the woman who stayed in an abusive relationship for years to keep her son safe.
the woman who survived a minotaur attack and the underworld.
the woman who ate a primarily blue diet out of pure spite.
the woman who turned her abusive husband into a statue and sold him for a fortune.
the woman who was offered, by poseidon, a palace under the sea if she wished.
the woman who picked up a shotgun from a police car, used it against a laistrygonian giant, and when asked when she learned how to use it, responded “just now”.
a woman who, without notice, was met by a newly-human god and his twelve year old master and, without batting an eye, offered them food and clothing.
“Mop of blond hair” as Nico dialogue immediately upon meeting his boyfriend will never not be funny to me because “mop” isn’t exactly a common descriptor that just falls off thr tongue. Mess? Maybe.
But mop? No. Thats some sort of romance novel prose that happens when the fancy lady in the mansion starts thinking that the wretched yet charming gardener would look really handsome if he just cleaned himself up a little bit. How long has Nico been sitting on that comparison in order to actually say it Out Loud
