( wanda doesn't quite get that reference, but imagines that he means a store. wanda's eyebrows raise at that, crossing her arms and looking at him with an unamused (but not offended) tone to her facial expression. )
I made all of that myself, you know.
( so better start putting some respect to her name— )
I gave one to Annabeth, too. I don't know what kind of things you get in Solvunn, but I'm sure something like this beats unknown pastes made from berries and tree sap.
[ Percy's laughter melts into a grin that is both partially apologetic and partially surrendering because he now realizes that his quip probably didn't come out right. At least, it didn't really come out the way he'd meant it to. ]
No, this is really awesome. [ He adds quickly, and moves in to initiate giving her a hug this time. It's quick and it's one-armed, considering he's still holding onto the bag of homemade hygiene products, but it's heartfelt. ] Definitely not a disappointment either, but you know what, I'd still consider it a gift. Thanks, Wanda. Seriously.
( whatever prickly response she would have liked to keep pretending she was feeling is quickly swept away by the one-armed hug. wanda tries to play it cool, but there's a smile that she is fighting back should he look. )
Then you'll have plenty of gifts in the future.
( as she is going to try to get them to him as much as possible, through nocwich. )
—and if there's anything in specific you'd like, just tell me. Annabeth wanted citrus scents.
[ He's a teenage boy eyeballs deep in monsters and Greek god politics; knowing what scents go best with his natural biological chemistry or whatever is kind of the last thing he ever thinks about.
As long as he's clean and showers after a particularly harrowing training session, or an afternoon out with the horses is kind of all that matters to him.
That said — ]
Or I guess ... anything you think Annabeth might like on me? Does that sound weird? I guess that sounds weird.
( okay, now it's impossible for wanda to avoid smiling. she gestures at percy, as she takes a seat on one of the benches by the foot of the stairs. this is so much like something her brother would ask her once he was old enough to notice that girls were noticing him.
the memory makes her laugh for how silly it is. )
It does, but it makes sense to ask. I care very much for how I smell; that's most of what Matt can 'see' ( she uses air quotes with her fingers ) from me. And a guy smelling nice is something every girl wants.
( and, she adds, )
Soft skin, too. So, you have to promise me to use sunscreen when you wake up and the lotion I got for you before you go to sleep. Every day. No skipping.
Oh — yeah. That makes total sense. You know, I don't think I've really seen Matt since ... you know, the whole alternate-universe thing. I'm guessing things are still pretty good though.
[ Considering she's telling him about the way scent is so important to their relationship. It's nice to hear.
He hasn't had a lot of conversations with any adult about these kinds of super normal, almost mundane aspects about relationships. Mostly he's been winging it, knowing that Annabeth has always been more than just his girlfriend because she's his best friend and partner and everything else in between. It also helps to know that if he ever did anything wrong, Annabeth wouldn't hesitate to make sure he knows it. ]
You got it, no skipping. [ He follows suit to join her at the bench and sits beside her. ] Promise. I'll have the softest skin in all of Thorne.
[ He laughs at the absurdity of the statement. ]
I've never really thought about it but ... I do like the way Annabeth smells too. I think it's the citrus.
( it makes something inside her swell with pride—for herself? for him?—when percy acquiesces to her stipulations. she knows her advice doesn't go unheard by others, but percy is special to her. when he sits beside her, wanda is quick to grab for one of his hands.
she thinks they are both past that feeling of awkwardness.
when her hand draws away from his, he will find a small, solid tin. inside, it's not a balm, but rather a solid, scented bar. )
Solid cologne, with deep wood notes. Wear it when you have plans to be around her, and I promise you she'll notice you smell nice.
( hopefully he knows the right spots to apply it on— )
Want to give it a try? I'll tell you if you're doing it right.
[ He does not, in fact, know the right spots to apply it on. With the little tin (and bar) in his palm, he studies it before experimentally bringing it up to sniff at.
It does smell nice, and probably nothing like he's generally used to. Most of the time there's a faint whiff of the ocean and its saltwater on him, but he gathers it's because of his patronage. He's never used an ocean-scented cologne or anything in his life. ]
Uh. Sure — [ He starts, before huffing an apologetic laugh. ] Actually, I have no idea where I'm supposed to use it. Unless it's like a deodorant?
[ You live an active enough life and you definitely get to know what deodorant's like. But purposefully smelling good for someone else is kind of new for him. ]
( even isolated as she was, the world before her exile had that horrid trend. she turns to face him, still sat, and takes hold of the tin. it opens easily with a turn of the lid, presenting the solid gel-like product within. it's almost like a lip balm, with a less shiny consistency. )
—anyway, you want to get a little bit on your finger, like this. ( wanda uses her ring finger to rub on the surface of the product. ) And then you dab it behind your ears. You can just a rub a line under them.
( which she does, for him, pressing a line under one ear, then repeats the process for the other.
over his shirt, she draws a line at his collar area. )
Here, too, and then on the inside of your wrists. It's pretty light, but you can smell it, right?
( wanda offers him the tin in return, should he want to make use of it for the other parts she pointed out. )
Nah, I'm a simple guy — just the one-stick-does-all for me.
[ Is that worse? Maybe that's worse. Listen, Annabeth has never complained about it before!
But he follows her direction anyway, dabbing it on his finger as instructed, to get the other places that she'd mentioned. This feels a lot more complicated and a lot more work than he's ever put in to smelling, but maybe that's just the way of it.
After his wrists are taken care of, he lifts one to sniff at his skin and nods. ]
Yeah, I can smell it. [ It's nice. It makes him feel like a whole other person.
And then a thought occurs to him. ] Do you think this stuff would mask me from monsters catching my scent?
end of the day, it turns out percy is a lot like those men she knows who prefer to get into fights, sweat a lot, and keep active. she is reminded so immensely of pietro, and it doesn't help that percy's features matches her brother's quite a bit. )
You're that kind of guy, huh.
( wanda shakes her head, giving it a thought for a moment, and then shrugging. )
You should ask Matt. He has a more sensitive nose about these kinds of things.
[ Percy shrugs haplessly, feigning a pretty convincing look of apology at least.
He really is that kind of guy. Thinking of himself in terms of how other people would perceive him from a totally aesthetic (or olfactory) perspective just seems like a child of Aphrodite thing to do, and it's a good day when he isn't drooling in his sleep, and his hair isn't sticking up every which way.
He probably could spend at least another few minutes glancing at a mirror every now and then though. ]
Yeah, that's a totally normal conversation-starter to have. 'Hey Matt, can you sniff me? I just wanna know if this stuff I'm wearing is strong enough so I don't smell like monster food.'
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I made all of that myself, you know.
( so better start putting some respect to her name— )
I gave one to Annabeth, too. I don't know what kind of things you get in Solvunn, but I'm sure something like this beats unknown pastes made from berries and tree sap.
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[ Percy's laughter melts into a grin that is both partially apologetic and partially surrendering because he now realizes that his quip probably didn't come out right. At least, it didn't really come out the way he'd meant it to. ]
No, this is really awesome. [ He adds quickly, and moves in to initiate giving her a hug this time. It's quick and it's one-armed, considering he's still holding onto the bag of homemade hygiene products, but it's heartfelt. ] Definitely not a disappointment either, but you know what, I'd still consider it a gift. Thanks, Wanda. Seriously.
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Then you'll have plenty of gifts in the future.
( as she is going to try to get them to him as much as possible, through nocwich. )
—and if there's anything in specific you'd like, just tell me. Annabeth wanted citrus scents.
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[ He's a teenage boy eyeballs deep in monsters and Greek god politics; knowing what scents go best with his natural biological chemistry or whatever is kind of the last thing he ever thinks about.
As long as he's clean and showers after a particularly harrowing training session, or an afternoon out with the horses is kind of all that matters to him.
That said — ]
Or I guess ... anything you think Annabeth might like on me? Does that sound weird? I guess that sounds weird.
[ He laughs again. ]
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the memory makes her laugh for how silly it is. )
It does, but it makes sense to ask. I care very much for how I smell; that's most of what Matt can 'see' ( she uses air quotes with her fingers ) from me. And a guy smelling nice is something every girl wants.
( and, she adds, )
Soft skin, too. So, you have to promise me to use sunscreen when you wake up and the lotion I got for you before you go to sleep. Every day. No skipping.
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[ Considering she's telling him about the way scent is so important to their relationship. It's nice to hear.
He hasn't had a lot of conversations with any adult about these kinds of super normal, almost mundane aspects about relationships. Mostly he's been winging it, knowing that Annabeth has always been more than just his girlfriend because she's his best friend and partner and everything else in between. It also helps to know that if he ever did anything wrong, Annabeth wouldn't hesitate to make sure he knows it. ]
You got it, no skipping. [ He follows suit to join her at the bench and sits beside her. ] Promise. I'll have the softest skin in all of Thorne.
[ He laughs at the absurdity of the statement. ]
I've never really thought about it but ... I do like the way Annabeth smells too. I think it's the citrus.
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( it makes something inside her swell with pride—for herself? for him?—when percy acquiesces to her stipulations. she knows her advice doesn't go unheard by others, but percy is special to her. when he sits beside her, wanda is quick to grab for one of his hands.
she thinks they are both past that feeling of awkwardness.
when her hand draws away from his, he will find a small, solid tin. inside, it's not a balm, but rather a solid, scented bar. )
Solid cologne, with deep wood notes. Wear it when you have plans to be around her, and I promise you she'll notice you smell nice.
( hopefully he knows the right spots to apply it on— )
Want to give it a try? I'll tell you if you're doing it right.
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[ He does not, in fact, know the right spots to apply it on. With the little tin (and bar) in his palm, he studies it before experimentally bringing it up to sniff at.
It does smell nice, and probably nothing like he's generally used to. Most of the time there's a faint whiff of the ocean and its saltwater on him, but he gathers it's because of his patronage. He's never used an ocean-scented cologne or anything in his life. ]
Uh. Sure — [ He starts, before huffing an apologetic laugh. ] Actually, I have no idea where I'm supposed to use it. Unless it's like a deodorant?
[ You live an active enough life and you definitely get to know what deodorant's like. But purposefully smelling good for someone else is kind of new for him. ]
look at their matching icons
( even isolated as she was, the world before her exile had that horrid trend. she turns to face him, still sat, and takes hold of the tin. it opens easily with a turn of the lid, presenting the solid gel-like product within. it's almost like a lip balm, with a less shiny consistency. )
—anyway, you want to get a little bit on your finger, like this. ( wanda uses her ring finger to rub on the surface of the product. ) And then you dab it behind your ears. You can just a rub a line under them.
( which she does, for him, pressing a line under one ear, then repeats the process for the other.
over his shirt, she draws a line at his collar area. )
Here, too, and then on the inside of your wrists. It's pretty light, but you can smell it, right?
( wanda offers him the tin in return, should he want to make use of it for the other parts she pointed out. )
omg like mama like son
[ Is that worse? Maybe that's worse. Listen, Annabeth has never complained about it before!
But he follows her direction anyway, dabbing it on his finger as instructed, to get the other places that she'd mentioned. This feels a lot more complicated and a lot more work than he's ever put in to smelling, but maybe that's just the way of it.
After his wrists are taken care of, he lifts one to sniff at his skin and nods. ]
Yeah, I can smell it. [ It's nice. It makes him feel like a whole other person.
And then a thought occurs to him. ] Do you think this stuff would mask me from monsters catching my scent?
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end of the day, it turns out percy is a lot like those men she knows who prefer to get into fights, sweat a lot, and keep active. she is reminded so immensely of pietro, and it doesn't help that percy's features matches her brother's quite a bit. )
You're that kind of guy, huh.
( wanda shakes her head, giving it a thought for a moment, and then shrugging. )
You should ask Matt. He has a more sensitive nose about these kinds of things.
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He really is that kind of guy. Thinking of himself in terms of how other people would perceive him from a totally aesthetic (or olfactory) perspective just seems like a child of Aphrodite thing to do, and it's a good day when he isn't drooling in his sleep, and his hair isn't sticking up every which way.
He probably could spend at least another few minutes glancing at a mirror every now and then though. ]
Yeah, that's a totally normal conversation-starter to have. 'Hey Matt, can you sniff me? I just wanna know if this stuff I'm wearing is strong enough so I don't smell like monster food.'
[ He laughs. ]
He's gonna think I'm insane.