❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XL. TIS A CRUEL SUMMER IN THE BURROW
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""I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
He looks up grinning like a devil"
"HOW THE HELL DID I never knew that my own sister had been dating the boy I was guarding for a whole goddamn year?"
That seemed to be the only thing that Perseus knew to talk about, even as hours passed, and they touched down upon the vast fields of Burrow. Frankly, Marjorie had hoped the conversation would fizzle out quickly — after all, it was a relationship that had already ended a couple of years ago. But she was wrong. Hours later, her brother still couldn't shut up about it.
"Was. She isn't dating him anymore." Anya corrected, "And even if she was, love, why does it even matter if anything was going on between Marie and Harry?" She added, letting out an exasperated sight as the result of her husband's relentless questions.
"So what if it's in the past? It doesn't change the fact that she dated someone before! This is my little sister we're talking about. She's not supposed to be doing any of that romance rubbish! She's supposed to be the epitome of purity —"
At that, Marjorie snapped. She whirled around to face him, her eyes blazing with disbelief and anger. "What are you even talking about now?" she snarled, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Purity? Really?"
Perseus, caught off guard by the ferocity of her response, looked flustered, his face flushing a deep shade of red. He stammered, struggling to find his footing in the argument he had unwittingly ignited. "I just meant —"
"Meant what?" Marjorie interrupted sharply, her voice rising in intensity. She took a step closer to him, her gaze unwavering as she fixed him with a glare that spoke of years of pent-up frustration. "That I should be some kind of perfect, untouchable figure? That I should live my life as some pristine, untainted being?" Her words were laced with bitterness, each one a challenge to the ideals that Perseus seemed to be clinging to. "I'm not a statue, Percy. I'm a person. I've got my own life to live outside of the life Father and your choices had me living."
Anya placed a calming hand on her husband's arm. "She's right, Percy. Let it go. What's done is done. It's part of growing up."
"I just... I thought I'd know something as important as my sister's first boyfriend." Perseus said.
"Well, you didn't," Marjorie replied, her tone sharper than she intended. "It wasn't a secret, Percy. It just wasn't something that needed announcing. So, apologies for not telling you a few years ago when it happened, but you weren't exactly all that present back then, were you?" The words slipped out before she could stop them with a hint of spite that she immediately caught and immediately shook it away, though it didn't change the fact that had already said that.
