¹POCKET FULL OF POSIES. p. jackson

𝐗. a swim to doom

pocket full of posies
❛ x. a swim to doom ❜

━━━━━ POSIE STILL FELT horrible. About a lot of things. About the way she treated Tyson, how she hadn't done enough for him, about the fact she essentially didn't help try and save the Cyclops and Clarisse. She felt horrible about her most recent talk ( her second talk ) with Apollo. There were a lot of stomach-churning revelations during that talk. And he even had the audacity to kick her out of the sun chariot after dropping the bombshell that she could control plagues.

Seriously! A dick move on his part! ( Onesimus was starting to infect more than just her brain these days. )

But what started eating away more at her than anything else was the way she talked to Percy and Annabeth. Her outburst that she vomited on them on the CSS Birmingham. Posie never thought of herself as an angry person, or that she had an angry personality ( that was all Michael, and he would get angry hearing that ). No, that wasn't Posie. She wasn't that. She wasn't known for her temper ( but maybe that was another horrible trait she inherited from Apollo, a god known for destruction when caught too much in his emotions—which was always ).

What Posie was known for was her awkwardness and the extreme lengths she went to to be liked by everybody. She was known to sit and listen to people's rambles about whatever their interests were, even if she couldn't care about it. But she cared about it in some sense, because the other person cared so much. She was known to give people kind smiles, even if awkward.

So maybe what Posie Easton was known for best was being awkward.

Got that right, Onesimus snickered.

I am not that awkward! she insisted.

Yeah, yeah you are.

So maybe she was. And the awkwardness translated into every conversation, even apologies. Percy and Annabeth looked surprised at her, as if they didn't expect Posie to say the word Sorry.

"Posie, why are you saying sorry?" asked Annabeth, looking confused.

"... 'Cause I yelled at you," replied Posie. "I insulted you guys? I said you were like Luke. I'd actually cry if someone said I was like Luke."

Percy made a face. "Yeah, you didn't have to remind me of that insult ..." He sighed. "Posie, you had every reason to be upset. And you had a point. We weren't good to Tyson." He nudged the daughter of Athena beside him. "Right, Annabeth?"

She scowled for a moment. "... No, we weren't. And I'm serious—if I could go back and change how I acted, I would. Percy's right, we should be apologizing. We're—I'm sorry for everything. We were too eager to leave Tyson. He saved our lives, even though we treated him like shit."

Percy nodded. "Seriously, Posie. We're sorry. And you were right, about everything you said to us back on Clarisse's ship. We were treating him like baggage."

Posie wrung her hands. She didn't expect to get an apology back. Sure, she didn't like how they treated Tyson, but Onesimus was right—They had their reasons. Especially Annabeth ( if Posie's dreams were correct, and they unfortunately were once they started making sense ).

"It's okay, you guys," she promised. "So, are we all cool now?"

Percy grinned. "We're cool."