Birthmarks
Wally Peterson studies the think dull brown line on his left forearm, the questionable dark patch of skin only a few shades darker than the tan canvas surrounding it. As he stares at it, his vision blurs with his intense concentration, momentarily disorienting him.
A bronze dagger flashes, there's a spurt of scarlet blood (his own blood, he later realizes), and a flash of bright light surrounds the wound, blinding him.
Wally can't make any sense of the weird marking on his left arm, and he really doesn't make any attempt to figure it out. Something in the back of his mind tells him that figuring out the secret of the birthmark isn't something pleasant.
A name echoes at the edges of his consciousness, a name that hovers around the his yearning grasp, tantalizing him. In that small space between awareness and sleep, his mind whispers the name to him. Luke Castellan. Achingly familiar, yet somehow alien, he always forgets the name when he wakes up the next morning.
Long, jagged lines crisscross in random patterns, making her right shoulder, back, and neck look as if someone had taken a brown marker and randomly doodled on her. Juliana sometimes wonders whether the lines are supposed to mean something.
Burning metal, electricity crackling all around her. Chunks of the automan crash to the ground, and she knows that any attempt to escape is utterly futile. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she can hear voices screaming something-her name?
Juliana's best friend is obsessed with a silly card game: Mythomagic. Whenever he talks about it, whenever he tries to get her to play it, the girl feels an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, which only makes her wonder if she'd ever liked Mythomagic when she was younger.
As hard as she tries, the only dreams that are ever come to her are that of a boy, who seems as familiar to her as the scars around her left wrist. The boy has got dark, sloppy hair, large brown eyes, and a gap-toothed grin that makes her heart ache.
Once, her subconscious is kind enough to supply her with a name for the boy who haunts her dreams. She whispers it in her sleep.
"Nico."
A/N: So, this drabblet was partly inspired by Son of Neptune, and partly inspired by something I saw on tumblr. I hope you (whoever you are) enjoyed this!