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Percy was in the camps weapon shed, trying to sharpen his blade. He lined it up with the rock, trying to scrape it along the surface. His attempts were all hopeless. Percy let go of his blunt sword on the rock with a sigh, fingering the engraved rune lettering.
“Percy?” Beckendorf came over to him, a wrench in his hand and some scraps of metal in the other. Percy stared at his complexion, his deep brown eyes and his gentle hands.
“Oh, uh, hi.” He stammered. Beckendorf raised an eyebrow, and then eyed his sword. “Need help with that?”
Percy looked down at his sword. “Oh, yeah.”
Beckendorf let go of the stuff in his hands, dragged his own sharpening rock beside Percy, and picked up a sword from a nearby pile.
“So just angle it like this, and scrape it along sideways. Make sure you keep it straight, or else it’ll sharpen at the wrong angle. If there are sparks of metal, that means you did it perfectly.” Beckendorf’s gravelly voice explained, Percy nodded in understanding, and mirrored his actions. His sword made a horrible scraping sound that made him wince, and Beckendorf chuckled. “It takes some practise, but it’ll work soon. Hey, how did the fireworks with Annabeth go?” He asked.
Percy blinked, letting go of his sword uselessly. “It went well. We talked, and stuff.” Percy said, blushing. Beckendorf chuckled even louder. “Hey!” Percy went as red as a tomato. “What about you and Silena?” He protested.
Beckendorf blushed at that, too. Percy smirked. “So it also went good for you, did it?”
Beckendorf grinned. “Yep, we’re together now.” Beckendorf said. Percy’s eyes widened, and he smiled. “Hey, good for you, man. Scoring the Aphrodite head counsellor like that.” Percy hit Beckendorf on the back.
Beckendorf cheeks looked like they were on fire, and his ears reddened.
“No, seriously. I’m happy for you.” Percy assured him. Beckendorf nudged him with his elbow. Percy backed away, holding up his hands in surrender. “Plus, I called it.”
Beckendorf grinned. “Get back to sharpening your sword.” He said, crossing his arms.
“Will you do it for me, please?” Percy clapped his hands together in desperation. During training the other day, he was totally hopeless with a blunt sword. Beckendorf scoffed.
“Dude, you need to learn. Position and drag it down exactly like this.”
“…”
“Yeah, you’re hopeless.”
“Hey!”