"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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0018. | WHAT THEY LEAVE WHEN SUNLIGHT FADES
New York was blearing and bright in the midday light.
Rachel had directed them through the Labyrinth narrowly, taking the shortest route possible, Octavia was certain, but even still, by the time Percy ushered them out of the drain cover and across the street, they were all covered in a sheen of sweat and flushed skin. It was a hell of a distance to cross.
For privacy, Percy herded them to an alleyway. He paused once they were all covered and headed to the end of the alley where three walls boxed him in. Suddenly, he brought his fingers to his lips and let out five blasts of a whistle.
Octavia's delicate ears cringed at the shooting sound, but she was also mildly impressed by Percy's New Yorker talent. She thought the only thing she could enjoy about his local knowledge was how effortlessly he navigated the subway and the intensity of his accent when he got heated over something. She quite liked his voice when it turned like that, though he would never admit to having an accent. Still, she was discovering there was something partially enjoyable about his whistle as well.
When he caught her admiring him, her cheeks burned and she looked away instantly. He didn't need to know her thoughts.
It took only a minute for five answering shadows to swoop down between the skyscrapers and aim for the landing strip that was their alley. Five pegasi flew down and galloped to a stop. Four white haired, and a black one to lead. She recognised the black haired pegasus. It was the same one from last summer on the Princess Andromeda that Percy had freed. She guessed this was the friend he had told her about last winter on the back of Hermes' chariot.
Percy greeted them, stroking the black-haired one's muzzle. She saw its eyes on her and looked to see Percy's red face. "Yeah, yeah, Blackjack." He grumbled. "That's her."
She sent him a curious look. "You can talk to pegasi?"
His blush worsened. "All horses, really." He admitted. "The flesh-eating kind at the ranch were my least favourite."
She eyed the black haired pegasus aptly named Blackjack, it seemed. She smiled at it. "Well, hi, I guess." She greeted. "I'm Octavia... do I have to speak horse, or something?"
Percy grinned at her. "No, you're good. He says 'Nice to meet you, pretty lady—' Whoa! Blackjack, keep your thoughts to yourself!" He complained with a sudden grimace. "No, I was not thinking the same thing!"
She quickly decided that Percy and his pegasus were a strange duo and a difficult one to decipher given that one of them was effectively mute. She turned away to the others and saw the white pegasi backing away from Nico and Tyson, wary of the pair. Grover, however, was having a ball! With the scent and blessing of Pan still on him, he must have been a celebrity to the creatures.
