HORIZON ⸺ jason grace

v. zeus tries to barbacue a dragon

VIOLET MONET slept poorly.

She rose with the sun, one of the only traits she'd inherited from her grand-père. She sighed, before deciding that she'd better do something to distract herself.

She dressed — a blue thermal jacket and cargo pants, taking only a small pack with ambrosia, nectar, and a few other essentials. She slid the shield-bracelet that her cyclops brother, Tyson, had made her with a smile. It matched her golden bangle, that turned into her sword (κύμα που αφρίζει — whitecap) when unclasped.

With one last glance around her cabin, Violet stepped out into the bright December sun.

She made her way up to the clinic, knowing that she'd find Will there already. On the way, she stopped at the mess hall to grab two blueberry muffins.

Just as she'd suspected, the blond was early to work, organizing bandages. Violet leaned on the door frame, "Guess who's favorite cousin just brought him his favorite muffin?"

"Technically, speaking," Will smirked up at her, "you're my niece."

Violet shuddered, sitting on one of the beds. "Let's not think about that."

Will laughed and threw a roll of bandages at her, which she caught. They sat in comfortable silence for a minute as they ate.

Violet looked around. A poster stared down at her from the wall, a silly looking satyr who bore a strange resemblance to Gleason Hedge, a thermometer sticking out of his mouth. The caption read: Don't let sickness get your goat!

"Are we gonna... you know. Talk about it?"

Violet sighed. "I don't know what to say."

The son of Apollo sent her a look. "You could start with why the oracle called you the daughter of the damned."

"You know what happened to my mom," she shrugged, "Probably a stab at that."

Will didn't seem fully convinced, but he knew Violet well enough not to dig into her past. The only person she'd ever told was Percy, and for now, she planned on keeping it that way.

"Fine," he relented. "But we are gonna talk about that Grace kid."

"What about him?" Violet asked.

Will rolled his eyes, going back to the bandages. "What do you think about him?"

"He's a son of Zeus," she stated. "His dad hates me for existing."

"So, what?"

The girl gave him a weird look. "So he seems about just as fun; straight-edged, rule following, traditional golden boy," it was her turn to roll her eyes.

Will was quiet for a moment as the stacked the shelves. Finally he turned to her with the biggest grin.

"Your problem with him," he started, "is that he's too perfect?"

Violet sputtered, "I mean, in a totally boring way."

"You think he's attractive!" Will declared triumphantly.

"WHAT?"

"It's true! You like his golden attitude almost as much as his golden hair!"

"I do not!"

"I bet you wanna run your hands through it," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Violet sunk onto the bed. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Sick with looooooove."

Violet threw a spare roll at him.

"Ouch! That's elder abuse!"