i havent made a post about trans girl jason in a while and i miss her so
• she just goes by grace. she spends ages worrying over a name and being unable to find one that she likes, but nothing fits. piper and reyna both agree that only the name ‘xena’ is badass enough for her to deserve, but she laughs and says no thanks. she thinks, 'maybe gabrielle?’ and likes it, but it just doesnt feel…. right. its a good name for sure but… for a different girl.
• well, technically, she doesnt just go by grace, that was a lie. leo actually calls her 'supergirl’
when she tells leo shes a girl his eyes go wide and his jaw drops and she feels so afraid for a moment but then he says loudly “youre not blond superman, you’re supergirl! that makes so much more sense!” and he’s grinning and being his usual self. he makes a few jokes about how “pixie cuts are in, dont worry about the hair” because thats the only way he seems to know how to be nice and she quietly resigns herself to a lifetime of being stuck with him
secretly, though…. she thinks its sweet. and shes more relieved than she’s ever been
• she’s called other things, too. 'friend’, for one. 'sister’ when she tells thalia, who’s over the moon to hear she has a little sister. 'fly girl’, by percy and piper, as well as 'gorgeous’.
and on one memorable occasion… 'legs’. that had been the first time she’d seen dakota since she’d begun to present more femininely. it was also her first time being cat-called.
she’d bristled and turned to strike the dude into a pile of ash, but then recognized dakota (who was smiling like a fat happy cat) and her face fell into flat annoyance. she looked at him with a blank stare for maybe twenty whole seconds before his cool, cheshire cat facade broke and he fell over into giggles.
“welcome to the land of the pink, white, and blue, my dear,” he said after their hello kisses and hugs. “its a hard road, but its…” he struggled to find the words
she smiled. “its different, but it feels a lot better.”
he grins too, and says thoughtfully, “i agree. funny, you and me, both praetors of the fifth cohort, both trans, both gorgeous…. we’re basically the same person.”
she laughs and pays along “we’re like twins.”
“you cant even tell us apart!” and so on, and so forth.
its good to see dakota again. his sense of humor is…. well, he’s dakota, and she’s missed that. being with him reminds her of simpler times. it reminds her how much and how very little things have changed since then.
• she’s also called 'aunt grace’. it started as a bit of a joke, since she’s technically the aunt of hermes cabin, apollo cabin, ares cabin, dionysus cabin, and athena cabin.
will solacd, who is also trans, started it. he’s telling her he’s proud of her for coming out, that if fighting monsters time and again didnt prove she was brave then this did. it makes her smile, even though she shrugs off the praise. this doesnt feel like bravery. mostly shes nervous and tired and irritated by how repetitive coming out has been.
she pulls herself out of her thoughts to reply but then his eyes go wider and he cocks his head to the side, as if surprised. “guess this means i have two aunts!”
theres a beat of silence. she blinks. “…what?”
will laughs, shaking his head. “sorry, i mean you and thalia! well,” will concedes. “two mortal aunts, i guess.”
then, before she knows it, cecil markowitz hears about it and is telling his entire cabin about aunt grace. aaaand the hermes cabin tells the other campers who tell other campers who tell other campers and word gets all the way around camp half blood. before she knows it, tons of kids are calling her “aunt grace”. most people say it ironically (at first) but the younger campers do seem to look up to her….
she talks to percy about the situation over an iris message and he laughs and laughs. “you always were the motherly type” he says. “does this make me uncle percy? can i choose to be uncle percy?”
she groans and throws herself down onto her bunk. “unbelievable”. but secretly, she doesnt mind. in fact… she kind of likes it. being an aunt, being a sister. its not so different than being an uncle or a brother, but she supposes thats because she never was those things. she’s always been supergirl and aunt grace and baby sister. maybe even 'legs’, she thinks, a quiet giggle escaping. she’s just finally allowing herself and others to truly realize that.
and its nice. very nice.