notaficwriter:

listen, my prediction for percy’s retirement is that he gets to the “tired old curmudgeon” phase of his life by the time he’s like, 31. i mean, we already saw shades of it, and he’s in his mid-twenties, i fully expect him to be unbearable to anyone who isn’t family by the time he could theoretically run for president.

percy, in a rocking chair outside of vex’s mansion, bad news in his lap: if any young, upstarting adventurers come up the walkway to ask me to give them quests, i will fire on sight.

vex: darling, you are 43 years old. why are you like this.