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The dim white light of Percy's laptop lit up her face as she scrolled mindlessly through lists of name ideas.
Maybe she had realized that agonizingly annoying feeling at the back of her mind wasn't normal when she came to Camp Half-Blood for the first time, or when she fought in two Titan wars- hell, maybe it was the tumble into Tartarus that had woken her up. Either way, here she was, scanning over 66 Greek Names That Start With P, in good old Cabin 3 at 4:21am.
How the fuck did she end up here?
Somehow, it wasn't the process of actually coming out that was the biggest of her issues, no; although, it was creeping up to the top three of her 99 current problems by the minute. For now, she preferred to focus on picking a decent name- another task she couldn't risk screwing up. Delightful.
Phoebe and Penelope weren't really her type of names, Persephone was off the table for... obvious reasons, and Peggy would undoubtedly spark an onslaught of Hamilton puns from Mr. D. She was beginning to consider Perrine when she read the origin; feminine variation of Perry or Peter.
Fuuuck no.
She scrolled down further, clicking on one link after the other.
Paige sounded okay. No major meanings, short and sweet, and... similar enough to Percy?
Good enough, she thought to herself, closing the lid on her laptop and sighing. Who was she kidding? She hardly knew how to refer to herself, of course she had refused to consider her legacy as the great son of Poseidon who apparently saved Olympus, demigod-kind, blah blah blah. Sure, she trusted her family (and, hell, most of camp) to not hate her if when she came out as trans, but the thought still terrified her.
The floor of Cabin 3 felt comfortably cool against Percy's Paige's?? Percy's feet as she lowered herself from her bunk, observing the cabin's interior just like she had a million times before.
Percy had always taken a liking to the collection of seashells she'd accumulated since coming to camp, now used as a subtle decoration around the perimeter of the walls. Not that the walls weren't stunning already- they had this marine feel to them, like the cabin was encapsulated in a massive abalone shell. Most demigods liked to stop and stare at the 'endless' saltwater fountain, located at the back of the cabin, emitting a comfortable background white noise. Percy didn't blame them. She just preferred the tales behind her own decorations, because every one of her seashells had a unique story.
Or, uh, yeah, pretty seashells. That too.