and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 two forbidden kids
find solace within each other,
despite their father's wishes.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the lightning thief - the last olympian ]...
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Camp Half-Blood taught Percy that he wasn't good at a lot of things. Archery? Terrible. Sparring? Clarisse pulverized him every time. The only thing Percy had gotten good at was wielding a sword. Many would say that he was one of the best swordsman camp had seen in a long time.
There was something else Percy had just learned he was really good at. The Queen Anne's Revenge responded to his every command. He knew which ropes to hoist, which sails to raise, which direction to steer. They plowed through the waves at what Percy figured was about ten knots. He even understood how fast that was. For a sailing ship, pretty damn fast.
Bronte sat at the edge of the boat, her legs hanging off the edge. It all felt perfect–the wind in her face, her body swaying with the waves. Though, she would be lying if she told you that she didn't have fears of being thrown overboard sometimes. She still sucked at swimming, even with Percy's lessons back at camp.
Annabeth walked over and sat on her left, Percy on her right.
"Hey, how did you know the vitamins would work?" Annabeth asked Bronte, turning to look at her.
Percy and Bronte said they would explain what happened along the way, and now that they had time to relax, it was all that Annabeth could think about.
Bronte's mouth opened to form a 'o'. "Oh, uh, about that..." She chuckled awkwardly. "I didn't."
"What?" Percy exclaimed. His head whipped towards her, his eyes wide.
"What?" Bronte asked with a hint of sass behind her words. "It worked out in the end, didn't it?"
Annabeth couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You mean–"
"Look, I didn't know what would happen. I remember Hermes saying something about taking them when you needed them. I honestly had no idea what he meant by that, but I felt a tug in my gut and I think I heard thunder rumbling, but honestly I'm not so sure. Anyways, I trusted my instincts and took one."
"You could have killed me!" Percy exclaimed, his voice rising. He was still shocked.
"I didn't though," Bronte retorted, pointing at him. "And I'd like to say that that counts for something. So, some credit would be nice."
Percy looked down at his body, then up at her. "I'll give you half," he said. "The fact that you did that all based off feeling is insane."
"Well I probably wouldn't have had to save—yet risk—your life if you would have just listened to me in the first place."
Percy didn't really have anything to say to that. She was right. If he would have just saw through Circe's magic, he wouldn't have been turned into a guinea pig and they wouldn't have gotten into that mess. Though he would admit seeing Bronte in that dress was an upside. He never really saw her in anything except for camp clothes and maybe an outfit or two whenever they run into each other back at home—that was only because of monster attacks, though.
