༄ ✩ 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 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: baby, you seized my heart ( chinese new year - sales )
❝ yes, this is a date ❞
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Deianira screams and jumps up in bed. Bane dodges the dagger she throws and continues grinning. Silena was standing beside her, sparklers burning away in her hands. Ambrose laughs beside her, his breath making the candles on the blue cake flicker. Bane sits on the bed with Deianira, holding the cake out to her.
"What is wrong with you guys?" Deianira rubs her eyes.
"A lot of stuff." Ambrose sits with her.
"Come on, Diya, it's your birthday!" Bane grins. "Silena and I broke into the kitchen and spent all night working on this cake."
"It was terrible." Silena grimaces.
"It was fun." Bane knudges her with her shoulder.
"We almost got caught twice, we actually did once!"
"Only because you kept singing happy birthday."
Silena blushes. "Whatever."
"You guys got caught?" Deianira asks, sitting up in the bed. She can't help but smile.
"Yeah, but we gave Chiron some frosting as he denied our existence." Bane winks at Deianira and hands her the cake.
It had three candles and was decorated in dark blue frosting and blueberries, with small white stars and hearts. It was a bit lopsided, the top tier a bit skew ontop of the other, but Deianira appreciated the effort.
They all sing the 'happy birthday' song, off-key and a bit loud, but it's the thought that counts. Deianira feels a warm sense of belonging. She blows out the candles amid cheers, the scent of blueberry cake wafting through the air.
They all grab spoons and dig into the slightly lopsided cake, laughing and talking as they eat. Vane tells her about a prank she pulled on a few Ares campers, and Silena shares a funny story about training the horses. Ambrose, predictably, just talks about naps.
For Deianira, it's perfect. She's surrounded by friends, enjoying the simplest things: a cake, a laugh, a blueberry. As they're finishing the cake, Silena smirks at her. "So, any special plans today?" Deianira glances at her, knowing what she's hinting at. "No. Just a normal day," she says innocently.
