Dealing with Drama

Clearing his Concerns

Time: Same Time

Hestia had disappeared as soon as the two appeared at Ogygia, after a few hours of sleeping and cuddling in the grass.

Percy felt mildly worried for her. Did she regret her actions? It was not like he had forced her to do anything she did not want to do. Rather, she had jumped him, despite his warnings.

He strode down the hallways purposefully, ignoring the few girls he met. It was still early in the morning, and most of them were asleep.

He really hoped Hestia wouldn't be avoiding him or acting awkward. He didn't know what to think. He looked at her like a good friend or family member, and he was at a loss as to how to react to her sucking his cock. Dealing with angsty immortal goddesses wasn't really his forte.

She sucks cock good. His traitorous mind supplied unhelpfully, and Percy felt his ichor rush to his cheeks as the image of a submissive Hestia kneeling before him.

Forcefully he pushed the image from his mind, concentrating on the task at hand.

He would check on the hearth goddess later, right now, he had promised her he would check on Sydney.

The day was well on its way. The sun was up, bathing the world in its golden, life-giving light. There was a beautiful, strong breeze, swaying the tall palm trees and rustling their leaves. The waters in the pool were slightly choppy, glistening in the sunlight, a stray rubber paddle floating in the middle of the water. The air was fresh and sweet, and despite the bright sunshine, Percy knew that there would be a tropical storm coming on at night. The air was filled with the cries of seabirds in flight, mixed with the gentle singing of the native Titaness as she tended to her garden.

Calypso was the only one on the island who was up and about so early in the morning, apart from Athena and Hestia.

Percy had seen her gardening during both his stays at Ogygia, and he could fondly recall it as one of his best memories, tugging at the corners of his lips. Her perfect smile that lit up the garden as she moved about the trees and shrubs and herbs, each leaf, each flower as soft as her skin. She would pluck a moonlace flower to braid her hair with, and fill her handwoven basket with medicinal herbs and plants.

Before he knew it, Percy was standing on a plain, black, woollen rug in front of an equally plain wooden door. There was a childish drawing of two stick figures hung on the door, with crude writings, as if done by a child. One of them had been crossed out with a pencil, the other read 'SYDNEY' in squiggly, black, capital letters. Beneath the drawing, on a gold plate, in elaborate, black cursive writing that was a one-eighty degree change from the previous one, was written the name of the other occupant in the room- Angela.

He knocked on the door, feeling his pulse quickening in anxiety as he stepped back to wait.

The door was flung open not twenty seconds later. "I told you to leave her al- oh, it's you." Angela eyed him up and down, the animosity, and protectiveness for her best friend and roommate, not receding a bit from her voice.

"C-can I talk to Sydney for a bit?"

Angela let him in, closing the door behind him. Not offering her a seat or speaking another word, she resumed her spot on her bed, which was closer to the door.

Percy examined the room quickly.

There were two twin-sized beds, separated by a few feet, with two foot rugs and a night table between them. There was an unopened pack of cards beside a glass of water on the table. Angela's side of the room, beside the door, was filled with shelves packed to the brim with books of all kinds, as expected of her. Sydney's side of the room was oddly Spartan, with a bathroom door on the black painted wall, and only a single closet as the only piece of furniture on her side. A mild fragrance of lemon and lime wafted through the air of the room.