𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐀 𝐕𝐔 • Percy Jackson.

16

IT BURNS AS HE WALKS. The stinging cries across the nerves of his legs from cracks reaching up until they crash onto his shoulder. His stomach churns. The sun has drifted as the sky spirals. He feels both heavy and light as he brings one foot out and then the other.

His thoughts are muddled, yet for once he has a clear-ish mind. These stupid fucking thoughts. He doesn't like this change of having a clear-ish mind. He wants his sleepiness back, his little haze, and for the first time in his life he thinks: I want my that stupid Deja Vu back.  It gave a wave of comfort.

He laughs at that realization. It was utter ridicule to himself. Bubbles of coarse laughter held in by a constricting throat as his beat up converse are creaking against the concrete. It fades.

He takes this time to review everything, a processing mechanic–of sorts. I am a demi-god, a half-blood. That's all he can firmly grasp. Clutch that identity like a tight ball and clench it into his arms and stuff it into his small little brain to understand. He had been able to understand it.

Yet as this quest continued on, he received a new title by monsters that made him want to retch. One of the Furies had whispered or perhaps mouthed it at him (he doesn't know which) before they had dispersed into golden dust back to  the underworld.

The second time was with Echidna at the top of the arc. She spoke it right after Percy had jumped. He wonders what it means, but he was given no answer other than Zeus hates him and he had killed the Chimera.

"You sure are doing a lot of thinking."

There's a man beside him and he narrows his eyes. He ignores the unknown man. (Stranger danger!) "The station is to the right." He paused, how does he know where I'm going? It's perplexing and uncomfortable. He takes a glance back at him, "thanks." Is all he says before continuing to walk, i'm not fucking with some stalker fuck no. He thinks before speeding up his steps yet he can still hear the crisp sound of the asphalt the man is walking on following behind him.

"What are you following me for?" He calls out, he gets no response. Nobody wants to answer my questions. He's annoyed now as he continues on track to where the station is. There's a frown on his face and Percy would probably call him the Grinch if he saw his face. Ah–right. He seems to have forgotten that Percy is somewhere and he has no idea if he even remembers him enough to wait.

"You shall forget the lavender riddled with fog."

It blares into his ears louder than any ring of a bell could yet he's sure that the man only said it offhandedly into the wind to be whisked away. "What the hell are you saying?" He's facing the man again and yet with every glimpse he takes the man still is hazy yet he can make out a white wing.

Riddled with fog.

He feels his heart thump in his chest. "Sounds familiar doesn't it?" The man asks, his voice is deep. "Lavender blood…that seems to be what monsters say nowadays. Interesting." He's muttering gibberish. 

"Who the fuck are you."

The man chuckles and he feels his heart tighten. "Don't we wonder. Though I believe you should mind your manners." He narrows his eyes at him and he blinks realizing everything is silent, the cars that swept past have stopped. The few people who were on this road have fallen onto the floor, passed out. Except for him.

"I really don't know why he let you live."

A name is on the tip of his tongue and he wants to cringe. "Morpheus." The god hums and he wishes he could kill himself right then. The last thing he needed was a god visiting him.