Ok, I had a little too much fun imagining Helena and Damon interacting with each other, so I offer a very basic writing on their reactions to Priscilla’s journal entry and how they handle it.
(Note: Helena COMPLETELY belongs to @impeccably-stressed and I’m writing about my particular Damon. Naturally, @Rohie owns Children of the Gods and @gia has a claim on the creative process of Priscilla’s journal entries).
Breaking Point (a Helena x Damon Friendship oneshot)
Even as the small girl’s back stiffened, she refused to leave the comfort of the log and their campfire. Normally, this voice made her bubble with excitement and joy. She would sprint to its owner and wrap her arms around his much too giant frame, relishing the warmth and softness that it offered as she buried her face in his chest. His hand would reach forward to tousle her short hair and she would peek up just enough to see black eyes narrowed with affection at her.
But there is no lightness in Damon’s voice now; she could practically feel his eyes gazing sharply at her. And he never used her name like that; she was his ‘Sunshine’, not ‘Helena’. Her own stare remained locked on the campfire, her grip tightening on the accursed object against her chest. Just a little longer. Just a little longer and her fellow Demigod would slip away into the night as he always did. And then she could end this-
The sudden closeness of the voice startled Helena to her feet, dropping the very object that she didn’t want Damon to see was in her possession.
But Priscilla’s journal now laid between the Zeus Demigods and Helena’s wide eyes were far too honest to hide what her intentions had been for the book.
With great haste, the girl reached frantically for the book just as Damon’s hand claimed a side of his own. Her stomach sunk, her eyes taking in the behemoth before; her obstacle to ending the nightmares formed from the journal’s words.
“Damon let go.”
Helena’s friend remained silent to her shaky plea.
“Damon please! We have to-“
“Pretend we never found this? Delude ourselves into believing Zeus can offer something he couldn’t even give his lover?”
“Lie to Saint’s face about what we found?”
“Zeus can’t be what you want.”
The tugging began to start.
“You read how he treated her.”
Helena’s pulling became incessant, the desperation growing more evident.
For a moment, it had been a blur of haste and dread, a desperation to stop the harsh words that were spoken in a for too soft tone. And the next thing Helena knew, she found her hand on Damon’s face, his mahogany skin darkening where she had hit his cheek with all her might. The girl’s face paled at her action and she began to draw away from him.
But a large hand took a light grasp of her arm and stopped Helena’s escape. A gentle tug drew the young girl back and she found herself engulfed in a warmth far too familiar and soft than her actions deserved. As one hand began to rub soothing strokes on her back, Helena peeked up just enough to see Damon’s patient eyes gazing sympathetically at her.
“It’s going to be Ok, Sunshine.”
Damon whispered no more words, calmly soothing the smaller girl even as his face still stung from her smack. His shirt became drenched with wetness where Helena tried to hide her face and muffle her whimpers, but his embrace remain firm in its comfort.
The book felt heavy in his grasp.