”he needed more than me. im friendly and thoughtful, and quite awfully pretty..but he needed more than me.”

you had been at camp since you were little. you were claimed decently early by your father, diony- sorry- mr. d. there whole thing seemed to be that “names have power,” blah, blah, blah.

through your time at camp, you found that mr. d wasnt really the most..present father. sure, he was there and all, but he was never there. you had conversations, maybe one or two inside jokes (that he probably forgot), etcetera. but, what could you expect? he didnt wanna be here, zeus brought him here as a camp directer as punishment.

since you never really had a bond with your father, you went to the other camp director — chiron. you both built a connection with eachother, eventually seeing him as a father figure. a lot of other campers did too, but their godly parent didnt really care. mr. d, on the other hand? maybe. you didnt know, and, hell, he didnt know either.

OKAY! present time, it was winter, around december. you were staying at camp year long again, your mother never picked you up. you were sitting on the steps of the empty cabin 12, chiron in his horse form standing next to you. you were telling him about the mom situation, and he was listening. mr. d was at the big house, watching you two from a distance with the slightest hint of melancholy, and is that longing? in his eyes.