Thanks, Aphrodite!

Poseidon's a big softie

Athena's PoV:

A ray of sunlight shined through the window, and a school of fish peeked in at me curiously as my eyes fluttered open- Wait, a school of fish? I shot up in my bed. Except, it wasn't my bed. And I wasn't in my room. Frickity frack!

Last night's events were still locked away in one part of my mind- you might think that as the goddess of Wisdom I would have no trouble recalling something, but noo, it only applied to textbooks, and my memories of events. (Even though it is quite good, if I do say so myself.)

I finally grasped at one and pulled it out to inspect. I had dissolved in tears, while Poseidon had an arm around me, pulling me close. I had buried my face in his chest and sobbed, until I fell asleep. I blushed at that memory. Oh my Holy self, why was Poseidon making me feel so nervous?

'Focus, Athena!' I chide myself. Annabeth was in Tartarus, and so was Perseus- Percy. I guess I was wrong about him. Right that his fatal flaw was personal loyalty, but wrong about how he wasn't the one of my daughter. As reluctant as I was about it, I had to admit that I knew how serious my daughter was about him, and vice versa. I realized that they were a lot like their godly parents, and that thought made me flush to the roots of my hair. I checked my reflection in a mirror, and my whole face was golden, more flustered than I ever had been.

Right, Percy. Poseidon had stayed strong beside me all last night, while I sobbed until all the water molecules in my body had left me. I knew he was upset too, upset that his son was in that hellhole, literally, but we both knew that there was nothing we could do about it. It was way out of our reach. In the meantime, we could only console each other, and form a plan to help defeat my least favorite grandma.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on Poseidon's door. I wanted to offer my condolences for how Percy had fallen, and I were to be honest, I kind of wanted to see him too. I know, I know.

The door flew open, and I saw... Poseidon standing with only a towel hanging around his hips, water droplets falling off his messy hair, and coating his perfectly sculpted-

I shook myself from a daze, and managed to say intelligently, "Um..."

Yes, I know what you are thinking, 'Athena, you're supposed to be smart!', but there's only so much you can say when your- well, crush is standing in front of you, just finished taking a shower, without proper clothing on.

"Um," he echoed, "I'll get some clothes on." Before he closed his door, I caught a glimpse of a king sized bed filled with all sorts of plushies of underwater creatures, including a huge one of Nemo, which used to be Percy's. I chuckled to myself. Maybe Poseidon was just one big softie after all.

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That part about the just finished showering was so awkward and cringe I hate myself for it.