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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Marlowe had tried to avoid Percy at all costs. It was hard, considering he was very eager to speak to her, but she always found an escape before she had to say anything.
What would she even say? "Hey, sorry for rambling about my trauma on Christmas—the day meant for celebration—and then dipping and silently hoping I never see you again!" Yeah. Not really something she could (should) say.
One time Marlowe was sitting by herself at the amphitheater rocking back and forth with her head in her hands, when Percy walked by. He had been climbing the lava rock wall, so his clothes were scorched and his arm hairs were singed.
In all honesty, Marlowe felt a split second of normal when she saw him and wanted to run towards him with a smile on her face, but then a whisper echoed through her ears and rang through her mind, causing her to quickly look away.
"Marlowe?" Percy called out, his brows furrowed as he walked towards her. He had a small pep in his step, not wanting to be left in the dust like last time.
Marlowe stood up and began making her way down the steps, wanting to get away as fast as she could. The only problem was that she was watching her feet instead of where she was going, so when she collided with someone, she flinched.
Hands grasped her biceps firmly, yet with such care and comfort. Marlowe could see the person's camp necklace, their orange T-shirt, their blue jeans. She also saw the bracelet dangling from their wrist and cursed.
"Sorry, I—"
She didn't even finish her sentence as she tore herself from Percy's grasp and ran away, not stopping until she was hiding behind the Apollo cabin. Her chest heaved up and down as tears formed in her eyes and her breath caught in her throat. Marlowe slid down the wall of the cabin, curling herself into a tiny position to appear unnoticeable. She cried as the voices in her mind grew louder, either threatening the people she loved or damaging her own sanity.
Not good enough.
Failure.
Time's special prize.
Marlowe hid in her cabin for the rest of the day. She didn't even come out for dinner. She didn't pray to her father, didn't sing songs with her siblings, didn't even light a candle as the moon replaced the sun and she was left in complete darkness.
She just sat by herself as the shadows consumed her figure, pulling every thread of her mind and seeing just how far they could go before she snapped.
As her siblings filed in for bed, Marlowe didn't talk to them. She was worried she would say something that would hurt their feelings. Instead she pretended to be asleep, listening as they whispered to each other, no doubt about her wellbeing. Being the sons and daughters of the god of healing, it was in their nature to worry about their sister and how she was doing. It just hurt knowing that Marlowe would lie about how she was actually doing because she didn't want them to worry about her.
