#maybe even a circe kid who confuses his divine sense (does she have kids? i don't think so in pjo bc of the whole 'no men on the isle' rule

[vvarvvon]

!! jakke cortes & OPEN (mutuals & non; children of hecate) !!

being made of mist, created to always know where those of the divine world were, jakke was always aware of those around him. of their auras, their emotions, their temperaments ("their vibes," as his younger brother would say; benes needed less screentime, in jakke's opinion).

point being—it was not often jakke was caught off-guard.

a sibling stepped foot into his store. but not one he would have expected—three sets of small feet, followed closely by two heavier sets. the one who crossed his threshold was also of the gods. one of his creator's children.

how odd. most of the hecateans he was close with had been slaughtered, killed by their fellow demigods passed three years ago.

"why are you here?" he had moved on. been moving on for the past three years. (trying to, at least. it's hard to move on when every time he closed his eyes he saw those he failed, those he slew.) closer stores existed if they had needed supplies; he wasn't one to entertain social calls.