The Sun and The Sea

Apollo/Percy POV

~Apollo POV~

Yes, technically I was meant to stay on Olympus, but seeing the son of Poseidon so distraught over a nightmare made my heart ache.

And contrary to popular belief, it doesn't ache that often.

While I am a player, I do fall in love sometimes.

Whether I want to or not.

I'm not sure if Percy either:

Was to distraught to notice it was me (most likely)

Didn't notice it was me (second most likely)

Didn't care that it was me (second least likely).

Or:

Wanted and was okay with it being me (least likely).

Because if he knew it was me, he would not have let me hold him in my arms.

He definitely would not have let me run my fingers through his hair.

I swear this boy has Aphrodite's blessing.

I mean, number 1, he's hot. And 2, he's just perfect. Silky hair, bright eyes, tan skin, cute smile...

I'm rambling.

Can't help it, I do that about people I love.

So as I held the son of Poseidon close, I was a little surprised when he inched closer still, seemingly craving physical contact.

I mean, I couldn't say no to those eyes.

Especially not when they were sleepy and still teary.

As I said before, it made my heart ache.

I wanted to find who had hurt him so badly and kill them.

It they weren't already dead.

Because they would add an extra step - bringing them back to life.

I was even more shocked when he fell asleep.

He trusted me?

He trusted me!

Gods above, I sound like a child who just saw a puppy.

But the smile that crept up on my face didn't prove that theory too wrong.

~Time skip brought to you by the awesomeness of Brason~

~Percy POV~

I woke up to a cold bed.

That was weird.

I could've sworn I fell asleep in someone's arms.

Probably just a dream.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up, waiting for my sight to go back to normal before going for a quick shower.

Yes, the new designs Jason had for cabins implemented bathrooms for the lesser used ones, thank the gods.

I always took my showers cold.

I don't know if I did it to wake myself up, because it was refreshing or to "punish" myself.

I don't think about it like that, though.

I just do it because I feel I have to.

But this morning I was craving a hot shower, and then to just curl up in fluffy pajamas.

And because my will is weak - I blame Nico - I gave in.

I relaxed, tense muscles loosening as the warm water washed over my shoulders and down my torso and legs.

I found the noise of droplets hitting the marble tiles on the floor vaguely comforting.

For the first time in a while, I had the motivation to wash my hair.

It wasn't that I didn't like doing it, because I do like washing my hair - I just never get around to doing it.

I promise myself I will, then back out of it once in the shower and staring at the shampoo and conditioner.

Once again, I blame Nico.

I've asked time and time again how his hair is so soft, and he just says "water".

Yeah, Death breath, that's really fucking helpful.

I scrubbed shampoo into my hair, massaging it into my scalp and making the foam start... Foaming?

I have a way with words.

As you can probably tell.

After a little more of that, I washed it out and squeezed a glob of conditioner into my palm.

Glob.

I really hate that word.

Then again, I hate all words. I have dyslexia.

This time I was more gentle, just rubbing the substance in.

That sounds really, really wrong.

I perked up a bit upon realising the conditioner smelled like apples.

Like Apollo.

I went red at the way my mind worked.

Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. He's a god. Newsflash, you're not.

After a few minutes I rinsed the conditioner out and washed the rest of my body off.

Don't picture that, you weirdo.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, before brushing my teeth.

Yes, I do it for exactly 2 minutes.

Shut up.

I washed the toothpaste out of the sink and put my toothbrush back into the small cup that I have on the countertop, trying to rip my gaze away from the razor.

No.

Yes~

No. I won't.

Just one. No one will notice...

...

Voices.

I hate them.

Zeus' specifically.

Not that he's one of the voices in my head, I just despise his voice.

Unrelated to the topic, I know.

I sighed and picked the blade up.

Just one.

A/N: hii, expect at least 1 more chapter, if not more, tonight BC I'm feeling motivated!
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