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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There are parties, and then there are huge, major, blowout parties. And then there are Olympian parties. If you ever get a choice, go for the Olympian.
The Nine Muses cranked up the tunes, and Percy realized the music was whatever you wanted it to be: the gods could listen to classical and the younger demigods heard hip-hop or whatever, and it was all the same sound track. No arguments. No fights to change the radio station. Just requests to crank it up.
Dionysus went around growing refreshment stands out of the ground, and a beautiful woman walked with him arm in arm—his wife, Ariadne. Dionysus looked happy for the first time. Nectar and ambrosia overflowed from golden fountains, and platters of mortal snack food crowded the banquet tables. Golden goblets filled with whatever drink you wanted.
Grover trotted around with a full plate of tin cans and enchiladas, and his goblet was full of double-espresso latte, which he kept muttering over like an incantation: "Pan! Pan!"
As much as Marlowe wanted to experience the party, she couldn't help but feel alone. Her shoulder blade was on fire, but anytime she looked at it, it was completely normal. She had no idea what Kronos did to her, but it had to be something related to her being 'the prophet'.
Marlowe had a gut feeling Percy was hiding something from her, but she didn't want to pry. She knew Percy well enough to know that if he was hiding something, it was for a good reason. But even if it was to protect her, she wanted to know. She could protect herself.
She glanced up from her spot on the edge of a fountain and found Percy awkwardly conversing with different gods. Why hadn't anyone come up to congratulate her? Did she not do a good enough job? She knew she didn't really follow through on the plan she came up with in her head, but still, she managed to save Artemis. That sounded like a reason to congratulate her.
"Love is such a tricky thing, is it not?" a voice asked from beside her.
Marlowe's head whipped to the side, finding herself next to a woman with long black hair and sea-green eyes. It was weird, because she looked exactly like a female version of Percy, but Marlowe knew that was impossible.
"Aprhodite?" she asked, tilting her head.
The love goddess smiled, but it faltered for a second when she noticed how tragic Marlowe was dressed. She shook her head, silently telling herself that clothing was not important for the time being.
"Hello again, my sweet Marlowe," Aphrodite said gracefully. "Have you improved your knowledge of war goddesses?"
"Uh..." Marlowe faked a smile. "Of course!" Yeah, because she's definitely had time to think about that while practically dying.
Aphrodite huffed, moving her glass in a circular motion so the liquid would twirl. "You're a terrible liar, Marlowe."
