❛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...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN a lion compliments leia on how pretty she is!
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LEIA O'CONNOR
THE FIRST THING LEIA RECOGNISED IN HER DREAM WAS THE SMELL OF LAVENDER. Her mother used to spray it everywhere, got rid of the foul stenches from the sewers right near their apartment and said it reminded her of a friend from long ago. Lavender was always a typical smell in the O'Connor house, swarming the air with each step inside the three bedroom apartment. Wherever Leia walked it seemed to follow.
In her dreams, things were simple. Dai was somewhere else, far away, probably working or doing whatever he could to stay out of the apartment for long. He always worked long hours, never liking to be home for too long because he never liked to see Leia. However, that never bothered Leia, she was content in her own little world made of her mother and brother. They were everything to her, all she had ever really known. Oscar was flinging his peas her way, poking his tongue out back at her, while her mother dishes out food.
"You don't want none, Le?" Her mother asked, with that gentle voice she always used to speak to Leia with because Leia would cry at any other tone.
Leia had shook her head, persistent that she didn't want any of the lasagne. Instead, she happily chewed on her cheese toastie, which she adamantly had cut into triangles.
They always tasted way better in triangles, Leia was clear about.
Times before Camp Halfblood were simple. She was a simple girl, in a simple town, with her mother, brother, and strange step father. That was her life, worrying whether her cheese toasties would be cut into triangles like she wanted it. It sounded cliche to say. But, that was how it was. Leia always knew she was different. People at school would remind her constantly, even her step father would, but that was just how things were.
Life was easier then. Leia had somewhere she was supposed to be, somewhere her presence was warranted as a need. In Camp, sometimes her life felt like a want. It felt like camp wanted her, but her existence wasn't necessary. After all, in the large scheme of things, a daughter of Psyche wasn't much to lose. People like Leia came in clusters, in an abundance that meant they were easily replaceable.
