Everyone knew to steer clear of Clarisse when she was in a mood, especially if she’d just seen her father. You, however, had no such qualms. Often, you were called upon to keep her in check. It wasn’t as if you could calm her down with the power of your love or some shit, you were just the only one in camo who wasn’t afraid to get close enough to knock her out.

You were a daughter of Hypnos, which meant you had the power to… guide her into rest. In other words, you would put her to sleep and then drag her to the Infirmary. When she was in a mood, she just… fought. She didn’t sleep, or eat, she just slashed down training dummy after training dummy.

So, after her latest magic-infused nap, she awoke in the infirmary. Her cuts were bandaged, and you were curled up on her legs. You were asleep, but seemed to slide slowly into consciousness when you felt her wake up. She wanted to laugh. For someone almost six feet tall, you could sure curl up like a little kid.

You stood up and stretched, cracking your back and your neck. From the quietness, she guessed it was about six- dinner time. She was hungry, seeing as she hadn’t eaten for the past two days. She had muscle mass to maintain. She never got very mad with you over this thing.

She knew, deep down, that she needed it. Her body always needed the reset, and so did her mind. She had seen her father again, telling her how she still wasn’t enough. How she hadn’t brought enough Glory to his name, how she was twenty and still couldn’t measure up to that Jackson kid.

You were two years her senior, and significantly calmer. Most of the time. You were usually meditating, finding what everybody called “The Prophetic Balance.” You always told her it was just a way to sneak naps. But sometimes, you were actually meditating and acting as a medium between the life and death, dreams and reality.

She secretly thought it was impressive, but would never actually mention that. You didn’t fight often, didn’t train more than once or twice a week. You could be strong when you wanted to be, but you chose mental strength over physical, while Clarisse was still realizing there was more than one kind.

She let you help her up even though she didn’t need it, and walked to the Dining Pavillon. You linked your pinky with hers, and she responded by taking your hand in hers. It took you a little off-guard, seeing as she wasn’t usually one for PDA.

But she walked with you to the buffet, then to the fire to scrape off some of her food in an offering for the Gods, which she dedicated to your father. You murmured something about Aphrodite when you did your offering, and she flushed, deciding the flames were temporarily more interesting than your eyes.

She schooled her features and straightened her spine, walking you back to Cabin fifteen’s table. She left with a nod, walking back to her own table. She smiled at her half-siblings, and they all started talking and boasting loudly about their latest conquests or fights.

You smiled at your siblings, although there were much fewer than most other Cabins- only sixteen, total. You grabbed Clovis by the hair and took his face out of his mashed potatoes, and let him lean on you as he slept. Both you and Clarisse were the Counsellor of for respective Cabins, but you took that job upon yourself in very different ways.

Clarisse was more authoritarian, always making sure people stayed in shape, in line, and got their shit done so they didn’t disgrace their father. You were more motherly, caring and quiet. You didn’t yell, but made sure everybody got their shit done nonetheless. And there wasn’t much worry over disgracing Hypnos- he was a good father and a reasonable god.

As you started on your plate of food, and the brunette began wolfing down hers, you caught her eye from across the Pavillon. Neither smiled or recognized it, instead turning back to your respective meals and siblings.