💗🩰🧠━━ In which Nicoletta Rossi's curved fingers marked a tombed heart. Her only hope is that it isn't the one she loves.
"Fem!Oc X Percy Jackson!"
"The Titans Curse/The Battle of The Labyrinth!"
Started: 9/7/21
Finished: TBD
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( Aphrodite's sonnet )
TO SPEAK OR TO DIE? An age-old question, one filled with promiscuity and sweetened tragedies, one that rots the teeth faster than marzipan could ever accomplish.
Nicoletta knew her answer, but that would remain a secret along with her swollen lips, plump with lies.
She reveled dramatically in her siblings out of character-symbolic destruction. She knew why each one of them could barely get out of the bed, couldn't even lift a hairbrush or a liner pencil, not because it wasn't physically possible, but because they didn't feel like it. She knew it was all Aphrodite's doing as retaliation, but she didn't care at all.
She didn't care if her blessing had been removed weeks ago, her skin no longer was aglow with thirst but was fed with something else, something thicker.
She didn't care that her skull was beating a melody of thrums against the side of her brain.
All she cared about was pissing Percy Jackson off.
A monopoly of games she could play with him, all she had to do was wink.
That night, a game was to be played. One Nicoletta hadn't even dreamt of, and she loved games.
Quintus made everyone who planned to participate suit up in combat armor, the heavy chest plate reminded her of capture the flag, causing her to grasp for the nearest tangible thing out of irritation ( something she had been doing a lot lately ) which was her hair. Her hair was now pitch black, a charcoal glint in the undertones, complementing her ashen eye color. Her head was long relieved of its head-splitting ponytail, the ribbon tied around her wrist as each curl cascaded down her back. She pulled and twisted one, half-listening to the directions.
"You will be in teams of two," Quintus announced. She then had a number of possible partners she could team up with flitter through her head. Celeste, maybe, but her personality is too angry. Annabeth would be a good candidate, but she's still sort of pissed at her. Jackson, Hades no. Theodore. Bingo. But then the swordmaster crashed her thoughts by saying: "Which have already been chosen!"
"AWWWWW!" everybody complained.
"Your goal is simple: collect the gold laurels without dying. The wreath is wrapped in a silk package, tied to the back of one of the monsters. There are six monsters. Each has a silk package. Only one holds the laurels. You must find the wreath before the other teams. And, of course . . . you will have to slay the monster to get it, and stay alive."
