Buenos Dias~

So basically my Mark of Athena fanfic was sort of wishy washy, but a lot of you told me to continue writing which I will.
I've got a brand new face for you all. This story is pretty much improvisation, and well. I hope that you guys rate and review.

~dekaliedoscopia.

Set on the Argo II, after MoA and ... the freaking percabeth rickhanger. ;_;
Lazel yo! Fluffy, one-shot. My first song-fic...

DISCLAIMER: all belongeth to rick.

Song: Turning Page
I first heard this song on SYTYCD. Please listen. It gives me chills.

P.S throughout this fic i kept writing "II" as "11"
idk man

Leo's Pov

i've waited a hundred years.
but i'd wait a million more for you.
.

With the Argo II set for flight, an eerie silence hovered over the ship. A constant reminder that the loss of Percy and Annabeth was still ripe. Leo had convinced everyone to rest, as he maneuvered the ship through the aimless clouds and fiery sun. The night quickly closing in behind the boat. With a sigh of exasperation and the admittance of closure, he retired to the kitchen.

His brain attempting to seize in the details of the boat of his and the enchanted wall to reflect the hearth blazing a full back at camp. He realized that the hearth was probably blazing dark and low as his friends, his siblings anticipated the Romans. As he imagined a glass of water a voice came from the shadows of the dinner table.

"You know, we're all grieving... it's not just you."

He didn't even have to turn around to realize it was Hazel. The voice of hers, that acted as fuel to his fire, he tried to extinguish it constantly. Dampen its affects. Though constantly failed at doing, because of the constant drilling in the back of his mind that convinced him he should be hers. He was... wasn't he? With the plaster of a smile on his already weak face he forced a humorless laugh.

"Well, we shouldn't be grieving Hazel, we're going to meet them at the doors and well..." he failed to complete his sentence. He turned around and looked at her figure.

nothing prepared me for
what the privilege of being yours would do

She was clutching her knees close to her, as though she feared her being would rip apart, or possibly because they were so far up in the air. He locks of hair fell around her face, which with a slight catch of the dying suns light, he could tell had been streaked with tears.

"And well..?"

"We'll find them. That's that."

She studied him, with eyes that made him feel as though a swarm of bees took flight in his stomach. She sat up straight and looked away toward the hall, where faint snoring could be heard.

if i had only felt the warmth within your touch,

"Where's Frank?" Leo asked suspiciously.

She looked at him warily. She was focusing on not letting any form of emotion through.

if i had only seen how you smile when you blush,
or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough,

"He's asleep Sammy-"

"Leo" he corrected, with a firm close of his jaw and pulsation of a vein in his neck and with that she got up and let out her worry and fear into a sob.

"How could this happen?!" she sobbed out, "I don't get it, what have we done in life to deserve all of this?"

A startled Leo couldn't process the scene in front of his eyes for organic life forms were not amongst his list of fortes. Her mouth covered her mouth to smother the weight of her worries, and her arm clutching her stomach as though her life would escape through her core. Her eyes shut tight to rebel against the terrors of her thoughts. She stumbled forward into the questioning openness of his arms.

She sobbed into him for what seemed like forever, for his limbs had switched elementals and were turning to water. He stroked her hair with uncertainty at first and then with a surge of newly found emotion. He squeezed his eyes shut and hugged her with all effort.

i would have known what i was living for all along.
what i've been living for.

She buried herself into his torso and soon he felt the cord that connected their lives together pull and tighten. And he found himself clutching her hair tighter and sobbing silently. A symphony of sadness that was never lifted but bottled. He felt a tad bit of satisfaction, that for once he was being hugged, he wasn't the one holding the tissue.

She looked up, her golden eyes flooded with tears and grief. A look that just meant that it was far too much for them to handle.

"Leo, I just don't get it. Everyone one we care for dies, or gets stolen and everything we work for is held in front of us... like bait." her voice was a lost in the maze of bittersweet sobs, as they racked her fragile body to and fro.

Her lips trembled, her voice abandoned her by the mere thought of thinking of herself as a puppet in the sadistic game of worldly fate.

She looked up at him, and what seemed like a risk she said

"We can't losing each other again."

your love is my turning page,
where only the sweetest words remain.

He was sure she was talking about his great-grandfather, but it sent a newly found energy into his veins. And he found himself wanting to embrace her, but instead closed his eyes heavily and imagined what would be as his body felt weak at his thoughts

every kiss is a cursive line,

She caressed his cheek tenderly as though a lost friend would have, a test to see if the being before them was real

every touch is a redefining phrase.

He let himself go to possibilities and hugged her again, the drilling sensation in the back of his conscience throbbing.

i surrender who i've been for who you are,
for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.
if i had only felt how it feels to be yours,

"We're here now, and that's all that matters." he whispered, as their sobbing subsided. And he felt a growing envy towards his great- grandfather for knowing this blessing of a being before he could

well, i would have known what I've been living for all along.
what i've been living for.

"Percy and Annabeth will make it through, but we need to be strong for them." his voice a foundation to both their collapsing minds.

though we're tethered to the story we must tell,
when i saw you, well, i knew we'd tell it well.

He held her from arms length away and studied her. It was time to plaster on the smile, for vulnerability wasn't and option for him.

"You should get some rest." he whispered, though well aware that they were very much alive

with a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas.

"Alright, Leo." she whispered reluctantly and with a subtle lift of her toes, she planted her lips on his forehead, a parting gift until tomorrow. His eyes closed heavily and he felt where she had kissed him a growing warmth erupted straight to his toes, like he was a candle finally lit.

like a feather bringing kingdoms to their knees

Thanks you guys, oh and listen to the song. Please

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with love, x

dekaliedoscopia