#its about melinoe. i think you guys are forgetting this is about melinoe.

[cygniavenue]

i hate to be on the fence ab it bc honestly i was really fucking upset at first about hades 2 Odysseus and i defo still am

and like, you don’t have to play the game obviously. do what you want. and you’re allowed to be bothered (i still am) but everyone is very up in arms over like four lines of dialogue in a game that will have over a hundred hours of play time. and a lot of people are saying things about how "the writers hate Penelope" but i have not been able to find ANY CREDIBLE SOURCE THAT CONFIRMS THIS. yall will just believe anything

idk the amount of Jumping To Conclusions going on is. 😬. and we’re not even in early access yet. like can you maybe wait. to form your opinions. until we have the whole story.

[ichoric]

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“yeah, let’s eat.”  annabeth insisted.  she made her way about the kitchen, gathering a few snacks she knew wouldn’t be missed.  (don’t touch melinoe’s goldfish – she learned that lesson the hard way).  she made percy and poseidon each a pb&j, as the sea god snuck into the house a few moments after them, unable to be parted from his son.   then she lowered herself into a seat at the kitchen table, smiling brightly at percy.   “i’ve been here since the fall, percy.  and no, you don’t need to fight hades.  seriously, that’s probably a bad call, he’s pretty mad at makaria and persephone right now.”

she hoisted her feet up with some effort, so they rested in percy’s lap.   “its been weird, but…  everyone has been surprisingly kind.  they’re all beaten down pretty bad.”

poseidon nodded, and spoke around a mouthful of sandwich.   “gee, thanks.  don’t worry, perce– if anyone caused any shit, ‘dite woulda been down their throats.  probably.”

annabeth shrugged.  “these guys care about each other, at the very least, and i guess i kinda got swept up in all that.  you’d hate it.  i still feel a little like an imposter, but i’ve had nowhere else to go.  i’m glad you’re back.  is elysium nice this time of year?”

suddenly his guilt shifted in favor of makaria and persephone — the receiving end of hades’ anger was as fun as the harpies back at camp half-blood. they were brave to storm the underworld without backup, giving the edge of surprise and preventing any real panic amongst the souls.

rather than voice any of that, percy sat down with a lazy smile; one hand on annabeth’s calf as the other lifted his sandwich. it might’ve been the best thing he’d ever eaten, almost forgetting he was sat between his dad and annie in his quest to finish it. once he did, his hunger no longer a distraction, percy tried to smile at annabeth. ‘ dunno if i’d have hated it, if it meant staying with you. ‘

he cleaned his hands off, then casually wiped his eyes with his sleeve. ‘ elysium was nice. i got dragged into playing mythomagic, and extreme LARPing… don’t ask, i’m not explaining. you had to be there. ‘ percy looked at poseidon after. ‘ persephone killed whats-his-face. atlas got away, i think. they were both there. ‘