༄ ✩ 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 ▬▬▬▬
❝ 𝘎𝘌𝘛 𝘑𝘐𝘕𝘟𝘌𝘋 ❞
in which percy jackson meets
the 'insane' daughter of eris,
and is determined to be her
friend, despite what everyone
else says.
⬪ the lightn...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: all i can taste is this moment ( iris - goo goo dolls )
❝ just shout, that's all we need ❞
"He's asking for you."
Grover's statement only rose questions as Deianira makes her way to the infirmary. The damp moss squishes under her shoes. She can see a light shining through one of the windows of the infirmary, warm and soft. Deianira pulls her jacket closer around her as a wind picks up.
She pulls open the infirmary door, letting herself in. The infirmary is a quaint, quiet space, filled with tidy bunk beds and crisp white linens. A soft, earthy scent, a mixture of herbs and moss, fills the air. She spots Percy lying on one of the beds, his body still bearing the signs of the recent battle. Beside the bed, Nectar sits on a small table, the golden liquid shimmering softly.
Deianira steps into the room, her footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floor. This isn't the first time she's visited someone in the infirmary, yet her heart thuds a little harder in her chest. She comes to a stop by Percy's bedside, her gaze flicking over his beaten body. "Hey," she greets softly, her voice a low hum.
Percy stirs, his eyes slowly opening as he turns his head to look up at her. His expression is tired, the pain from the fight still clear on his face. He offers her a small, weak smile, his voice quiet but clear. "You came."
Deianira manages a small smile of her own. "Of course I did." She glances over at the jar of Nectar on the bedside table, then back at Percy. "How you feeling?"
Percy struggles to sit up, wincing as he does so. "Been better," he mutters, a small grimace on his face. He looks at the Nectar, his hand reaching out to trace the edge of the jar. "That stuff's supposed to help, right?"
Deianira nods. "Yeah, it's Nectar. Helps demigods heal faster. It's like, liquid ambrosia." She watches as he lifts the jar, eyeing the golden liquid inside warily. She can practically feel his skepticism radiating off him. "You shouldn't have too much though."
Percy looks at her, his expression still wary. "Why not?" He puts the jar back down, his hand on the blanket now, his fingers restlessly fiddling with a loose thread.
Deianira hesitates for a moment, not knowing how to explain. "It's... powerful. Ambrosia and Nectar, they're not like regular food and drink. They fuel our demigod bodies, they help us heal. But too much... it can burn you up, literally."
