Basorexia (n.)
The overwhelming desire to kiss
Aster Romano is a son of darkness itself. He is the social outcast, that is intill Percy Jackson shows up and takes the him under his wing. Aster grows a strong bond with Jackson and even Annabeth, who...
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Basorexia (n.) The overwhelming desire to kiss
We finally stopped in a room full of waterfalls. The floor was one big pit, ringed by a slippery stone walkway. Around us, on all four walls, water tumbled from huge pipes. The water spilled down into the pit, and even when I shined a light, I couldn't see the bottom. Briares slumped against the wall. He scooped up water in a dozen hands and washed his face.
"This pit goes straight to Tartarus ," he murmured. "I should jump in and save you trouble."
Do it, your voice is annoying and you just give me an ick with how you talk, I didn't say it out loud but i tried my best to show my disgust.
"Don't talk that way," Annabeth told him. "You can come back to camp with us. You can help us prepare. You know more about fighting Titans than anybody."
"I have nothing to offer," Briares said. "I have lost everything."
Omg just shut the frigativity frack up, oh fuck it, shut the fuck up. Annabeth seemed to be a equally as icked as me.
"What about your brothers?" Tyson asked. "The other two must stand tall as mountains! We can take you to them."
Briares's expression morphed to something even sadder: his grieving face. "They are no more. They faded."
The waterfalls thundered. Tyson stared into the pit and blinked tears out of his eye.
"What exactly do you mean, they faded ?" Percy asked. "I thought monsters were immortal, like the gods."
"Percy," Grover said weakly, "even immortality has limits. Sometimes...sometimes monsters get forgotten and they lose their will to stay immortal."
Looking at Grover's face, I wondered if he was thinking of Pan. I remembered something Medusa had told us once: how her sisters, the other two gorgons, had passed on and left her alone. Then last year Apollo said something about the old god Helios disappearing and leaving him with the duties of the sun god.
I'd never thought about it too much, but now, looking at Briares, I realized how terrible it would be to be so old—thousands and thousands of years old—and totally alone.
"I must go," Briares said.
"Kronos's army will invade camp," Tyson said. "We need help."
Briares hung his head. "I cannot, Cyclops."
"You are strong."
"Not anymore." Briares rose.
"Hey," Percy grabbed one of his arms and pulled him aside, where the roar of the water would hide our words. Percy talked to him, only for like five minutes. Briares just looked down at him with a look of defeat. Then he turned and trudged off down the corridor until he was lost in the shadows. Tyson sobbed.
