𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
❝ I'm practically cursed!
why on earth
would you ever
want to take a
chance on me? ❞
｡･:*:･ﾟ★ ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆
in which eleanor knightley is introduced to the life she had always been hidden fr...
Grover had been right, the cupcakes did help. At least that was what Eleanor thought as she munched away on a bite of red velvet as her friends gaped at her leisure. But could you blame her? It wasn't like fate was going to take a sick day and well, who was she to let the fluffy, baked goods go to waste?
Her hand slowly made work on wiping some red crumbs from her pouted lips. "What?" asked Eleanor, flitting her eyes between the gobsmacked trio. "Do I have icing on my nose?"
"No," Annabeth wailed sarcastically, her hands strangling through the knots that the wind folded through her hair. "You just have to live up to Hercules and one of his labours and all you're doing right now is eating a cupcake! Eleanor Andromeda Knightley!"
The daughter of Zeus' shoulders hunched at the sound of her full name spewing from the blondes mouth. In a sudden moment, Eleanor was lost. She was carried far away as the saltine air seemed to morph into sticky humidity and the endless cerulean currents were overtaken by dewy grass that she could almost, just about, feel tickling her toes. With just the flutter of her eyes, Eleanor was a little girl again, her overalls stained in the same lilac paint that coated the carnations planted in her front lawn. Instead of Annabeth, Claire Knightley stood before her, still bewitching in her intimidating firmness as she lectured Eleanor Andromeda on taking better care of her paints.
Eleanor couldn't remember the last time she heard the name Andromeda until now. In fact, she never cared for it much, not when most families weren't like her own, who were absolutely enthralled by tales of ancient times, lore of wronged, gorgon women and powerful gods of Greece. So, Andromeda fell into the background and soon enough she was just Eleanor, most certainly not Eleanor Andromeda.
Well, that was until Annabeth brought it back to the surface. And it seemed that both Grover and Percy were also captured by the odd fact that was her middle name.
As three stares menaced her countenance, Eleanor shrunk into herself, finding that she was caught between losing herself to memories sending pricks through her heart or on the impending danger, one that trailed her closely, shadow-like and predatory, one way or another she realised she would have to lose but, maybe not now. Right now, she could bask in the illuminating map of sunshine left on her cheeks or the wind stroking back her honey tendrils as she had a weird conversation about middle names and cupcakes.
