In which Percy Jackson finds himself tied up with the mischievous daughter of Apollo.
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In which Juliet Alexander would do anything to make the son of Poseidon smile.
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❛𝟎𝟎𝟔❜
❝𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦❞
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"Looks like you missed me." The words floated around in a serene manner as Juliet's face looked up from the Delos flowers.
She was back in the sunroom, the sunroom in her childhood home, one which was now abandoned. But this was still the sanctuary where she had spent hours with her father. Her eyes looked up to the tall handsome figure walking in. Apollo was dressed in a white shirt with black dickies, his golden hair short and styled back, black ray bans perched on his nose, the charming grin ever present.
He looked like one of those wise dads in cool treasure hunting movies, except his grin was so childish it made her wonder how this man was a father.
"Hey, dad." The words were slightly choked, she only ever dreamed of the sunroom when she desperately needed to meet him, and the claiming of Percy had made her desperate.
"You look pale," Apollo sat by her side, she was reminded back to how he used to braid her hair when she was a little kid. He always came to her more than any of her siblings, always gave her more than anyone else, she'd asked him why he did that, and his answer had been simple.
You call me more, so I naturally answer.
She sighed leaning on her palm as she prepared for the conversation ahead, "So, Percy Jackson, he's a kid of the big three."
"You even have dark circles right now," He frowned as he stared, Juliet got agitated at him not paying attention.
"That doesn't matter, Percy's here, his dad is Poseidon and we know what the prophecy states-"
"Your hair is tangled." His hand moved to fix it lightly by her shoulder, making her finally snap.
"Am I going to die, dad?" The words weren't meek or scared, they were sharp and stern, enough for Apollo to finally meet her eyes.
"I really never raised a child to spout such nonsense." The words were spoken airliy, it looked like he didn't care, like the claiming of Percy was just as casual as others.
