sky's broken but i'm on break

Perseus considered himself a well-traveled man, not that anyone seemed to believe most tales he’d brought back with him. Swamps where you could hear whispers of the Otherworld, desert oases cursed to grow only salt, mountains so jagged they cut into the very sky itself… It wasn’t his fault you just had to be there for some of it.

Laying there now, propped up and pillowed by a snowdrift at his back, he gazed up with breathless wonder. Distant waves lapped against the sand while a squabble of terns bickered further down the coast. Percy paid them no mind at all, because above him the sky was brilliantly clear, and beginning to behave... rather unusually.

What the fuck was this all about?

He’d seen some crazy shit, but he’d never seen the stars do anything other than dash and flare. This slow smear was… an interesting departure, to say the least. The light show wasn’t half bad either. Every now and then blue specks, be it fireflies or embers or one big step towards madness for him, floated in and out of view. Percy figure’d he could make do with any of those options one way or another, so for the time being he was content to lounge back and enjoy the show.

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