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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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."

"We'll see." She nudges his shoulder playfully. She suspects she might have a few more tricks up her sleeve somewhere that make her more formidable than you'd think on dry land. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking?

Honestly, he gets that feeling, too - but he still thinks he might stand a better chance with dry land under his feet.

Or maybe thin air, because he can do that, too. Which is just - crazy.

"We will," he grins back, as though promising a rematch. For now, though, "I think I have sand... everywhere. How does that even happen?"

"That's just how sand works."

Unless you're Percy, in which case you're oddly dry and largely free of sand. "I don't remember my last name, and even I know that."

Jason just rolls his eyes and goes to pick up his shoes and socks - but he's definitely not putting them back on. Wet shoes are the worst, he definitely knows that much.

"Well, I guess it's my turn to need a shower to get it all off, then," he admits, tilting his head to the side. "Unless you want to stay out here a little longer?"

He certainly couldn't begrudge her that, if she does. She just found out she's the daughter of a sea god.

It's not that she doesn't want to stick by the ocean for a while longer, but she's considerably more loathe to separate from him. Plus, they've found out some weird things about who they are during this little trip outside, and maybe she could take a little time to get used to that.

"I'll come with you."

Jason nods, reaching down to pick up her shoes and socks too, then. "Okay."

And then, "We can come back later."

Because it still seems like they're going to be here a few days. Which at least calls for more experimentation. Maybe it will help them remember.

He doesn't necessarily remember anything more, but it still seems worth asking, "Did it jog any memories for you?"

She didn't need him to carry anything for her, but she's not going to object if he insists. And, obviously, the fact that he's picked them up means he insists.

"Not exactly? It feels familiar, like I used to know about it. But I don't remember anything."

When she steps out of the water, she's completely dry. Because of course she is.

It seems only polite, is all. He tucks their shoes under his arm and nods, definitely a little impressed at the way she walks out of the water looking like it wasn't even there. He's definitely wet and dripping enough for the both of them.

"Yeah. Same. I keep getting feelings. But nothing solid. And I don't know if it's memories or just hunches."

And, obviously, "Using whatever powers we have must be something we couldn't forget."

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