the winemaker's daughter [ percy jackson & the olympians ]

chapter twenty-five

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁༉‧₊˚.[𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝙾𝙽 & 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙻𝚈𝙼𝙿𝙸𝙰𝙽𝚂]

chapter twenty-five: my child that isn't my child wastes a perfectly good happy meal in a puddle for ghosts ( what the fuck nico )
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ATLEAST ASHANTI got a good night's sleep despite her father's inappropriate use of a children's book quote, right?

wrong.

apparently the quote it was supposed to give knowledge, and grant her what she needed to escape with her life from the deadly labyrinth. yeah, she wouldn't hold her breath on it. on top of that, one of her best friends was holding back the information of the potential death of someone within their quest party.

that night, in her dreams, ashanti was back in the throne room on mount. olympus. at first, she almost believed that she was simply reliving a memory, except for the fact that she was carefully sat on a silk pillow in the center of the throne room. in their respective seats was her father, dionysus, and the love goddess, aphrodite.

they were god-sized, making their interaction a bit more nerve-wracking but ashanti breathed through it. "er," she said, blinking confusedly. she still wasn't completely sure if she were actually on olympus. "hi."

gods, ashanti hoped her words hadn't sounded as slow, and slurred as her thoughts at the moment. her brain worked slower than molasses whenever she was in the presence of the love goddess. her beauty muddled her brain.

the dionysus girl attempted to smooth down braids, trying to appear less asleep, and more awake. she was definitely embarrassed, but the least she could do was look a bit more presentable.

her father trained his eyes onto his daughter lazily, a small smile tugging at his lips at her reaction, but otherwise, his expression was pretty unreadable.

ashanti waved shyly to the love goddess, not really giving her father the time of day ( she just seen him, like, the other day ). her dimples were on display with the little smile that tugged at her lips. gods, here she was, geeked out over the love goddess. she just couldn't help herself.

this time, aphrodite had the same wide, doe-like sea green eyes with the freckles dotted along the bridge of her nose, and under her eyes. though, one thing ashanti did note was different was the color of her hair. it wasn't the deep, inky black it was the first time they'd meant, no. in fact, it kept flickering between a rust-red, and the inky black she was familiar with. she just couldn't put her finger on how she recognized the colors.

"lady aphrodite, lord dionysus," ashanti was laying it on real thick, trying to get back into her father's good graces. she rarely called him anything other than 'dad' or 'father,' but that moment didn't seem like the time. she didn't know what she had done, but she knew for sure that dionysus was not happy.

"ashanti," dionysus greeted, but his tone was grumbly.

"hi, shanti," aphrodite waved excitedly. "can i call you shanti? i'm sorry, that nickname is just too cute not to use."

said girl blushed, her face stinging as she smiled back shyly. the goddess of love wanted to call her by her nickname. wow! "sure!" she knew it came out much too enthusiastic, but she just couldn't stop. the words poured right out like word vomit. "of course you can call me shanti."