rachel deciding to steal your twin brother’s pegasus, blackjack, and riding it to camp half-blood had disrupted yours and annabeth’s and percy’s peace of mind. you’d all gotten to camp half-blood just in time to see rachel trying to turn herself in the fucking oracle of delphi, and, of course, what came with that? apollo, the god of the sun who’s favourite thing to do was make you blush.

still feeling unsure about the second great prophecy that rachel just spewed, you took to staring at her with an obviously annoyed look on your face, like annabeth, and unlike percy’s concerned one as he knelt down beside an unconscious rachel.

“oh, don’t be jealous, sunshine,” apollo teased, cocking his head to the side, “my attention’s still all on you.”