R.E.D. Moments (Percy Jackson)

A Certain Son Of Poseidon

A little hesitantly, he asks, a nervous smile on his extravagant face, "Want to explore the world?"

Her fierce red hair bounces as she looks around her surroundings to make sure no one sees her. Assuming no one, her emerald jewels look deep into the sky of his eyes. "Of course," she says, grinning widely and mischievously. She takes his hands and swings herself over the open window. Landing a little off in the floating, bold red convertible, Rachel straightens herself up and looks once again into his eyes. "Where to?" She smiles cheekily up at him.

Apollo gives her a smirk, and, laying an arm around her shoulders, says, "Anywhere you want, sweetheart."

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"While we are sitting here, why don't you tell me about your certain interesting on a certain son of Poseidon?" Apollo asks casually, his fingers tracing patterns on the aging wooden picnic table outside Dino's Ice Cream.

Rachel stares at the god for a second or two, before shaking her head in disbelief at his calm demeanor. Does he not realize how most people don't just flood their raw feelings on a unrequited lover out with just a simple question? That they got to earn their trust and have the speaker tell his or her story when they feel the right moment?

But, her patron is waiting for an answer and a small part of Rachel wants real badly to talk about her feelings and thoughts on Percy Jackson, so she only replies a little vaguely, a wistful smile on face, "Well, you have to admit, Percy is pretty epic. He has done many heroic deeds."

When the words leave her mouth, Rachel realizes 'epic' wasn't the right word. No, he's amazing, heroic, courageous, and so much more, but Rachel just can't think of the right words to describe the hero of Olympus. Gods, she really did have it hard for that green eyes demigod, but she knew he'd never be able to love her like he does Annabeth, and that's okay with Rachel, because she knows there are things you experience with someone that other's will never understand.

Apollo just shakes his head, his golden curls bouncing. He takes a lick from his Scooperman ice cream,"C'mon, sweetheart, you can do so much better."

Rachel stops chewing her waffle cone absentmindedly. "Did you just," Rachel begins slowly, raising a round eyebrow in amusement, "downgrade the demigod that helped save Olympus, like, twice?"

Smirking slightly, Apollo takes another lick from his cone. "Well," he begins, his arms open wide, "If you put it like that."

Rachel shakes her head unbelievingly. "Whatever," Rachel says offhandedly.

They sit in a comfortable silence, use to one another's presence. Apollo continues savoring his cone with every lick and Rachel continues chomping away on her's, feeling the need to finish quickly.

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Author's Note: I didn't edit this very thoroughly, I'm a terrible typer, so you should get the idea. I just want to publish this just for the sake of it, really.

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Uploaded: 8/13/14

Updated: 8/15/14