“Dionysus,” Percy called, holding up Chrysaor’s golden mask. “Or Bacchus —whatever. You made this victory possible, even if you weren’t here. Your enemies trembled at your name...or your Diet Coke, or something. So, yeah, thank you.”
It’s currently 3.20 a.m and I’m in tears
— Mar 12, 2023 12:22PM
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