"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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0010. | I WILL BURN THE WORLD TO BRING SOME HEAT
Octavia was left feeling a little lightheaded. She didn't feel as though she could look Percy in the eye. Her cheeks were bursting with an overwhelmed blush and the back of her neck felt hot from the anxiety flooding through her. He left too much of a rush in her and she felt a fool.
She crossed the field of the red cattle as fast as her long legs would carry her, but unfortunately, as long as hers were, Percy's were equal. He kept almost in pace with her, but slightly behind. She supposed he was being gentlemanly and letting her settle down a little before they caught up to Annabeth and the others, but even that thought made her feel like an idiot. She wondered if he was even the slightest bit as flushed about the encounter as she was.
She hoped so.
They made it to the edge of the fence to the red cattle's pen. Percy caught up pretty quickly and hiked himself over but he stopped halfway over when he caught her in his peripheral vision, not following him.
"Need a hand?" He asked.
"No."
He flashed his eyes at her. "Need two?"
She ignored his jazz hands at her and looked away before he could catch her smile. She turned away and looked back towards the red cattle.
The green summer grass was bejewelled as a precious gem she wouldn't know the name of. It glittered with mildew from the nighttime and her trousers shined with it the same from where she had sat on the ground with her new friends. That's what they were. The shining, immortal creatures which were now roaming the green, eating and speaking with each other in that sweet, calming, mellow way that she hadn't ever experienced with another being ever. They were the kindest immortals she had ever been in the company of. They made her believe in divinity a little more when she was feeling the lowest in her faith.
Apollo might have abandoned her and misguided and mistreated her, but his friends had not. There were no double standards nor expectancy from these creatures. They were what divine beings should be: kind.
For that, she could not forsake them so easily.
She looked down at herself for something valuable. She had nothing on her like that other than the Celestial Bronze protections she wore. For her ask, she needed something to match. A part of her thought of the sea glass bracelet that lived in her bedside chest underneath her vase with the single ever-living lily that she kept there too. She was suddenly very grateful that she had been scared to break it and not wear it on her quest. Now, she knew it would have been the thing on her body most dear to her. It would have been demanded in exchange for her ask.
For now, Celestial Bronze was the best she had to give.
Her left sword, the blade given to her by Luke was now intended for him too. She cursed that blade the day he poisoned her. If he would give her a blade, she would return it in kind. She could not sacrifice this weapon. It was not meant for a god.
