"Send me! Send an army! Send a thousand ships! I don't care, just bring her home. I hate being without her."
[ PERCY JACKSON x FEMALE OC ]
[ PERCY JACKSON SERIES ]
cover by @humaneity !
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0007. | LOVE RIDES AREN'T AS ROMANTIC WITHOUT ILLNESS
Octavia had spotted a diner across the street, for food, that they had all practically sprinted to. By the time they were all sat down, surrounded by the wafting smell of burgers and fries, Octavia didn't have to have the curse of honesty to know how scroungy they all looked and how dishonest. They hardly looked like suitable patrons and she was sure at any moment they would be kicked out.
She sat in the booth next to Annabeth, facing Percy, but he wasn't meeting her eyes. He was staring at the tabletop between them with a thick crease furrowed between his black eyebrows. She assumed he was like the rest of them, starving, so she didn't push it.
Finally, the waitress came over, her feet dragging and a purely bored expression on her face like she couldn't wait for her shift to be over so she wouldn't have to deal with other people's annoying kids. Luckily for her, she got to deal with the annoying kids of gods.
"Well?" She raised her brow skeptically.
Octavia kept her head down. Being a walking polygraph was awful for times like these. Percy answered for them. "We, um," he began stuttering which wasn't such a good start, "want to order dinner."
"You kids have money to pay for it?"
Before Percy could answer, a rumble shook the diner. All conversations stopped. Octavia looked outside to see a motorcycle that was probably taller than her it was so massive. When her eyes drew upwards and she saw who rode the motorcycle, her heart stopped. She would recognise that six foot seven frame anywhere.
Ares looked as terrifying as the first day she saw him, his face wrinkled in scowl and his thick black lensed sunglasses on that let no light pass through to see in. She remembered that, in spite of all this terror the god of war managed to produce, he had actually been quite nice to her, but she had also just returned from a quest at the time, seen her siblings murdered, and been the lone-survivor, so she supposed he had a soft spot of sympathy. She remembered when her eyes had changed with Zeus' gift that he had nudged her and said 'Don't worry, kiddo, it's better to be hard to look in the eye. It's easier to kill that way.' She supposed he had meant it as comfort, but comfort from the god of war was still harsh and she had almost cried on the spot before her father rescued her from the conversation.
As he approached the diner, the waitress blinked hard. It seemed everyone else had been caught in the same stupor. Octavia coughed, having an idea. "My uncle has money." She offered.
As she spoke, Ares approached their table and the waitress began to blush. "Hotshot's right," his voice was a deep and booming as she remembered. "It's on me." He took a seat, sliding into the booth beside Octavia and squished her and Annabeth so much that Octavia's thigh ended up on top of Annabeth's to make room for his massive knee.
