Sparks - Percy Jackson OC Backstory

Chapter 3 (Not finished)

"Oh, God..." Daphne muttered, looking up at the little sunlight that came through the branches above. "Greek... Greek mythology... Isn't mythology?"

"That's correct," Turner said with a hesitant nod. "Honestly, you're taking it a lot better than some of the others I've come across."

"Really?" Daphne muttered, cracking the smallest smile as she looked back up at Turner. "Like what?"

"Well..." Turner let out a small laugh, looking up in remembrance. "This one girl called me a lunatic and even slapped me across the face."

"Damn," Daphne muttered under her breath. "That girl must've been crazy."

Turner gave a half-hearted shrug, a small laugh escaping his lips. "I mean... A lot of people are a little crazy."

"Eh, fair enough," Daphne muttered, standing up. Still a bit woozy after the situation, she grabbed the tree for support. Turner seemed to flinch to catch Daphne, but she reassured him by muttering, "I'm fine. Just a bit tired."

"That's fair enough..." Turner trailed off, thinking for a moment, before offering, "Maybe we'll just camp out here tonight? I mean, not camp, we don't really have anything to camp with and all... You know what I mean, right?"

Daphne let out a loose laugh, nodding. "Yeah, don't worry. I know what you mean. I would say it's fine, but like... What if a... Uh... Harpy - I think you called that thing - tries to attack us?"

"Oh, that won't be a problem!" Turner clarified, "Us satyrs can smell monsters from quite a ways away... Or at least on land. Seeing as we're in a forest, that won't be a problem! I'll wake you up."

Daphne hesitated for a moment, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. It was risky, but yet again... She was tired. Tired trumps all, right? "Okay, then... I guess if you say so."

Daphne plopped back down to the ground, leaning against the tree, trying to find a comfortable position before closing her eyes. If she tried hard enough, hopefully...

Hopefully sleep would take over.

. . .

Daphne woke up to the sound of something snapping, and a hushed, frustrated curse. She blinked awake, recognizing the voice as Turner.

Surprisingly, her first thought wasn't what was Turner upset over. It was simply, 'Turner knows how to swear? I thought he was a pacifist... Damn it, I must've corrupted him.'

Sitting up properly, Daphne glanced around. She was originally laying on the grass. That was weird, didn't she fall asleep leaning against the tree? Must've moved in her sleep... It wouldn't be a surprise. She then turned to Turner, saying, "What's up?"

Turner looked up, noticing Daphne. "Oh, you're awake! Nothing much, I just... I'm trying to make a flower crown, and one of the twigs I was trying to use as the base snapped." Turner was sitting on the ground, two piles of crap before him. One a crap pile of sticks, the other a crap pile of various flowers - the majority either purple or pink.

"Hmm," Daphne muttered, glancing over at his piles. "Why? Is it just a satyr thing or something?"

"Uh..." Turner trailed off for a moment. "I mean, sort of? Satyrs like nature and all that, but I guess they're not too well known for making flower crowns." Daphne noticed the satyr's cheeks were blushing slightly, but she shrugged it off.

"Oh, I see. Then just for fun?" Daphne questioned, her eyes glancing up from the piles to meet Turner's gaze.

"I guess so," Turner said with a shrug, weaving another piece of wood into the twiggy base.

Daphne let out a soft hum, before reaching out to gently grab one of the flowers. "What types of flowers are these? I'm not too keen on identifying flowers."

"Maknly carnations," Turner answered simply, "Some other stuff, but mainly carnations. They're my favorite, especially from what they mean."

"Oh, a symbolic liking? That's kind of nerdy, ain't it? It's cute."

Turner blinked, stuttering out, "P-pardon?"

Daphne let out a laugh, finding Turner's embarrassment sort of endearing. "Don't worry, I'm just trying to match the carnation meaning! Love, distinction, fascination?"

"Oh, you know?" Turner asked, sounding sort of impressed to say the very least.

"Yeah. I may know shit about identifying flowers, but I research random crap like the meanings in my freetime," Daphne said with an absentminded shrug.

Turner let out a loose, nervous chuckle. "That's neat..." He trailed off. Daphne hummed once more, before rolling her neck in boredom. Turner's eyes lit up, saying, "Oh, right. Is your neck hurting or anything? I noticed your position was probably going to be uncomfortable, so I moved you to the grass."

"Oh, you did that?" Daphne questioned, looking back to where she'd been sleeping on the grass - her body imprint still there. "I thought I just moved... Yeah, my back isn't hurting. Don't worry."

The two stayed in silence for a moment, before Daphne thought of something. "Wait, what do you mean moved me? Did you just grab my ankles and drag me away from the tree? You little ankle snatcher..."

Turner let out a laugh, looking up from her flower crown making process. "No, I didn't lay a finger on your ankles. I just picked you up!"

"Picked me up?" Daphne questioned, her laughter turning into curiosity. "I thought I was heavy, damn."

"Maybe to humans," Turner said with a shrug. "Do you need me to prove my point?"

"I don't think that's necessary-" Daphne began, before letting out a yelp as Turner suddenly scooped her up. "Holy shit, that was smooth..." She trailed off, her surprise turning into laughter. "Okay, that was fun. Put me down now."

Turner nodded, bringing Daphne back to the ground. She smoothed out her flannel, a goofy smile on her face. "Damn, that was surprising."