Persie didn’t have alot of information about her birth family, but she always assumed that mental illness ran through it’s veins. The things she went through as a child also didn’t really help her case. She had the dna for it, and more than anything, she had many wounds that were too much to heal. So instead, the girl carried them above her head as a dark cloud, so no matter who she talked to, who shined the sun. To her, it was always raining. Her world was a cold storm, keeping her with a sniffly nose and a cold that people feared when they saw. They were right to, it seemed reasonable not to want to be around a person like that. It made her pity herself, too aware of her surroundings, but she was now starting to realize: In order for them to get close, she had to heal. It was the first time she was given a glimpse to the cure, and start to feel like she could breathe through her dry, stuffy throat, that suddenly didn’t feel so bad.
“It’s okay, I’ve had to assume most of my thoughts about it. So whatever you have to pitch, I’ve probably considered it. I’ve been trying to talk to Hera about it. But I also don’t want to ask them for any more help than they’ve already been giving me. I don’t want to be too much to handle.” More than I already am. Persie thought. She didn’t want to act like some stray cat needing to be nursed. That only pushed people away. Sure, that was the best description she could give of herself, but that wasn’t someone she wanted to be. So maybe, just maybe if she acted like she wasn’t, Hera would like her more.
She almost wanted to cry all over again when Leon said she’d be a good parent. “Sometimes I don’t think I can, but that’s all I want to be.” She gave him a broken smile. Leon knew better than most people how messy she could be. So what he was saying was probably a lie, but what if it wasn’t? It meant alot to Persephone that even just one person believed in her. Even more that it was him. The same guy who she thought was so mature, and had it all together. Granted, he was also the person who confessed he bs’s through most of it, but he did his job well. More than he gave himself credit for. She was flattered.
Atlas said what P assumed was probably good night to his coworkers, then followed her to the room. He agreed to go to dare or drink with her later, and she smiled until he said the whole thing about Leon. She felt a little bit excluded, even though Leon wasn’t even there. Drinking could only be done without her because you know… don’t want to give her child fetal alcohol syndrome haha… and figure skates? Persie knew she already had a lot to compete with considering the fact that they were long lost friends who used to date and knew each other for years, but she didn’t think she would start feeling it so fast.
“He means well.” She assured Atlas. “He’s just trying to help you right now.” Persie was managing to try to be nice, but she did feel a little bit off rooming with a guy speaking so flamboyantly about her baby daddy who was married to another woman. Of course, she shouldn’t feel that way about a guy who’s in the middle of being rescued right now. From a situation that made them seem to have so much in common, but she had also just met him. Consequently, Persephone was still trying to scope more about the personality of the man who introduce himself to her as Etienne, before everything changed so fast.
Was she also… defending Leon? Honestly, in those few months of knowing him, she had grown to love Leon’s discipline. Maybe it made him seem uptight, but Persie only saw exactly the person she needed to help raise her child, someone she could depend on. He had done her very very dirty in the beginning, but they were friends now, and Persie sticks up for her friends as much as she can. Even through her quiet demeanor.
She did admit, however, that she was curious about all of this history she had just found out the two had. And she also felt bad for informing Atlas about the personality of someone he had known so long, assuming he already knew that about Leon. But who knew? He definitely isn’t the same person he was three years ago, no teenager was. So she kind of wanted to find out what Atlas thought. “Figure skates?” She smiled a little, trying to be friendly so that Atlas would know she didn’t mean any harm in her questioning.