Red, Perfection, and Us
Percy Jackson and the Olympians © Rick Riordan
An alternate reality by Chocochino
The author does not take any financial profit from this story
For Tyson, Ella is a perfection. She has a set of shimmering red wings and mesmerizing cute look. She loves to read and it seems that she had ability of photographic memory. To be truthful, whenever Ella quoted about something she ever read before, Tyson would listen to it. After all, her ramblings were signs of her expressed feelings.
There was this day when all of sudden, Ella kept talking nonstop about many things. One time she would mention about farming and after three sentences she talked about fruits and their nutrition. If not getting worse, Ella would quote things from an architecture book while looking at fortress in Camp Jupiter then suddenly recited some hopeless cheesy poems while seeing some couples dating on the roads in New Rome.
In the end, when they arrived to the border of the Little Tiber, the red harpy stopped talking, made Tyson confused. "Ella, what's wrong?"
The girl stared to him and bowed her head in a second. Immediately, she blurted, "Ella likes Tyson."
The Cyclops' jaw dropped. "Wh-what did Ella say?"
She finally found the courage to met gazes with the creature besides her. "Ella likes Tyson. Tyson is handsome. Good Cyclops. Ella likes Tyson."
And to be truthful, in his eyes, Ella never looked more beautiful than this—when her red locks fell perfectly on her shoulder, and when he saw the look on her (the most important thing) now heavily blushed face. Her cheeks were as red as a stem of rose, but pitifully he could not find any close bushes to pick a flower. The blushes turned Ella into something more enchanting than usual.
"Tyson... Tyson likes Ella, too," he stammered in a whisper before found more comfort in his voice. "Tyson likes Ella so much. Ella is pretty."
Little did he knows that Ella loves his blushes, just like the way he did.
The sunset created a beautiful pinkish-red in the sky while the breeze whistle in calm, as if the nature wanted to take part in Tyson and Ella's first awkward-but-felt-so-damn-good kiss.
(—because, after all, they had children thoughts about love, and so be it.)
*THE END!*
A/N: No music this time, sorry. Love you!