❛I can change everything about me to fit in.❜
Half of the soul is meant for love, the other for madness. It is the fate foretold for what her mother did.
percy jackson x leia o'connor x
annabeth chase
percy jackson and the olympians
memoirs of a m...
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LEIA O'CONNOR
LEIA HATED BAD GUT FEELING. For some reason, whenever she had one, she genuinely felt like her insides were preparing to spew wherever she stood. She used to have them when she was little. Sometimes, she'd be such a mess that her mother had to drag her to school or sometimes just had to let Leia stay home. Over the years, the bad feelings lessened, but they never went away. It felt like an endless pit in her chest that pressed onto her lungs, practically swallowing her whole.
"Don't knock," Grover pleaded and Leia's eyes snapped to him. She could feel his worry, something she wondered was also due to herself. She had that effect on people, heightening just how they felt. "I smell monsters."
"You smell monsters?" Leia's voice broke a little, she couldn't help it. Satyrs had an excellent sense of smell. She trusted Grover, a lot more than she trusted herself.
"Yes! I do!"
"Your nose is clogged up from the Furies," Annabeth told him, staring towards Leia. "All I smell is burgers. Aren't you guys hungry?"
"Meat!" he said scornfully. "I'm a vegetarian."
"Leia?"
Leia nervously rubbed her forearm. "I'm not hungry."
The door at the front creaked and Leia flinched when she felt completely cold. It was like someone had blown a cold breeze her way. She took a step back. The woman who appeared must have been Aunty Em. Aunty Em, herself, struck Leia as odd. She was hollow, usually she could read people, yet Aunty Em was so cold... empty. She wore a long silver dress, with a matching silver hat and a little veil. Her neck was adorn in cold jewellery, her bronze skin gleaming in the sun as she stepped out. Her nails were well manicured and her lips were ordained in crimson, curled upwards in a small smile at the sight of the four.
"Children, it is too late to be out all alone. Where are your parents?"
Leia didn't speak, looking away from the woman. Her hands shook nervously.
