AN: Hello! I know I haven't posted anything in a while, but I am in the process of editing a MR(Maximum Ride) fanfic. This story was inspired by the fabulous sparklyness that is Magnus bane, high Warlock of Brooklyn. To find out more about him, I suggest you read the teenage girl bible, the Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare. Enjoy B)
Twinkle, Twinkle.
Annabeth POV
"Percy! Percy! No, no Percy!" I banged my fists on the door that separated us, yelling his name all the while. "Percy!" That's it, I thought, I'm going in. I barged past the door into the Aphrodite cabin to see Percy tied down to a pink chair with blue rope, the Aphrodite kids in a u shape around the back of him, armed with blusher brushes and glitter pots. A camera flash went off as Percy raised his head to look at me and said, "How bad is it?"
His hair, which usually lay adorably messy, was spiked up with glitter gel, the ends tinted different colours so it looked like a rainbow. His sea-green eyes had been ringed with thick black eyeliner, the lids shaded in a violent colour of plum, with more glitter on top. His cheeks had been painted in a shell pink colour, and to top it off, his lips had been coloured in with cherry red, sparkly lip-gloss. Some of the Aphrodite girls giggled as I rushed forward to take his hands, rainbow-painted fingernails and all, into mine, plastered what I hoped was an encouraging smile on my lips, and searched for something positive to say.
"Well…. At least you'll twinkle."
