𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆
♫ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐓 ♫
[Percy Jackson x male oc)
Αγελαστος (Ah-Gee-Las-Tos), a Greek last name that means, "The One That Never Laughs...
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BOREDOM WAS ONE way to describe what Mitchell was feeling. It felt like the same routine everyday where he would wake up, get fed, go to the bathroom, wash his hands, and then sit on his ass for the rest of that day.
He made no attempt to talk to anyone. The dracanae were more interesting than a pile of rocks, and all they did was talk in their lisp-tongue all day.
"He'ssss pretty cute, don't you ttthink?" One asked, chuckling with another one as they watched guard over Mitchell.
He prayed to the gods they weren't talking about him. He brought his knees up to his chest and sighed. He slept for most of his time as a prisoner anyway, so he wasn't sure what day it was anymore.
For all he knew, he could've missed the winter solstice. He could've been there for a year and he couldn't know it. His concept of time was warped, and so was his ability to be interested in anything anyone said.
He felt someone tap him on the head, and he slowly lifted it. He immediately wished he didn't. He was met with the sight of the dracanae that had called someone cute just moments before grinning down at him.
They really shouldn't smile.
"What?" Mitchell's voice was low and gruff.
The monsters giggled and hissed with their fork-like tongues. They bent down to his level and brought their taloned fingers across his scarred face and body. When he tried to jerk away, the chains dug deeper into his skin.
"Tell me," Said one. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Her fits of laughter echoed through the empty room.
Mitchell tensed under their touch. He hated that question the more he got asked it. He wished he could say yes; he wanted to look those monsters in the eyes and say 'Yes, I do. And I love her.'
Sadly, he knew he would never be able to do that. Buried deep within his heart were his true feelings. His mind wandered back to Percy, and he felt that same thing he had two years ago.
It made no sense. People has described what love at first sight was for Mitchell, but even when he was a gullible and sweet kid, he never believed it. How could you fall so deeply for someone you don't even know?
He remembered how Percy had bumped into him, and how ready Mitchell was to shove him to the ground. But as soon as he made eye contact with those sea green eyes, that shone brightly in the afternoon sun, his cold and stoic heart began to do backflips.
He hated how sweaty his palms got around Percy. How the boy's laugh was as sweet as honey, and sounded as smooth as butter. He hated how Percy's smile was so perfectly shaped that you could see his mother's kindness, but his father's mischievousness. He hated how utterly amazing Percy managed to keep his dark and ruffled hair, and how good it looked when it got caught in the wind and flew wildly.
