it was. No one could bear to do it.

The love counselor meetings had stopped. It was an old Aphrodite tradition that Silena had brought back a few years ago. There would be an Aphrodite camper at the Big House 24/7, no matter what, to talk to anyone who needed love advice. That meant anyone. They would trade out spots and get each other coffee with a little bit of whipped cream on top, and sometimes, two siblings would sit together on the porch and just wait. It never mattered if no one came. Cabin Ten was about love; love between family, between partners, friends, and between siblings. Sometimes people forgot about that, but they'd always remembered.

Silena had made sure there was a camper on duty every day. She'd told them that it was their duty to the camp because they couldn't fight as well as others could. At least when the warriors came back, they would have someone to welcome them home, to remind them that there was still so much beauty in the world. She had never said no to anyone, and Silena had probably never realized how beautiful she herself was.

She was supposed to be at the stables, helping, but Lacy had lied and said she didn't feel good. She certainly didn't feel very peachy at the moment; that was for sure. She'd really stayed behind so she could pack up and then go to the Big House. They had stopped the tradition when Silena had died. It was too painful to bring back, but in the past month, Lacy had realized it was too painful to not bring it back. She tucked the bottle in her pocket and walked out the door, heading for the Big House.

It was night when Chiron had realized she'd been sitting there for hours. He brought her a plate of cold barbeque and lemonade with a sad smile and wheeled away. She sat there now, on the porch in a small chair, looking at the stars. She absentmindedly drew little hearts on the railing as she waited. She felt warm, like when Silena hugged her when she was down. It felt good, knowing she was doing something for her sister, even if no one would come to talk.

Lacy simply watched Percy and Annabeth swinging hands together, laughing. They were the only couple out late, but they were nice together. She wanted to run to Silena and tell her the couple prediction was right, so she whispered it into the wind. Maybe it would carry her words to Elysium. She didn't even notice the loud footsteps or the creaking, until a gruff voice spoke to her.

"Here, girlie." She turned in surprise. It was Clarisse, holding out a mug of coffee with whipped cream and a soft, pink bandana. She was smiling- not a full out smile, but instead a soft, sad one. She gave a gasp. It was Silena's bandanna, the pink one, her favorite.

"Thought you might wanna wear it. For her," Clarisse added. She nodded numbly and took the mug, setting it down. Her fingers were cold, so she fumbled with the bandanna as she tried to knot it. Rough hands took it from her and tied it back. She knew Clarisse and her sister had been close friends. She was glad the older girl was here, someone who knew Silena personally, who knew how they felt.

"Thank you," she said softly, smiling. "Thank you."

percyjacksonheadcanons #1666 - Since Silena was head counselor of the Aphrodite Cabin, there had always been a child of the love goddess ready to talk whenever somebody had an issue of the heart, 24/7, in the Big House. Since Silena's passing, there is still always a child of Aphrodite in the Big House. Now, the camper on duty always wears a pink bandanna, honoring their fallen sister.

Now, this is a very... I was very scared to write this one. I knew I had to write it. I was really scared that I wouldn't be able to put enough into it, but I finally scraped up the courage. Uh, I hope you liked it. Please review 'cause that would make my day (and homework) so much better.

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