"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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0008. | HOW MUST SHE COMMODIFY HER EMOTIONS
Octavia woke up from a heavy sleep with a heavy frown. She felt completely groggy and even before her eyes opened, she could sense the creases lining her cheek from being smushed against her makeshift pillow. She groaned a little, but opened her eyes all the same. She had been nudged awake.
It was Grover.
She could hear everyone else still sleeping, they would have made more noise if they were awake. Grover was leaning over her in the shaded corridor, his hand still on her arm from where he had woken her.
She smiled at him sleepily. "My watch?" She guessed glumly.
"No. We need to get going again soon." He told her. "Percy woke me for second watch, not Annabeth. She needed the rest more. I just thought I'd give you the heads up about everyone else waking up soon..."
In her exhausted stupor, his warning was confusing. Why would she need a heads up?
As if satyrs could read minds, Grover's hand left her arm and his eyes darted from her to her makeshift pillow. She frowned and followed his look to see what was so wrong with her backpack as her cushion when she saw she hadn't been laying on her bag at all.
She was laying on Percy's arm.
She sat up abruptly. There was a snag at her torso, his other arm that had come around her pulled and drifted from her sit up. Somehow, in the night, she had pushed away her backpack-pillow and snuggled into something else. The creases on her cheek were an imprint of the line where his bicep met his tricep.
She turned, cheeks burning hot with a furious blush, to see him asleep on his side, one arm dropping from her waist, the other sprawled out over her bedroll for her to lay on. His lips were open a little and she could hear the quiet whistling of his sleeping breaths through his teeth.
Her mouth felt dry but she swallowed anyway. She looked back at Grover, hoping he couldn't see her blush. He obviously did.
He was giving her that annoying, knowing look only Grover could ever conjure. He was like Annabeth—observant. It was both lovely and irritating.
She raised her eyebrow at him. "Did he do this?"
Grover looked like he wanted to grin a little. "Nope." He said. "He laid away when I started my watch. After about an hour in, you both sort of drifted into the middle together."
She didn't think her blush could have got worse, and yet, there it went! "Who started it?" She demanded.
That time, Grover's grin was obvious. "I think you reached for him first."
