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VIII—Hazel
“I swear it on the River Styx.”
Hazel slowly moved her head up to look at Frank, an expression of shock, disbelief, terror drawn onto her face, slightly mingled with a sort of wide-eyed rush of affection.
“Oh gods, Frank! You didn’t—shouldn’t have don--” she rambled shaking her head vigorously.
She wrenched her hand from a slightly fazed Frank’s and threw them in the air, trying to reiterate her point—that what he had just done (for her, her extremely guilty subconscious added. ‘Shut up!’ she replied to herself, right back.) would come at the cost of his life.
He knows that, a frantic Hazel thought. He knows that he could die! So why did he do it? Why?
“Why?” she demanded aloud, begging, pleading for an answer.
“Because Nico’s important to you. . .” Frank replied, honestly. “So he’s important to me, too.”
Hazel opened and closed her mouth a few times, looking like a fish out of water, the words that she wanted to say so badly not being able to find their way out—for fear that saying them out loud would make her sound like a bad person.
Somehow, she managed to take a deep breath, and without another thought, the words came tumbling out.
“You’re important to me, too, Frank!” she almost screamed, absently hoping that Percy and Annabeth wouldn’t mistake it as a cry of help and come bursting through the door.
When no sounds of pounding demigod footsteps come reverberating down the hall, she spoke up again, minding that this time, she spoke just a little bit more softly.
“You’re important to me, too,” she whispered, looking down, where she had given up throwing her arms about in exchange for letting them lay forlornly on her lap.
She gulped, nervously, readjusting her position so that she was snuggled up even closer to Frank—now as if she was trying to climb into his chest and just hide there forever, where she would feel safe.
“And. . .” she added, while she was still brave enough to voice her thoughts, “Of course, I don’t want to lose Nico, but. . .”
She trailed off, half of her wishing that Frank would understand what she was too scared to say, and the other half wishing that he wouldn’t pick up on her dark undertones and just ignore her lament.
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Blood of Olympus
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