Jun 11, 2017
‘ have you seen percy ? ’ inquiry is laced with agitation , but since last winter , there’s always a hint of discomfort whenever she can’t find the son of poseidon –––– heart still aching from the temporary loss . stray strands of golden locks are brushed behind her ear , a prolonged sigh filling her chest as she sweeps the area of camp , to no avail . he’s not around . ‘ gods, he’s so dead . ’
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