💗🩰🧠━━ 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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(a lovers labor )
NICOLETTA'S JAW HINGED AS SHE SUNK HER TEETH INTO A GRANOLA BAR. The morning was unheard of in the Labyrinth, no sunlight littered with ashes as he scorns the moonlights dance, scorching her midnight frolic.
Even though there was no light seeping under her eyelids, Annabeth decided it was time to awaken the rest of the group. Something Nicoletta was regretting because she didn't know if her heart could take the awkwardness.
She opened her mouth to bite more of the granola bar, accidentally inviting in loose pieces of hair from her low ponytail. Frantically trying to remove the piece of hair as Annabeth woke Percy, she attempted to sip on a juice box without choking.
What was going through her head last night? Oh right. It was her mother.
Nicoletta faced the marble wall, gluing her eyes closed. She tried to build herself of any chemical imbalance in her brain, anything to pretend that she was not Nicoletta Rossi. Fifteen-year-old Demigod. Aphrodite spawn. Lovesick heartbreaker.
But it was pretty hard to pretend when you knew the truth and every detail about the truth except for the lie.
Despite the obvious distaste of yesterday's events in the air and Nicoletta's doomed romance they kept traveling. She didn't meet anyone's eye, especially not Percy's, and they tried hard to not meet hers like there was some sort of danger in her pupils. Well, there probably was.
As they wandered forward, following Annabeth, the old stone tunnels changed to dirt with cedar beams, like a gold mine, and she started to get really agitated.
"This isn't right," she pulled at the ends of her hair. "It should still be stone."
"Well, it's not, so like, what are you going to do about it?" Celeste slurred out the side of her mouth, large sunglasses on even though there was absolutely no need for them in the Labyrinth.
Annabeth's eyes got really wide and glassy. They dilated as she stared down at Celestes' nose, clutching her hands into tight fists.
They came into a new room, though, with large stalactites hanging from the roof with a rectangular pit in the middle. Nicoletta could feel a pulse in her wrist, she gripped it tight. "Maybe we should worry about why there's a grave in this room, Celeste."
Grover shivered, "it smells like the underworld in here."
Nicoletta unnaturally recognized it, how she didn't know, but the smell of labor turned into dust invaded her nose; death.
"Nico," Percy looked down at the pit, eyebrows furrowed. "He was summoning the dead. Again."
Tyson whimpered under his breath. "Ghosts were here. I don't like ghosts."
