8/29/15

Percabeth "Talking to the Moon"

I don't own the song, or Percy Jackson. Parents failed on the birthday present front. Rar.

The stars were always beautiful away from crowded cities. Perseus Jackson wondered exactly how he knew what the stars from inside a city looked like when, for all he could remember, he'd spent his whole life trying to avoid them. Too loud and too many monsters. The moon hung like a pale golden orb. Artemis's- no, Diana's, he reminded himself- sky was beautiful, just as much as Apollo's and he was using the wrong names again and why exactly was that? He stared at the stars, made a wish when he saw a meteor, and fixed his gaze on the moon. "To the gods." He poured a glass of soda into a bronze brazier. "Tell me who I am."

It was Artemis's time. And Annabeth was telling herself that she wished she'd never strayed from the principles of the Huntress. She sighed. "Falling in love really is a mess, isn't it." She knew that the celestial orb hanging low in the sky was just a rock, and not the goddess, but at least it was someone who she could pretend to talk to. And then she was talking to herself, or rather to someone she knew wouldn't answer, even though she knew exactly what he'd say.

"Hey, Percy."

Hey, Annabeth.

She laid back on the cold marble of the pavilion's floors, releasing a sigh. "The stars are beautiful tonight."

Stop it. You're reminding me of-

"I'm sorry. But Percy?" Turn to the left, because that's where he always lay next to her. Snuggle a little closer to the empty marble. "I'm not Zoe. I made different choices. You know that." Tuck her head into his shoulder, for which a chunk of stone was a poor substitute.

Percy turned to his right, laying an arm around thin air and laughing, for some reason. Probably not the best way to convince New Rome that he wasn't crazy, he thought somewhere in the back of his mind, then pushed it away.

She smiled. "Yeah, I'm glad we're here too."

You know my favourite constellation?

"Heracles, because-"

He had more rotten luck than we did. Yeah.

"I wouldn't say you have all rotten luck. I'm here, aren't I? And so is Grover."

But I'm not.

And just like that, the spell was broken, and she got up and walked back into the Athena cabin, laying facedown on her pillow that for some reason had wet spots near her cheeks.

And just like that, Percy walked into his dormitory, and laid down, turning to the right and noticing for the first time that someone there was missing.

A/N The prompt for this was based on the Bruno Mars song, according to Maka… Which I hadn't listened to when I wrote this. Well. That's kind of interesting. Bye,

Tsubaki