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marcel was so sick of the fates' bullshit.
first, some mysterious voice with some fancy words told him he was meant to kill his brother. then a god warned him if he didn't change, he'd perish.
additionally, dionysus told him he'd end up like the old sun's brat. what was that supposed to mean? could the god be talking about asclepius? he was a son of apollo, the sun god. and he was brutally murdered by zeus with one of his thunderbolts. that could make sense. but... didn't asclepius become a god and have his own constellation? why would the god of wine warn him about that?
sure, immortality in a physical state wasn't ideal, but being placed amongst the stars after his death? it would be an honor.
but marcel had to admit - he didn't enjoy the idea of being killed by the thunderbolt.
just the thought of his skin burning, a jolting, excruciating pain piercing his body... it sent shivers down his spine.
how fun.
but, seriously. can't he get a fucking break?
did the fates hear his complaining about not going on a quest and made it their goal to make the rest of his life miserable?
he wouldn't be surprised - they were bitter like that.
on top of that, the summer solstice was just around the corner, and there was no sign of annabeth, grover, and percy.
everyone was skittish.
the storm only grew bigger with no signs of it stopping.
marcel would be lying if he said he wasn't getting worried. it was already the 21st of june. the deadline. ten days on the quest and there was no news from the trio.
with every passing minute, he could feel himself getting anxious.
he was sitting on the ground in the forest. his cold fingers were rhythmically tapping on his cheek. if he paid attention he would notice it was the beat of another brick in the wall by pink floyd but his mind was too preoccupied with worry.
what if something bad happened to them?
the thought alone made his skin crawl.
marcel didn't know what would he do if annabeth died. he didn't even want to know.
he also cared about grover and percy. sure, he didn't really talk with the satyr but he reminded marcel of a cute baby goat that one time, and suddenly he grew affectionate toward grover.
and then there was percy.
they didn't know each other for a long time but... marcel just couldn't help but be worried about the son of poseidon.
percy was just so... percy.
he couldn't explain it even if he wanted to. there was that sudden care hitting him like a brick that one fateful day on the climbing wall (both he and percy agreed to never talk about that incident, mainly because it hurt percy's 'pride'), and here marcel was getting worried sick because of that brat.
