👡🎞⏳ ━━ IN WHICH brandy monroe had an air of vintage drenched in perfume on the right side of her neck, rouge painted on her cheeks, and a classic love for percy jackson.
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In which brandy slowly...
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CHERRIES BLED THROUGH HER OILED SKIN. Nobody could make Brandy blush like Percy Jackson. His sarcastic imbued words were always laced with a sweetheart, or doll at the end of the sentence.
He had a honeyed smile every time he saw her get flustered. Her picturesque aura of an old Hollywood movie star, dipped in satin gloves and moonlight, would leave her bones just as quick as the word dolly would leave his mouth, his stupid, stupid mouth decorated with an even stupider crooked smile.
Brandy was flipping her lid.
Annabeth was red for a different reason. Her anger regarding Jackson seemed to roll off of her skin in waves. Her eyes were such a harsh hue of grey, Brandy found it hard to keep eye contact with her.
"Jackson, you've got to do better than that," Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows at the boy whose eyes were previously cast on Brandy's curls, contemplating pulling one to see how much it'll spring back up, before turning to look at Annabeth with an incredulous look upon his face.
"Literally, what?" He said with his sea green eyes flashing slightly.
Scoffing, Annabeth looked up to the sky, shaking her head, "I can't believe I thought you, of all people, were the one."
With a voice that sounded of rain, Brandy muttered to Annabeth, "Maybe we shouldn't count him out just yet-"
But Percy was angry now, the personification of a brewing storm. "What the hell is your problem?" He almost spat. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy –"
"Oh, you insufferable–don't talk like that!" Annabeth got in his face. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"
Percy side glanced at Brandy, wide Bambi eyes and a scent of white roses escaping from the sides of her neck. She was the prettiest soul he's ever seen, but he didn't think she would've wanted to get a rip in her tights, let alone fight a monster.
"To get killed?"
"No-! To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"
Percy backed away from Annabeth like she was crazy. "Look, if the thing I fought really was the Minotaur, the same on in the stories. . ."
"That's correct." Brandy nodded, tugging at her bottom lip, still wary of Percy.
"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So. . ."
