The Ivory Lotus (Percy Jackson x Male Oc)

C.4 I become supreme overlord of the bathroom, stink bombs and magic flowers

???'s POV

"Seize the thief."
Father commanded, as the stalls broke into panic. Guards flooded the streets, armed with swords and spears. Chain and leather hugged their skin, as they surrounded us. Their rusty boots dripped with mud, as their growling voices deafened the sounds of their own suits clanking.

"Listen to reason."
I warned the boy beside me. His dark raven hair capturing the call of adventure, pearly blue eyes as deep as the sea layered with mischief, as he raised the bag of stolen goods and slung it over his back.

"Not a chance your highness, your Royal Father doesn't even listen to reason. Neither should I. Besides, thought we were gonna see the stars tonight?"
He chuckled, I grabbed his wrist, and pushed him aside, an arrow whizzing past us. Cutting strands of my hair, causing it to fall down alongside the stone bricks. Forgotten through the evening winds, I turned back to him, determined to see our promise through.

"We ought to get going then. thrymmatízo!"
Stars above heeded my call, from the skies, motes of golden light gleamed bright, breaking the streets, and causing the obstructing town guards to fling left to right.

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Percy's POV

Once I got over the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse, we had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him. I'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back end the way I trusted his front.

Basil probably felt the same. He was dodging Chiron's tail, practically skipping side to side, as we made our way through the grounds. His clothes still stained with mud and blood. The rip and tears on the fine fabric evident whenever he raised his arms.

I noticed the gash he had, it wasn't bleeding anymore, but it still looked painful, the sore tint of red only faint now, but it still made an ugly trench of open flesh on his arms. I felt guilty, I jogged behind him to get a bit closer, gently placing an arm on his shoulder.
"H-Hey, you doing okay? Your arm. . . its still . ."

He shook his head, his pale hand suddenly ensnaring mine, again, why does he keep doing that?

When he did, I felt a light ache between my palm, the very same place I vividly recall slashing myself when I got stuck trying to escape his grip in the forest.

He pulled his hand away, his face offering an expression of apology, when he did, a trail of glowing grey thread connected our palms for a moment, just like that night in the forest.

I could feel my pulse, my own pulse beating, the very feeling of my heart beating on my hand, and I could feel his. It freaked me out, as I immediately snatched my hand away from him.
"W-What did you do?"

I asked him, keeping my tone calm as best as I can. But after everything I've seen today- the question came off a bit more bitter than I intended.

"Persí...- páin . . .-"
He showed me his arm, it was fully healed now. I couldn't believe my eyes, I also couldn't help but rub them, my palm still felt weird like a deli meat-hook was piercing through it.

He then suddenly took my wrist, raising it mid level between our eyes, his staring into mine.
"Paín. . . echéi fygéi. . ."