¹POCKET FULL OF POSIES. p. jackson

𝐕𝐈𝐈. monster doughnut kid

pocket full of posies
❛ vii. monster doughnut kid ❜

━━━━━ POSIE HAD NEVER been afraid of heights. And she had never thought she might tumble to her death until last summer when Percy blowtorched a national monument and they had to dive five hundred feet to safety.

              That being said, you can still say without a doubt, Posie Easton was screaming her head off as she plunged towards the water below. It was only natural. She was about to fall to her death here.

              "Flask!" Percy screamed, voice breaking as they hurtled towards certain death.

              "What?!" Annabeth yelled back, rightly thinking Percy had lost his mind. She, along with the rest of them, was holding on to the boat straps for dear life, her hair flying straight up like a torch.

              But Tyson understood. He managed to open Percy's duffel bag and take out Hermes's magical flask without losing his grip on it or the boat. Arrows and javelins whistled past them. Percy ripped the Flask out of Tyson's hand, and sealed his eyes shut, like he was going to start praying.

              "Hang on!" he yelled.

              "We are!" Posie screamed.

              "Well—hang on better!" he quipped back.

              Suddenly, Tyson grabbed Posie by the back of her shirt. Percy gave the Flask cap a quarter turn.

              Instantly, a white sheet of wind jetted out of the Flask and propelled them sideways, turning their downward plummet into a forty-five-degree crash landing. The wind seemed to laugh as it shot from the Flask, like it was glad to be free. As they hit the ocean, they bumped once, twice, skipping like a stone, then they were whizzing along like a speed boat, salt spray in their faces and nothing but sea ahead.

              I'm getting motion sick! Onesimus wailed as they skipped across the ocean.

              You can't puke! Posie yelled back. You're a voice in my head!

              Posie heard wails of outrage from the ship behind them, but the four were already out of weapon range. The Princess Andromeda faded to the size of a white toy boat in the distance, and then it was gone.

              As they raced over the sea, Annabeth, Posie, and Percy tried to send an Iris Message to Chiron. They ( see as in: Annabeth ) figured it was important they let somebody know what Luke was doing, and they was nobody better to trust than Chiron.

              Me, Onesimus sniffed.

              Percy and Annabeth have no idea who you are, Posie quipped. And they would really think I'm crazy if I told them you were in my head.

              Maybe—but you trust me with information.

              You're with me twenty-four, seven, I have no other choice. You see everything that goes on in my life—even my dreams.

              The wind from the Flask stirred up a nice sea spray that made a rainbow in the sunlight—perfect for an Iris Message—but their connection was still poor. When Annabeth threw a gold drachma into the mist and prayed for the rainbow goddess to show them Chiron, his face appeared all right, but there was some kind of weird strobe light flashing in the background and rock music blaring, like he was at a dance club.