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Will chattered animatedly, his feathers fluttering and wings twitching as he described the various medicines in their cabin and the fresh stock of nectar and ambrosia just received from Olympus. He waved his hands, fingers pointing, utterly engrossed in his account. He loved these moments with his dad, especially now, with Austin and Kayla off on a minor quest, leaving his dad free to lift his spirits. He truly adored his dad.
He glanced back, expecting his father's usual attentive gaze, but Papa wasn't listening. His dad was staring at the green grass, a soft gold hue blooming on his pale cheeks – a tell-tale sign of a blushing god. His wings were fluffed up, and his tail swished back and forth, tracing patterns in the grass.
Will smiled, a warm glow spreading through him. Seeing his Papa so utterly delighted filled him with happiness.
"Dad?" Will called softly. No response.
"Dad!" he repeated, a little louder. Still nothing.
"DAD?" Will tried, raising his voice. Yup, no response.
"DAD!!" he shouted.
Finally. His dad startled, cerulean eyes, sun pupils glittering, snapping up to meet Will's. "Will?"
Will's tail twitched, resonating the affection flowing through their mental bond, and his wings poofed up. "Yeah, Dad, it's me. Your son." He said smugly, a pout playing on his lips. This was too much fun, teasing the most Greek of all Greek Gods.
Grinning, Will questioned, "So, Dad, what's on your mind?"
Papa hummed thoughtfully, seeming to consider his words. "I think I'm in love with Persia."
Wait, what? Persia? Like, his boyfriend's godsister, Persia? His friend? Olympus-saving, Riptide-waving, water-controlling Persia? Daughter of Poseidon?! Will's brain slammed to a halt. He felt a distinctly judgy look creep onto his face, his lips twisting into a grimace.
His dad was looking down, a soft smile gracing his lips. Then he looked up, those bright blue eyes, sun pupils shining white just like Will's own. "Any thoughts?"
"And prayers," Will managed, disturbed, a green tint to his face. "You're going to need them."
He adjusted his legs into a more comfortable pose, pressing a hand to his cheek. Will pursed his lips tightly.
His dad's smile slowly inverted into a pout, his hands slipping from his cheeks.