"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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0006. | JEALOUSY AND CONTROL TO REAR UGLY HEADS
Octavia didn't sleep.
She couldn't bring herself to subject her mind to Helen and her dreams and her life when she had already given her whole body to her. For tonight, she was choosing herself over Helen and over rest.
That was an uncomfortable feeling. Maybe it was her fear, or maybe some repercussion for silencing Helen's shadow over her soul, but she could feel something cold and dark creeping in to her mood. It was showing on her face. She knew it was. Like rot reaching the surface, turning the skin green, blistering the flesh, peeling it back and curling it at the edges like a burning book page or the corpse of an insect shrivelled and dead. It wasn't dying, but it felt like death. It felt like the death of something.
Kimmie and Austin and Gracie were scared after the ruckus of the training exercise, and a little nervous about the bruise on Lee's cheek from where Octavia had elbowed him in the face so she could get to a monster first for a potential golden laurel. Octavia had made sure to give them all a kiss on the forehead and read them a bedtime story even though Austin was insistent that he was too old for it. He only gave in when Will also came over for the story.
She tucked them all in and gave James the most convincing I'm fine smile that even Michael and Kayla who were watching were suckered into believing it. Everyone went to sleep and once she heard all of their snoring, she got up and left the cabin.
Summer days were boiling hot at Camp. New York as a state was like that, hot summers, cold winters. But the nights were always chilly. Right now, she was quite enjoying it.
She checked the coast was clear and hiked up the side of her cabin. Her pyjama bottoms weren't the easiest to climb in, but her bare feet made up for it in dexterity. She pushed back the familiar aching of sore muscles after her rigorous training and exercising that day alongside monster fighting, and she hooked her knee over the roof of the cabin.
She kept her feet padding light so she wasn't an elephant on the roof to her sleeping siblings and she sat down with her knees tucked to her chest.
She had a good view of the green from here. A good view of everything. The cold air made it a clear sky to see through. Her divine vision could see the glistening ripples of the moon on the sea behind Percy's cabin, she could see the lights on in Chiron's bedroom in the Big House, she could see the last awake dryads running to their bushes to sleep. It was all so normal.
It made it easy to forget that this place wasn't as gentle and protected as she thought it was.
The entrance to the Labyrinth had been found and now Octavia wanted to scream and cry and hide. She wanted her back to a wall like a wounded animal with nowhere else to go. She was a kicked dog. She was Luke's kicked dog. He had chained her to a rock and made her an animal in the process. He had hurt her just to see if he was loved enough for her to come running right back. She had. Too many times she had run right back to him. Now, she was an animal ready to bite at the man who kicked her. The only problem was, she wasn't sure what her bite was worth.
