Octavian, Reyna and Jason friendship
Where Octavian and Reyna storm Camp Half-blood and find their boy.
Jason: Tavy! Ray! Runs towards them, stumbling and tears rolling down his cheeks
Octavian: Anger melts to pure joy JASON! runs to him with Reyna hot on his heels
All of them running into a group hug, Reyna and Octavian holding a shaking and sobbing Jason in their arms
Reyna: Are you okay, are you hurt?
Jason: 🥺 your here, your real...
Reyna: crying We're here
Octavian: holds them both closer Right here, right here Jase.
Jason: buries his head into their arms clinging to them your here your here.
Reyna: Right here, we aren't going anywhere, right Tavy?
Octavian: Over my dead body.
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They’re besties, tbh.
Comic under the cut!
They’re making matching clothes for everyone.
You can’t tell me they wouldn’t bond over clothing customization.
Chara’s got their Mr. Dad Guy sweater, and Papyrus has his jog boy/cool dude shirts. Put ‘em together and you get ALL fun antics and custom clothing.
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the quiet tragedy of verin being the one who never quite made it out.
for most of their lives, essek was the one who was entrenched in expectations, in the politics of their den. while verin was stationed far from the heart of the dynasty, ostensibly free from the eyes of his elders, essek was sitting beside their mother in court and speaking before the queen. and it made sense, because essek had always been better at all of it — the posturing, the sweet-talking, the ladder-climbing. his brother the black sleep was still his brother the prodigy; his brother the heretic was still his brother the shadowhand.
but then, essek meets new people and they get through to him and change him and make him softer, make him better (and why them? what is it about them, that they could do what verin never could?) and he runs. he gives up the title and the status and the power and leaves it all (leaves verin) behind.
suddenly, verin is the lone newsoul of den thelyss, the one with all eyes on him, with the expectations meant for two brothers falling squarely on his shoulders and only his in the absence of their other target. he is still the youngest of his den, the one they all watch and wait to be disappointed by, but there is no one to share that burden with anymore and all at once it becomes painfully clear that distance never really was freedom.
essek has a family, then — not a den but a family, with love and trust and care and warmth and all the things essek once called verin childish for craving — and a welcoming home to go to with someone who loves him waiting there and a garden in the front yard, and verin is left still fighting demons under the banner of a god (of a family, of a home) he only half-believes in.
and maybe they see each other more often then. maybe bazzoxan is remote enough that it’s safe for essek to visit in disguise. maybe essek’s friends come too and are kind enough to offer a taste of what essek has now and verin can almost believe it’s his too. maybe essek doesn’t even fight it anymore when verin insists on hugging him. but how much can that really fix? how much can it really change?
an unloved man leaves no one behind when he finally makes a better life for himself, but essek was never an unloved man. not really.
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i eldest sister-ed too hard and now my younger siblings cant talk to me openly because im "too perfect to understand their imperfections"
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