AN:/ Not my best, per se, but I was smacked by inspiration and felt like writing. OOCness is unintentional, mmkay? ...Yeah. That's it.
Disclaimer: I don't in any way, shape, or form own PJO.
and the stars are bright *
She came out of the woods, he remembered. Bathed in the light of the moon, she glowed silver against the pitch sky and the bleached snow. He was infatuated with her upon sight, and so were the stars and the moon, it seemed; they dazzled and shone in the inky night when she arrived.
With the twitch of a pale, moonlight hand, the roaring in his ears shattered into a million birds. They flocked to the sky, silky black feathers against the rugged cream moon. She turned to him, a fire in her cold, glittering eyes and his name upon her tongue. "Percy Jackson," she said, and he melted.
She was forbidden – sworn to eternal chastity, a maiden. But that made her only more desirable. Yet what could a boy, less than a mere newborn compared to her, give her to make her change her mind? He would give her the stars in his palm, he would, but why give her something she already had? The only thing he had to give was his heart, something easily broken and tossed aside.
He'd offer to be faithful, to love her and only her, and she'd scoff and call him young and a fool. Forever is a long time, she would tell him. And you've barely made a dent in your own existence – why spend the rest of it pining away? She was wrong, though. He'd keep pining. Not after other girls, but after her.
And when he grew old and withered and on his deathbed, a shell of his former self, he dreamt of a moonlit goddess, one with eyes of lunar ice and hair of flame that he met in the woods many winters ago.
He knew they'd met again.
AN:/ I won't beg for reviews, but they'd be nice. ;)