"𝕺𝖍 𝕱𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍?"
PERCY JACKSON X OC
TLT - TLO
(Book one of the of life and death series)
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(A/n; Lyric now, she didn't dye her hair btw I'll explain in upcoming chapters and you'll understand what happened, while ur hear leave a vote or comment anything I love reading comments!)
"Lyric, you're actually here!"
"Oh my gods, look, Lyric's back!"
"I thought she died?"
"Wasn't she stuck in Tartarus?"
"Since when did she dye her hair?"
Lyric pretended she couldn't hear the whispers as she strutted into camp with Azrael, who looked effortlessly hot and mysterious. She didn't return the smiles she was given, walking with a straight face until she saw Lacy, her seven-year-old sister, holding a welcome back card for her.
"Rip it to shreds in front of her and make her cry," a dark voice whispered in her mind, while another argued, "Say thank you and make her smile."
Lyric forced a smile as she took the card, her eyes taking in the drawing that depicted her and the Aphrodite cabin smiling and hugging each other. "Thank you, Lacy," she said, ruffling her sister's hair, making the little girl giggle as she ran to Drew, who smiled at Lyric. But Lyric was already making her way to the Big House.
Mr. D was lounging in his armchair, playing pinochle with a lean guy in a prison jumpsuit. He looked like he hadn't eaten in centuries, or maybe ever. Probably the first one.
"Lyric, welcome home," Mr. D greeted her with a smile, to which she rolled her eyes.
"Skip the fake sentiments, Dionysus. Where's Chiron?"
His smile wavered slightly, but before he could respond, the skinny guy spoke up, "He's been—what's the term? Removed...permanently," he grinned, showing his yellow teeth.
"I don't remember asking you, stickman. What, they don't have food or skincare where you came from?" she snapped, making him glare at her. Dionysus cleared his throat as he noticed the dark shadows bubbling at her hands and her eyes turning darker. "He's in his office, dear, and I wanted to say—"
"Thanks," she cut him off, walking away. Azrael, who was lost in his thoughts, had to walk faster to keep up. "That was intense."
"Intense is my middle name," she smirked, knocking on the dark door once before walking in without an invitation, making Azrael sigh, already used to her antics.
Chiron was seated in his wheelchair, packing up a few documents. He looked up, feigned surprise written on his face. "Lyric, I didn't think you'd come."
