I’m just picturing Percy and Piper pissing off everyone on the Argo II by seeing who can yell ‘PENIS’ louder and Jason’s just got his head buried under his pillow, Leo’s got headphones in, Frank’s just getting all flustered and awkward and tries to distract himself by washing dishes and Annabeth’s desperately plugging Hazel’s ears with her fingers to stop her being scandalized.
One step closer. — Calypso + Leo Valdez.
And that’s how the story goes, the story of the beast with those four dirty paws.
Jason thinks blue is probably his favorite color. Blue like the sky, like Thalia’s eyes, like his own. Blue is freedom, the weightless uncaring of a summer day. Blue is also loneliness.
(A child of two worlds will never belong in either)
Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.”
She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.
I think this is my favorite Piper I’ve drawn so far. Not sure if I’m ready to settle with her design, though.