take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, i don't belong
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 a mortal girl is thrown
into the godly world and forced to
save everyone before its too late.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the ligh...
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Percy eyed Marlowe's sleeping body suspiciously, his nerves rising as he saw her wither around. She seemed to be having a nightmare and she kept mumbling, "Don't touch him".
"Should I wake her up?" Percy asked Annabeth, looking over to see if maybe her expertise could help in any way.
Annabeth shook her head. "No. Just let her sleep. She needs it."
"She's obviously having a bad dream," Percy pointed out. "I should wake her up."
"Percy, no." Annabeth reached forward and grabbed his hand, stopping him from touching Marlowe's shoulder.
"Why don't you want her to wake up?" Percy asked, starting to grow angry. Marlowe was their friend and she looked to be in distress, so they should help her.
"Why do you care so much if she does or doesn't?" Annabeth countered.
Percy was about to argue back, but found himself at a loss for words. Because he cared? Because ever since his dream with Aphrodite all he wanted to do was make sure she was safe? Because he liked her?
"It doesn't matter," he grumbled, pulling his hand back into his lap.
He looked down at Marlowe and saw her brows scrunch together. There was sweat dripping down her face and she mumbled, "No, no, please no". A soft whimper left her mouth and Percy was on the verge of defying Annabeth.
"What if she's in danger? Has anyone ever died from their own dreams?" he asked.
"Not that I recall," Annabeth answered, her words vague and unhelpful. "Maybe made them go insane, but I don't think anyone's ever died."
Percy's tongue poked at the inside of his cheek. "That's it, I'm waking her up—"
"Don't touch him!" Marlowe cried, sitting up straight and gasping for air. She frantically looked around and saw Percy already reaching towards her. Annabeth sat next to him, her eyes softening at the intense state she was in. She shifted her gaze to her surroundings and saw that they were in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched of gray uniform fabric. "What— Where are we?" she asked, trying to sit up, but immediately feeling woozy.
"Rest," Annabeth said, pushing her back down. "You're going to need it."
"What happened?" Marlowe asked again, seeing as her first question never got answered. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and leaned against the side of the boat. Percy's arm brushed against hers, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She was actually glad to see him sitting next to her. "Tyson..."
Percy frowned and looked at the waves. "Blew up with the ship. I guess you were right."
Marlowe furrowed her brows. "Right about what?" she asked.
"Me...and Tyson." When Marlowe still looked confused, Percy elaborated. "Back at camp, you said that I would regret saying those things about him and...I do. All Tyson ever did was show kindness and treat me like I was some kind of hero, yet I did nothing because— because I was ashamed. And now he's gone."
