kelpheaded | get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now

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get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now

When she wakes up, she doesn't realize anything's wrong at first. She's in a bed, soft but supportive, tucked under a thick blanket. She's cuddled up against a warm body, her head pillowed against a firm chest that moves up and down steadily with even breaths. It's comfortable, and when she cracks her eyes open and sees she's in a (hotel?) room that's empty aside from her sleeping companion, no monsters (why would she be looking for monsters?) or anything else dangerous in sight, she almost shuts her eyes again to fall back asleep.

It's the thought that she doesn't quite remember how she got here that really wakes her up. Because: how did she get here? Where is here? It might be safe... ish... in that she might not be in immediate danger, but there's a lot of unknowns right now, including the question of who the frick is in bed with her.

It would probably make more sense to stay quiet and take in more of the situation, but the realization that she's in bed with a stranger causes her to flail backwards in a way that would absolutely have had her falling off the side of the bed if the mattress itself wasn't surprisingly large. Instead, she ends up tangled gracelessly in the sheets and slightly frozen in place, like the guy waking up won't see her if she's completely still.

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"That... seems more likely," Jason admits quietly, eyes going a little darker as he glances at her and they step off the paved path and onto the sand. "At least, based on the stories."

Of course, "We're together, though. They left us together, so - that's something."

He's not sure what, really, but he's grateful for it, all the same.

"Through amnesia and double amnesia," she agrees.

The ocean's in sight now, and she picks up the pace, stopping only a couple feet away from where the ocean meets the sand. The sound of the water soothes her, though she's not sure that's a sign of anything special. "So, how would I control water?"

"Through amnesia and double amnesia," Jason can't help but repeat with a soft smile, following as she takes the lead again. Honestly, he can practically see her perk up as they near the shoreline.

"Oh, I - " Well, he has no idea. How had he controlled the wind? Mostly through fear and panic, he thinks, but it can't just be that.

He closes his eyes and breathes in through his nose, slowly. Then out again, just as slowly. He probably looks ridiculous for several seconds.

And then the breeze picks up a little, tugging at his hair gently, and his lips twitch again. "It's - I don't know. It's hard to explain. You just sort of... reach for it?"

It's definitely easier the second time around.

"Hmm."

She kicks up her shoes and rolls up the bottoms of her jeans a few inches because if she's going to try this, then something tells her she should probably be in the water. It feels nice, at least, when she steps in - maybe not her father's god of the ocean nice, but how are you supposed to judge that?

Jason had shut his eyes and looked like he was kind of centering himself, and while she doesn't think she's really a meditation kind of girl, she shuts her eyes and tries to. Find something. Some connection deep inside to the ocean that will let her do something with the water.

After a moment, she sighs. "I don't think this is working."

The water's gone completely still for a few feet in a circle around her. She hasn't opened her eyes yet to see.

"Actually, I think it is."

Jason's voice is soft; he'd opened his own eyes as soon as he'd heard her start moving, and has been watching her stand there - and watching the water start to sort of stand there, too. It's eerie, and ethereal, and kind of amazing, the way the water just around her is acting so strangely. But at least it leaves no doubt that it's because of her.

"You're definitely doing something."

"What?"

She opens her eyes and blinks down at the water, which manages to stay still only for a few seconds more before it starts moving again, like the rest of the ocean. If he hadn't confirmed something was happening, she would think she imagined it.

"I can, what, make water stop moving?" What a cool power.

Jason laughs - gently, just a little - at the expression on her face.

"I have a feeling you can do a lot more than that," he admits - because he does. He has no idea how he knows, other than it must be something he remembers, trying to break through. "I don't know what, but... I think you can do more."

He leans down and pulls off his own shoes and socks, wading into the water next to her. "Try again?"

She hadn't expected him to get in the water with her, but the water is very nice, so even if she can't manage anything impressive, it's not like it's a total loss, right? Right.

She tries to find that place she was in earlier, and the water stills once more, as if it's waiting for her to do something. When she opens her eyes this time, it stays where she put it. She reaches out a hand, and a stream of water bubbles up to meet it.

Jason grins, crouching down to get a better look, not minding if it gets his jeans wet. He keeps his hands to himself, not wanting to mess anything up by reaching out to touch, but really, it's fascinating to watch. "Hey, there you go. Look at that."

He grins up at her. "Looks like you can make it stop and make it go."

"I guess so."

After a moment of just moving her hand around a bit, watching the fountain of water follow it, she gets a mischievous look on her face and - with a little flick of her hand - splashes him with the water.

Jason is not expecting that - he splutters and goes over on his butt in the shallow water - and then it's on.

He's already wet, so why not try to splash her back?

She raises her hands instinctively, as if to block the splash of water, and it… works. The splash stops a couple inches from her body and falls back down into the ocean.

“Oh, wow.”

"Well, that's handy," Jason murmurs, entranced, but he honestly can't even be really mad about it.

Though he does try it again - more out of curiosity than actually trying to get her wet.

This time, the water reversed direction and splashes directly back in his face while Percy smirks at him.

“I don’t think that’s going to end well for you.”

Yeah, Jason's now pretty thoroughly soaked. His grin turns sly as the breeze picks up just a little, momentarily, as if in response to the playfulness that's passing behind his eyes.

"How about this?" he asks, and rolls closer, swiping at her knees in an attempt to knock them out from under her so she trips into the water, too.

She jumps instinctively to avoid the swipe and the water cooperates, supporting her. And then she shoved him backwards because wow, okay, he deserves it.

Jason just goes with the shove - though it does turn into a bit of a backwards somersault that ends up with him crouched on his feet this time. Which is - almost not what he'd expected to happen, but some sort of weird, instinctual muscle memory had kicked in.

Now the wind whips up a little more, but he's still grinning. "You seem like you have the hang of it now."

He stays crouched, though; there's still a chance he might try to tackle her.

“When did you become a gymnast?” she asks, which is obviously not going to get a serious answer but also, wow. She might be admiring him a little. (She might be admiring him a lot.)

“I think so.”

She’s not going to make the next move, but she is eyeing him warily for an attack.

Yeah, he has no idea how he did that, so he just raises his eyebrows almost apologetically, which is offset by the way he's still grinning at her.

And yeah. She's not going to move, so he does, springing up with the intent of tackling her into the shallow water.

Nothing makes sense right now, but at least right now, they don't really have to think about it.

Her muscles tense like she’s going to dodge and then she doesn’t, instead letting him tackle her and then immediately flipping them over, using the water to strengthen the move. She ends up smirking down at him, mysteriously dry even though she definitely shouldn’t be.

Jason, meanwhile, is now soaked and covered in sand as he blinks up at her - and can't help but laugh a little.

"Oh, that's really not fair."

He tries to splash her again halfheartedly, but he doesn't expect it to work at this point.

Any splashing he does this time just goes around her while she continues to smirk at him. “Don’t fight a daughter of Poseidon in the ocean, I guess.”

Jason blows out a breath, but there's laughter on the tail and of it, and he doesn't look all that put out.

After all, the fact that she can control the water like that is pretty amazing. It's one good, or at least not obviously bad, thing they've learned today.

And he can fly. Which... okay. That's pretty cool, too.

"I guess not," he admits, seeing if she'll at least let him up onto his elbows a bit. "All it gets you is wet with sand in your pants."

As she stands, she opts to be extremely generous to her poor, defeated husband and offer him a hand up. After all, she can afford it.

"We've both learned something today."

(She's learned that he looks really good when wearing soaked clothes.)

He is indeed entirely soaked, and going to have to walk back to the room like that.

But he doesn't mind, somehow. It's warm outside and he maybe kind of likes that look on her face, even as he accepts her hand and says, "I guess we did."

Honestly, they've learned a lot. He feels a little better, for all that it's only raised more questions. "Next time I'll have to take you on on dry land."

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