The Blessed

Five

C.J^

Olympias POV:

"Finally!"

I celebrate as I got one of the Occamy twins. It was squirming in my arms but with one glare it shut up fast. I hate occamies.

"Who knew something so cute and small could be such a handful?"
C.J asks as she pets the Occamy in her rapped on her arm  tenderly.
I open the small teapot I been holding and the babies fly in immediately noticing the bugs inside. I guess they were hungry. I give Dias the tea pot to hold.

"When you have Dias as a brother you would know."

"Hey! That's not true you meanie!"

Dias scouted the area and told us the twins were heading for sprite village. We got there as fast as we could, but the babies had started destroying the little village. I think everything would have been way better if the ocammies did not think the woodland sprites were bugs.
No one died though but someone lost a wing.

Tee hee!

Unfortunately for us the little village was close to the crystal river so are clothes got soiled.                                             

Right now were cold and covered with mud. After being scolded by the sprites, Dias leads the way back to the house while I trail behind with Pierson.

"Olympia? "

I turn to see Pierson looking at me intensely. I love it how he says my name. I love his voice. So....sexy

"I really love your name. Greek origin meaning "from Mount Olympus". Right? Meaning like you are like a champion sent by the gods."

He's smart too! But I notice he's blabbering.

I can see he is nervous talking to me by the way he adjust his glasses, the way he rubs the back of his neck and the slightness of pink on his cheeks. Adorable.

"Pull yourself together Pierson. Act cool." He's trying to impress me?! Oh my gosh!

"Yeah everyone in our family has a Greek name. It is just to show respect to the Moon goddess."

He looks down at me. Surprised that I actually answered him.

I notice that we are farther away from the group. But I don't mind. I like walking in the woods sometimes. So peaceful. We walked in complete silence. Comfortable silence. Our bodies are closer than they were before which makes me a bit flustered. His scent is intoxicating. He doesn't know how much it affects me.

From my peripheral view I see he is trying to hold my hand without being weird. To put him out of his misery, I grab his hand and interlock our finger. A sensation of tingles ran through me as his big hands swallowed mine. There way softer than I imagine.

Pierson takes in a sharp breath and tightens his hold on my hand.

"I don't need you to be uncomfortable Pierson. I need you to be yourself at all times. Even though it means embracing your weird side." I give him a teasing smile while he mockingly glares at me. "I want to love you for who you are Pierson and I mean it."

He smiles and nods his head. I see a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Your right. But let's get things straight. I'm not a fucking weirdo." He scowls but nudges me playfully and I laugh.

"Are you sure about that?"

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By the time we reach the mansion Pierson and I have talked about everything and nothing. We also played 20 questions. We've held hands through our walk. He tells me about the mutation he has. I've heard of the case before. It called periatricitis. But I think I like him better with his frames.