💗🩰🧠━━ 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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( sucré yeux )
PERSUS JACKSON. Son of the Sea God, earthshaker, stormbringer; pain in Nicoletta's ass.
Her eyes a mold, producing a carbon copy of each one of her glares as Percy tried to diffuse his inevitable frustrations at Annabeth, ( they were hopelessly lost ) by picking apart Nicoletta's clay walls, watching as she twirled Little Angel in her hand.
"Your form is rusty," he kicked a stone against a wall, the same wall Annabeth kept her hand firmly on.
Her brain ticked. Keeping a clean eye on Celeste, the girl was too busy fisting her bell-bottoms to make sure they didn't pool in the muck they were stepping in. "My form?"
She felt her palm sweat, anxiety riddled in her nerve endings and Percy, with his unmistakable, small smirk, and his messy hair, and his incredibly tired eyes that lit up her surroundings, even with their hues of exhaust, wasn't helping.
"You're hand is loose," with his stuck in his short pockets, he trudged forward. Innocently adding. "I wouldn't mind reminding you how it's done. Y'know, before anything dangerous happens and your dagger falls on your foot."
Sick at heart with a touch of vintage in her eyes, her fingers, which felt numb and dreamed up, lifted. With her palm open to the dark ceiling. Her penetratingly low voice pierced his ears as she stared at him. "Remind me, then." She smirked. "Y'know, before it falls on my foot."
Glancing down at the smaller girl, he grabbed the dagger. Not able to actually feel her fingers against his for the blood rushing through them, but he acted like such was so. "Don't mind if I do, bombshell."
In that moment, the name fit her perfectly. She was an old, classic Hollywood starlit. Her femininity applied in strokes to her cheeks, with her hair, which was previously in French braids until she undid them thirty minutes ago, was done up with beautiful curls, framing her face with some sort of mysterious secret. Her eyelids, which looked to be decorated with drops of oil by the way they glistening, fluttered open more to meet his gaze, peaks of her eyebrows lifted as she waited for him to do something.
"I didn't take you as a 'dagger guy' but I digress, show me." She stepped over a small bone like it was nothing, following Annabeth's steps.
He opened his strides, trying to keep up with the girl. "You're questioning my close-combat skills?"
She rolled her eyes, deadpanning. "I've never seen you hold a dagger, Percy."
