"Great balls of chocolate!"
"Fire. It's great balls of fire. It's from an old song."
"Why would the balls be on fire?"
"Why would they be made of chocolate?"
My face hurt, my head hurt, and ambrosia did little to help. It was not just fire that the ball had hit me with, it was Greek fire. My face had been charred like a well done steak. Except my face was not well done, it was burnt to a crisp. I looked like a Hephaestus kid fresh from the forge, no offense to any Hephaestus kids.
We ended up using ice, and praying to Asclepius and Apollo. Nico was worried, I knew that. But I didn't cry. Tears were hypertonic, more salt than water, and would burn my skin. But the worst part? I had the ultimate pair of chapped lips.
I often kept my eyes closed, just because opening them hurt like Tartarus. The skin was dried, and wrinkly, and it was best not to bend it. So when I heard the door shut, the swift footsteps told me it was Amy. "We have a new idea, and I think it's going to work."
"Fire away."
"I think you mean fire at Will." I could feel her grin, even though I couldn't see it.
"Don't make me laugh, it hurts to smile."
"Anyways, ambrosia and nectar digestion haven't been working, and the ice isn't healing you fast enough. Vaseline help for a small amount of time, but you look like you're dead when you do that, and it's not productive enough and not cost-effective. Not to mention you looking dead isn't good for spirit."
"Yeah, I'm getting that."
"Well, what if we rubbed your face with nectar? Directly on the burns."
"And the risk of me spontaneously combusting due to overdose?"
"Only one coat. We'd dilute it with vaseline, and then apply the paste to the worst areas of the burn."
"So basically my face."
"Right."
It was a good idea, if it didn't kill me first. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Amy said, almost giddy with anticipation, as I heard her mix.
"This could kill me though."
"Shut up. It's done." I cracked my eyes open so a slit could see what was happening. Amy grabbed a bowl and put her scrubs on.
To me, nectar tasted like nutella. Nico also tasted like nutella, but that's because he freaking hoarded it. His obsession was unhealthy. One jar of that crap was at least 1,000 calories, and he ate a jar every few days. If only he would try salad. But I digress.
Having thicker nutella rubbed all over your face may sound kind of cool.
Its not.
I held my breath, but it was over sooner than I expected. Amy was smiling. "I love success," she raised a mirror, but it wasn't needed. My eyes were wide open, and they didn't burn. It didn't hurt to smile like it had. I would know, I was.
"Thanks. Maybe you're not a pain in the βαρέλι after all."
"Shut up."
"Never!" I cried, running out of the room. Diagonally 'cause you know not STRAIGHT into Nico.
"You look different." A smirk played on his bottom lip.
"Are you complaining?"
"Of course not."
*insert le make out session HERE because I had to step over le pile of dead fangirls*
"My eyes! My straight, straight eyes!" Amy yelled. "I just lost my appetite, and dinner is in fifteen minutes!"
"It is?" I was surprised, not just at the time but at my sudden appetite. "Dam. Time passes."
"Cmon. If we leave now we can escape the crowds." Nico began to pull me towards the mess hall.
"Thank gods. All that interpersonal touching."
C'est fin. Pour maintenant...
(Oh and @emethedaydreamer that cover is what I tried to send but you know wattpad. The WHOLE FREAKING STRAWBERRY LOOK AT HIS EYES. I can't send this to enough people.)
Okay. I guess I'm done.
Kisses,
Satan, (Now Officially a) Lord of Feels.
