💗🩰🧠━━ 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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( choke, choke, choke)
NICOLETTA LIKED TO SAY HER BRAIN WAS MADE UP OF CRUMPLED POETRY. A bored bard scribbling down tragedy after tragedy and tossing it into the corner to collect dust. The poem that had ink stains, every 'i hope' and 'i wish' was burned with a match. The same match that had fire traveling down the tiny stick of wood, teasing her fingers before lighting them up in an eternal blaze. The poem was ruined as Percy's figure got smaller and smaller until he disappeared.
She was pissed. She was pissed that she might never get to create another poem that was filled with her truth, her heartache, her pulse quickening whenever she could smell his sandalwood and sea mist scent hovering around her. She could never create a poem about her cure. He was her cure. She could feel it. Percy Jackson was her cure, but also her disease. She was pissed about never being able to create a poem about her agony, her passion that he accidentally planted in her crumpled, ink-stained brain.
Nicoletta could feel the hot tears running down her face, unable to touch them due to how scorching the stream of her own despair felt on her skin, numbing her cheeks.
The moo-mobile stopped at a little house. Geryon happily ordered Eurytion to 'direct' them to the porch of the house as he whistled from behind, a gleam too content to be pure in his eyes as he clapped his hands from around his many chests.
"You see, I'd love to show y'all around but I don't get many guests and the house is a mess," he stomped up the steps that led to the porch of the house. "So why don't y'all make yourselves at home over there in that very corner."
His eyes regarded them all with a sickening sense of eagerness. In his mind, there were price tags hanging around their necks, tightening as the sun descended for the night. Geryon gripped his hands together, barely able to hide his exhilaration.
He snapped at Eurytion, a signal that apparently meant to man-handle Nicoletta and her friends. He tied them all up by the wrists and the ankles, avoiding scratches, loud protests, and biting.
Geryon began to hum to himself, playing with streamers and balloons while preparing sliders for a celebration barbecue.
"Hey!" Annabeth all but barked. Her eyes were wide, showing cracks in her crystal grey eyes. "Wha-what are you doing? Untie us!"
Geryon just smiled and shook his head, almost in a teasing manner. Nicoletta was impressed, Annabeth had always been pretty persuasive.
