𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ☀︎ p. jackson

011. do you feel ashamed?

🌅 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡  . . .
❛ do you feel ashamed? ❜

ANDROMEDA HADN'T BEEN AT Camp in months. The last time she stepped foot in camp was the week of Luke Castellan's betrayal. She arrived a week earlier than most, which meant most days had been spent with her brother in the infirmary. She watched as he worked, assisting a particularly reckless child of Ares. Amelia Roan had shaggy blonde hair and bangs, and she cut herself. Her clothes were never out of style, so she went nowhere without her leather jacket.

"The hell did you do this time?" he grumbled, examining her wrist.

"Tried to shoot an arrow, but it landed on my wrist, and it cut me."

"How do you even-"

"Don't question it, heal."

Despite their bickering, Andie caught her brother smiling as he healed the war god's daughter.

Aurora spent most of her days with Silena, and the daughter of Apollo's day consisted of her daily back-and-forth emails to the son of Poseidon. She kept him up to date with pictures and gossip. It helped her remind herself that he was real, not a figment of her imagination.

He sent her pictures back like him and Tyson in Cornelia Street, or pictures he took because the things reminded him of her.

She sent him pictures of vacations she took with her family, photos of friends and the scenery in Vermont. The two sometimes even mailed each other things back and forth.

The son of Poseidon sent her little things he thought she'd like, from jewellery he found at the mall to sweets from the candy shop his mother worked at.

The blonde sent him letters in return because she wanted him to practice reading so his English class would be easier. While she wrote her last letter, she realised she might've missed him more than she let on.

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

MEANWHILE, Percy Jackson was in his social studies class, and while the others were drawing latitude/longitude maps, he reread Andie's last letter and studied the picture he kept in his notebook.

It was the one he took of her on a ski trip her family took him on. She had just finished teaching him how to stop on his skis, which took him an embarrassingly long time to learn. The boy kept bumping into her, knocking her over ever so often.

The sun was starting to set, creating a beautiful scenery with the mountains. Andromeda had been teaching him how to ski ever since they got back from lunch.

After he finally mastered it and the pair went down a couple of slopes, she handed him her digital camera, in case he wanted to take pictures.

He took pictures of the scenery, as well as silly ones like a picture of him zoomed in. Eventually, he took a photo of Andie. She looked pretty in her snowsuit, her smile bright. She had just taken her helmet off, and her two braids were covered in snow and icicles. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and she looked to be enjoying herself.

He took a couple. The first few were without her knowledge, then when she finally caught on, she put her hands on her hips and smiled at the camera.

He adored that specific one since he kept it in his notebook, as well as his wallet.

Eventually, they took a couple together. And the picture framed on his bedside table was the one Elijah took of them having a snowball fight.

He smiled; Percy missed her more than anything in the world. That was until Matt Sloan reached over and ripped the picture out of the rings.