𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫, [PJO]

𝟶𝟿: 𝙱𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝙳𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜"

───» What Once Was, Her's «───

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Trust me when I say this, Sage likes the trio. She adores them all for different reasons, but she is five seconds away from throwing Jason off of the dragon. If Piper didn't have such a tight hold on her waist and hands, Jason would have had to fly to wherever they were heading. She honestly forgot the destination.

Jason is a great guy, she really doubts he could do anything wrong, but there's something about how oblivious he is that scratches her brain the wrong way. Not that he would remember, but maybe he's just never been in a relationship? Because the way he's looking anywhere but Piper is a bit telling. It's like he's totally tongue tied.

Of course, losing your memories isn't going to do anything good for your ability to socialize, but come on. He's sitting behind Piper, not making any effort to talk about whatever they may or may not have had.

When all this is over, Sage is going to sit down and explain feelings to Jason.

Piper tapped Sage's hand before pointing toward Leo. "Can you wake him up? We're here."

"Here?" Sage's eyes furrowed, squinting at the sky. "I can't see shit."

She was quick to lean foreword, shaking Leo who in turn mumbled something about garages.

"Morning, Mr. Valdez."

He groaned, throwing a wave over his shoulder and letting his eyes take in the scenery.

"We're here," Piper said.

"Tell me that's Quebec City and not Santa's workshop," 

"Yeah, Quebec City," Piper confirmed. "One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so?"

Leo raised an eyebrow. "Your dad do a movie about that too?"

She made a face at him, which Leo seemed to be used to, but it didn't quite work with her new glamorous makeup. "I read sometimes, okay? Just because Aphrodite claimed me, doesn't mean I have to be an airhead."

"Feisty!" Leo said.

"Honestly, I would love to have some sort of excuse for my airhead-ness; but I doubt that relates to my godly parent." Sage mumbled, earning a snort from Jason.

"If you know so much," Leo leaned back, glancing over his shoulder. "What's that castle?"

"A hotel, I think."

He laughed. "No way."

While Leo and Jason didn't seem convinced, Sage wasn't surprised when the 'castle' turned out to be a bustling hotel. It had it all, a grand entrance, doormen, valets, and porters taking bags. Sleek black luxury cars idled in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurried to get out of the cold.