𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍° ! percy jackson

𝐢𝐢𝐢.𝐢 - 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 (𝐚 + 𝐩)

Percy and Aurora were laying on Percy's bedroom floor, as if it was just a normal Thursday evening, and the two demigods had the luxury of just hanging out on the whim. And, as insane as that idea may sound, they couldn't help but relish in the normalcy of it all.

But it wasn't just a normal Thursday, and they couldn't just get together whenever they wanted to, and fate was at it again, bringing Aurora closer to Percy in a fit of "Let's try and get them killed! Again!" Fate thought it was funny. They did not.

Sally had welcomed her earlier, as Aurora was too early for their journey and Sally didn't want her standing outside in the cold.

Aurora had knocked on the door to the Jackson apartment, expecting the familiar, grinning face of the boy she despised and learned to like. However, after the second rap of her knuckle on the door, it was a woman's face that greeted her.

As soon as Percy heard the knock, he bolted from his room that he was desperately trying to clean to open the door for Aurora, but his mother beat him to it.

She stared at him quizzically as he slowed his run to a light jog, attempting to look casual and not worried at all—and failing desperately. Sally squinted her eyes, asking herself what was wrong with her son, and a small smile grew.

"Percy, who's at the door?" She asked slowly and patiently. Not that she didn't know who it was, but seeing Percy dive into a fit of panic was comical, to say the least.

"She... she's early," Percy spluttered, his words tripping over themselves as they blurted out in a jumbled mess. He didn't even know why he was so nervous, but his insides felt like they'd been put in a soda machine and the can had been shaken by Tyson. Aurora had come over before, sure. But she hadn't entered his bedroom, or even properly met his mother.

"Ah," Sally hummed knowingly, and opened the door with a beam that had grown three times in the past twenty seconds.

"Hello, Aurora!" Sally exclaimed, knowing who it was without even having to look at the girl.

Aurora wasn't surprised to see Percy's mother, but she was still struck with shock at how beautiful the woman was. Now that Aurora had met Poseidon—she wanted to block the terrifying, horrid, traumatic interaction with the sea god in Percy's cabin from her brain—and Sally, Aurora could confidently say that Percy got his extraordinary good looks from his mother (though, her favorite physical attribute of Percy's was the sole thing he'd acquired from his father: his sea green gaze . Her smile was kind as she looked at Aurora with warm, welcoming blue eyes.

Aurora grinned, her cheeks flushed from the cold and her eyes wide with surprise. "Hi, Ms. Jackson!" Her voice was bright and excited, and Sally pulled her into a hug automatically.

Percy lifted onto his tippy toes, his insides twisting nervously as he saw Aurora be embraced by his mom. He knew her well enough to know she was unfamiliar with sudden parental affection, but he also knew that her love language—one of them, at least—was physical touch. It could go either very wrong, or very right.

Aurora's breath hitched as Sally's arms embraced her own, her body warm against Aurora's coldness that had been bestowed unto her by the harsh weather outside. Sally smelled like cookies and she hugged tightly, and when she drew back, her eyes were glistening with maternal pride. Sally reached up to flatten a strand of strawberry blonde hair that stuck up from the static, and she kissed her cheek. Aurora was confused as to why she was being shown so much love and care, but she didn't question it. Somehow, though it was undeserved, it felt right.

"Please, sweetheart. Call me Sally." Percy's mother insisted, and she patted Aurora on the back before turning around. "Oh, sweetie, you are glowing. You're such a pretty girl."