"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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0014. | SO CLOSE TOGETHER AND YET SO FAR APART
Octavia woke with a jolt.
Air gasped back into her lungs like she had been starved of it, like someone had stolen the wind from around her. Her chest ached from the feeling. It was lonely. So lonely. Waking up from her dreams made her feel like she was the last person alive on earth. It hurt.
Her chest panted. Her abdominals had strained from sitting up so abruptly but she needed to. She needed the air back in her lungs.
Her eyes snapped open and she immediately looked to her right hand wrist, assessing the marks left behind from the handcuffs that had tied her so tightly to the bedpost. But when she looked, there was no bedpost. The headboard the pillows of the bed were against was plain. Her hands were beside her, unmarked, unbruised, unchained.
A shaky breath passed through her lips and she brought the wrist to her chest to cradle it. She felt the piercing sensation to cry cut through her like nothing else. She wasn't sure why. Her mind was blank. She couldn't remember a thing other than the aching feeling in her chest and a fear that she was somewhere she didn't want to be.
It took her too long to recognise the familiar bedsheets, to focus on the pictures on the wall, to inhale the smell of fresh strawberries on the air. She didn't know she was home until the door open and she saw it.
Annabeth.
She looked a mess. Her hair was down and unbrushed, a bird nest atop her head and skin swollen and blotchy from tears. Annabeth had been crying, so much so that her light grey eyes had turned as dark as the shadows beneath them and now rimmed with redness. Her face was downcast and her hand on the door handle was gentle and quiet, like she was trying not to be heard. She had a book in her hand. She was wearing camp clothes, but they were not her own. Octavia recognised her own t-shirt immediately. There was a berry stain on the collarbone.
Seeing Annie... She didn't have words.
How could she give words to the relief that ran through her? Nothing could do it justice. All she could think amongst the pattering of her excited heart and the yearning in her fingertips to reach for her was that the lonely feeling in her chest was starting to subside.
"Annie?"
Annabeth's eyes snapped up in an instant. She found her immediately. Her grey eyes turned molten like metal under the shine of her swift tears. Octavia could hear her shaky breaths from across the room.
"Iyah?"
She barely had time to nod, as if Annabeth needed any encouragement for recognition. Already, Annabeth dropped her book. It hit the floor with a thud before she was across the room, running to Octavia's arms. She had them open and ready.
