APOLLO HAD TOO MANY CHILDREN. Lyra was quite worried about him. Even though she'd known half of them for less than a few days, she was already willing to give the world for them. And even though she'd met the god only thrice, yet talked twice with him, she knew enough of his mythology to understand he was a god quite infatuated with the idea of love, though in practice he was a disaster. Aphrodite really did seem to despise him–or perhaps it was Eros the one who laughed at his misfortune.
In any case, the amount of descendants of Apollo (ten sons, two daughters, way too many in Lyra's mind; rivalling even the Hermes cabin, which was only so full because it housed undetermined campers, most of which would stay there for there was no cabin for their godly parent) was enough to keep her entertained for those few days when everybody returned back to camp and things got a little hectic in order to settle down throughout the week. If Lyra had been bored out of her mind before, now she would never have a moment of peace. At least not inside the cabin. The woods, though peaceful, had never been silent.
Lyra was welcomed by every single one of the children of the sun. They opened their arms and wrapped them around her frame as soon as Lee spoke the words "she's staying with us even though she's not dad's". The first night they were all together, they decided to start referring to her as their sister. She was one more. They wouldn't treat her as an outsider–she was one of them, now.
(Quite literally. The boys plus Felicity took her outside, formed a circle around her and loudly chanted in front of the entirety of the camp: one of us, one of us, one of us. Marisol judged them from her spot in Cabin Ten's porch, yet still fervently agreed when asked if she was okay with this.)
Her heart still swelled. It was the first time she wanted to cry of happiness. She'd never felt like this before, and it was almost suffocating, but in a good way.
And talking about suffocating–it was quite cramped inside Cabin Seven. Luckily, at some point during the last month new bunk beds had appeared out of nowhere, so no one had to sleep on the floor or ask someone to share their bed with them. But it was still too many people inside the cabin, and it was even more noticeable to Lyra, who'd gotten used to the meager three people living in it for the past six months. It wasn't the same living there when Lee had his duties at the infirmary and Michael did whatever short people did, but outside the cabin, leaving her to peacefully do her things (which was, mostly, reading).
So they all learned quickly that Lyra wanted her alone time, probably thanks to Lee's whispered influence, and everyday they left her as the sole inhabitant of the cabin for an hour or two–or they accompanied her, but in silence, practicing their poetry writing skills or reading alongside her or doing anything they were good at, quietly. She'd borrowed some tragedies from Annabeth, who'd also returned to camp in those first days, so while she had no poetic capabilities, she could still enjoy one form of art around them.
In short, they all fit. Marisol read her usual love stories, Alexander wrote, Felicity poured her soul in her diary, Jim composed new songs for his band, Will practiced bandaging his limbs in record-time, Michael slept, Austin interpreted his sheet music with an invisible instrument, Zach studied from his anatomy books (he was as bad as a child of Athena, said Lee) while Makoa struggled to memorize the periodic table (which took a while for Lyra to understand what it was–pretty cool, as the Stolls would say). Mauricio brought fruits and vegetables from the Big House and painted still life, while Kenji was more adept at portraits, and thus, he'd painted his siblings in a multitude of scenarios. Her favourite was the one of the twins helping each other with their writings, for it was a rare scene, and seeing it immortalized in oil painting was beyond beautiful. And Lee was always helping someone when they struggled, and if not, he was helping the other campers with their injuries or trying to teach them how to take care of themselves.
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PYRRHIC, percy jackson
FanfictionStars in your lips, the universe in your eyes, my whole world in your hands. [ the titan's curse - the last olympian ] [ percy jackson/oc ]