🌷 "We're Greek, Percy. We're all born with tragedy in our blood."
The only thing Daphne could ever be sure of was that she was not meant to be alive. Whatever you wanted to call it - a gut feeling or just some serious anxiety, she couldn't shake th...
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chapter XV 1 9 9 9 🌙
🌷 Daphne couldn't count how long it had been since she'd had a candy bar.
It was a rare commodity to come across, really, especially in the life she and Thalia were leading right now. You're more likely to stumble across a few dollars on the streets floor than a full-sized mars bar. Kids know their value and eat them up fast.
Despite only being the ripe ages of 11 and 10, both Thalia and Daphne were quite mature in their spending. They had backpacks with a blanket and a toothbrush, toothpaste and a hairbrush to share. They spent their scarce money on valuable stuff, such as drinking water or bread to make sandwiches to live off of for the next week.
And such, candy was expensive. They couldn't allow themselves the luxury.
It was only fitting with their intense streaks of bad luck that they both had a sweet tooth big enough to rival their starvation.
It was December, which meant birthday.
Thalia hated celebrating it. She loathed it, even, and had even tried to make Daphne forget that she had ever told her when her birthday was in the first place. To no avail, of course.
Birthday presents were, of course, forbidden. But Daphne felt so guilty. On her birthday, Thalia had acted as though she'd forgotten but gave her these warm, thermal pink gloves with a duck pattern on them that fit her perfectly. Daphne was really looking to find something, anything that she could say 'oh, I just found it in the gutter' and be believable. And today was their anniversary. 2 years together on the streets. They dodged child protective services like absolute pros and hid from the monsters in the shadows of the disgusting American sidewalks.
Being total pros at being street cats and stoleways, Daphne and Thalia had a number of secret hideouts around where they were traveling. Daphne stretched as she saw Thalia sharpening her sword, trying to nonchalantly slip outside of the door made completely of old tin trash cans and cardboard boxes.
The girl's head shot up and she gave her a scathing look of interrogation. "What're you doing?"
"Uh," Daphne dropped her arm from stretching behind her back awkwardly. "Nothing. Just... wanted to get some air."
