Dealing with Drama

Calypso's Clothes: Part 1

AN: I can feel myself losing interest in this story since right now, this is just fluff and smut, and I don't want to write this anymore. But you don't have to worry, I will see this book through to the 100 chapter mark.

Time: One Day After Getting a Garage

Percy smiled as his dark sea-green eyes followed Calypso's bouncing, giddy form as she skipped down the street. Ignoring all the hungry and jealous stares directed at the- no, his- undoubtedly divine Titaness, Percy laughed out loud, being tugged hastily towards the mall. "Ha, wait up Moonlace!"

He called after her, using his nickname for the Titaness.

"I can't!" She called back, her almond eyes flashing briefly towards him in barely concealed irritation. "Why are you so slow?"

And she whirled around in an elegant swirl of pearly white, shining fabric to continue down the path, never relenting her iron grip on the Dark god's wrist.

She did not, however, maintain that pace for long.

Like a child exposed to the world for the first time, she fluttered from place to place, akin to a butterfly fluttering from flower to flower. At one point, she would just gawk at the towering glass and concrete skyscrapers overhead, comparing them to the tall trees of the lush forest of her island. She hugged Percy's arm tightly, scared by the roaring vehicles that zoomed past her like rampaging beasts of old, leaving a horrible smoke that choked the goddess, who had never been used to such pollution.

She would smile and pat a child on the head, a bright smile etched on her face, while the next moment, her attention would be caught by some flashing screen somewhere. And when she had been bored by that, she would join Percy in petting the stray dog that had wandered over to them.

Percy sighed, the smile on his face yet to recede as he watched Calypso play with the dog, rolling it over on its back so that she could scratch its tummy. The dog's tongue lolled out of the corner of its mouth as it panted in the heat of downtown Manhattan, its ears flapping around as it tried to lick her hand.

Letting his beautiful Titaness play with the dog for a bit longer, Percy leaned against a lamppost, his jaw leisurely working on the piece of chewing gum in his mouth.

He looked up at the sky, met with an oppressive weather after so long at Ogygia's untouched, pure atmosphere. The sky was not visible, being blocked out by smoke and noxious fumes. The endless grey plain that he saw did not have a shred of resemblance to the stormy grey, tropical sky he had been used to. The breeze was almost nonexistent in the cage of concrete and glass, whatever he got was smoke from a car's exhaust. His customized Sabaton playlist blasting in his ears was the only thing keeping him from the unyielding chaos of the mortal world that he so longed to leave behind.

It reminded him too much of the time he had spent fighting for his life as a teen in three wars, which had happened too soon. The smoke, the hidden sky, the roaring sounds.... Percy tried to keep his breath even, as he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate only on the kickass guitar solo in his ears.

Despite his best efforts, he could feel his pulse quickening, his muscles tense in anticipation of an assault.

He flinched as he felt a soft, small hand entangle itself in his larger paw, and he carefully pried his sea-green eyes open, already having put up a false facade of cool emotions.

Seemingly nonchalant sea-green met concerned amber, and Percy could not but flinch at the ease with which Calypso read all his emotions. Sometimes, he swore, that woman could read him almost as well as Annabeth.