A/N: Hey! After you read this, check out the companion story to it, Love Lies Bleeding, written by Ella!
Here we go! Hope you enjoy this little drabble :)
I don't own PJO!
Athena was in her quarters, reading her latest novel. A knock came from the door, and she looked up. "Come in," she said, though she couldn't see the person. A man walked in, holding a bouquet of flowers. He lowered them, so Athena could see his face. "Poseidon? What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I came to give you flowers," he told her, shrugging. He handed them to her and said, "Happy Valentine's Day,"
She gazed at them confusedly. "These are lovely. Why did you bring them? They haven't been poisoned, have they?"
"Nope," Poseidon told her, smiling like a kindergartener who had just had the last cookie.
"What are these?" She asked, turning them around in their vase. "They aren't a common flower here in Olympus," she muttered to herself.
"No, they aren't." Poseidon then walked out of the room.
Athena scrunched her nose at the flowers. She left them on her side table and went up the stairs in her quarters to her private library. As she made her way to the botany books, she grabbed the first one she saw. Athena flipped through the pages and saw a picture just like the flowers. "Very mature, Poseidon." She rolled her eyes. She smiled. "Though, I know just how to retaliate,"
Athena walked through the halls of Olympus, holding the flowers close to her. She smiled sweetly at Poseidon. All the gods were in the main room; the throne room.
"I have something I'd like to say," she said sweetly.
"What is it, daughter?" Zeus's voice boomed with question.
"I'd just like to thank Poseidon for the Cockcombs." Apollo burst with laughter, while his sister, Artemis, as well as the rest of the Olympians, looked disgusted.
"Athena, what is the meaning of this?" Zeus said, outraged.
"You know; the flowers!" Athena dropped her smile. "Very mature of you." She glared at Poseidon as she threw the flowers on the ground. "Next time, if you're going to give me flowers—any kind—as a joke, at least have the decency to make them not plastic."
A/N: Hehe…check out Ella's story! It's the companion story to Of Immaturity and Plastic. This was going to be titled, Of Cockcombs and Plastic but I thought that was just too bad…
Hope you enjoyed!
