"Send me! Send an army! Send a thousand ships! I don't care, just bring her home. I hate being without her."
[ PERCY JACKSON x FEMALE OC ]
[ PERCY JACKSON SERIES ]
cover by @humaneity !
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0003. | WEAKNESS WILLNOT GET HER BACK, ANGER MUST
Apollo was silent.
Percy thought the god's abilities were impressive. Somehow, despite being the god of the sun, Apollo's entire presence was chilling. He looked like... well, it was intense. Percy could have sat there all day and noticed something new about the god's appearance but the overall conclusion he kept coming back to was that Apollo looked like light itself. He was difficult to look at and even worse when the god spent a horrid amount of time staring at him with an analytical stare that put Annabeth to shame.
His temper tantrum (he would never call it that out loud—he knew gods better than to think that he wouldn't be smote or turned into whatever Apollo's holy animal was) was unnerving. Octavia's common outbursts were suddenly very explainable and actually way more minor than he believed them to be considering he could now see the full extent of those behaviours. Octavia didn't wreck winter weather and cry a field of hyacinths, and Percy was insanely grateful for that. Apollo was stranger and scarier than any god he had met so far.
Apollo had done something to his chariot to make it big enough for all the Hunters and the campers he had to deliver for Artemis. Artemis herself had run off into the woods to begin her search for the monster she had been speaking about in the tent, and to look for Octavia too given Apollo's tantrum. Percy had been left in charge of the Hunters alongside Zoë which greatly irritated the immortal girl. In Apollo's altered chariot, Percy and Apollo were kept separate from the rest of them. Percy wasn't exactly enthralled by the idea of leaving Annabeth with the Hunters to be corrupted, but he figured with Thalia there, she would be too scared to do anything, and with Nico blabbering as he did, no one would surely be able to get a word in.
The separation of the chariot fixed the issue of Percy being around the Hunters who had shot at Octavia, but it also put him in the front with Apollo. Alone.
Percy didn't totally understand how the chariot of the Sun God worked. He remembered from the story Octavia told him about her first quest that Apollo rode the chariot every day, dawn to dusk, and the sun was attached to the chariot. When Niobe had trapped Apollo, she had separated the sun from his chariot so he had to be the one to hold it up. What Apollo had fashioned for now was far less serious sounding. Where Percy was, the chariot looked like the front seats of a car and Apollo was driving. He guessed everyone else had been herded into an attached trailer, or some godly magic had fit them in the trunk of the car, or maybe Apollo had even left them behind.
Apollo hadn't said anything the entire time they had been in the car. He only sat casually in his seat, hands low on the steering wheel, driving through the skies with a tumultuous stare through the windscreen.
Percy felt twitchy in the silence. He would rather Apollo shout at him or turn him into a squirrel.
Percy's mouth ran dry. He didn't know what to say. "So..."
