"He deserved more than that. More than a chapter, more than entire epics, he deserved to live, the Fields of Asphodel will never deserve someone as devoted and good as him. He lived for justice, he died for justice, but I would throw that justice at...
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Damned Blessing
╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
As we fell, Percy screamed and invoked the name of every god he knew. Holy Tartarus heard him, that's how loud he was being. I barely cared. I looked around, although the air cut my eyes and made it burn, wondering if there was any possibility of getting out of this sticky situation... alive, preferably. But frankly, dying from fall damage wasn't so bad.
Until we slowed down. By a lot. Finally we landed on rough grass, next to a highway, as if we fell from, perhaps, a first floor window. No wounds. No people.
"Jesus." I panted. "What the fuck was that?"
"I ask you." he replied, his hands on his knees "The horses just went crazy! Where are we anyways?"
"Connecticut" I answered, pointing at sign we conveniently landed next to. "No one here, empty road."
"Blackjack and Skotos are gone. We need to find them." he pointed out, what a genius.
Without responding, I started moving forward without waiting for his approval.
The highway was dead empty. It was like the world forgot about the place we were standing in, everything was quiet. No cars ever showed that they'd ever passed this rough asphalt. There was no wind here, and it was only us and the blazing sun. I tried to piece together some reason to us ending up there, but whatever it was, my brain failed to think of it.
As I strained myself to come up with a half-decent explanation (to no avail), I tripped on what seemed like a lump of... nothing. Which was weird, because I rarely tripped. And the son of Poseidon, who walked only steps behind me, did the excellent job of tripping right with me.
I fell to the floor, and awkwardly he fell on top of me.
I groaned, and turned to try to get up, but he didn't move, instead staring right into me with his sewer water greenish eyes. His cheeks were blushed pink, and his arms weirdly held the ground to prevent his full body weight to fall on me.
"Percy, could you–"
He cut me off leaning his face on mine. I initially thought he lost strength of his arms, but it wasn't the case. His lips touched mine, steadily kissing me. His breath smelled like the rest of him: sea, and his nose tip brushed against my face. I did not expect to find myself kissing him back, but as if out of my control, my own hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him deeper, closer to me. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and I tasted the soft ocean that melted on touch. I didn't stop it, not because I didn't want to, but because I physically couldn't.
I knew what that was. My fucking lineage.
See, some people have patron gods. They protect them, enhance their luck, whatever. Mine was useless, and normally used me for his entertainment, deciding for me who was it I wanted. Because I sure as hell did not want Percy Jackson.
