Of Polaroids, explainations and of course Ribenas.
"Pipes, you did not agree to come to London so that you could stay under the covers the whole time, right?" Tristan called out to Piper through the door of her room. Instead of booking a hotel room, like normal people do, her dad had bought a house before travelling to London, England, because, of course, he wasn't a normal person, he was 'The Tristan McLean' movie star extraordinaire. Piper heard a sigh and then footsteps which went down the stairs.
Even though her drinking had reduced after meeting the annoyingly hot Egyptian Death god a few weeks ago, Piper did not remember last night properly. She got up from the bed slowly and winced as she did. There was pain in her head, she reached out to the packet of Ambrosia on the side table, after shoving a piece in her mouth and waiting for a few minutes, slowly but surely, the pain subsided. Over the last few days, she had realized that Ambrosia was way better than painkillers for hangovers.
When it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon Piper stepped out of her room and went into the kitchen for breakfast. That was how she spent her days since the past few months, no matter in which continent she was, her routine was usually the woke up at 2, ate breakfast and then spent the evening locked in her room with her guitar, made a few cool tunes and sent them to the Demigods, a band of halfblood sons and daughters of Apollo. Secretly, Piper had been writing out songs for them without telling her ex-friends at the 2 camps. She thought that it made her at least responsible for her own self and her cureer. Then after dinner Piper spent the whole night and a few hours of morning at bars. Piper made sure that her dad did not know about the liquor she drank. He knew about her job as the songwriter of the Demigods though. On the island, Piper saw a note left by her dad and an envelope, she winced as she read it-
Pipes, I don't know why, but you haven't being acting normally these , there is an art show opening being held nearby. I know about your interest in Polaroids and got you a ticket, it is a fancy place and i know it's not your style, but please do go.
-love,Tristan.
Piper sighed after reading the letter, sure enough there was a ticket to an art opening. Fine, I'll go. She thought. What harm could it do anyways?
Piper fiddled the strap of her grey one shouldered dress. To say that she that she looked pretty would be an understatement, there was no man who did not turn his head towards her at least a billion times. When she was studying a polaroid, a familliar voice sounded,"Good evening, daughter of Aphrodite," Piper turned around, smilling after recognizing it. Anubis stood before her, as hot as ever,"Good evening, god of funerals,"Piper responded, gigling,"Now, to what do I owe this lovely visit, may I ask?",she asked.
The jackal god hoped that he could tell her the truth, that he was missing her, even after meeting her only once. Osiris had noticed that his faithful servant was not paying enough attention to the work he had been once so dedicated to. Hathor, the Egyptian form of Aphrodite had visited Osiris and told him about Anubis' reason of distraction and once again, Osiris sent him upstairs,to the mortal world.
Anubis sighed and said,"I suppose I owed you explaintions, did I not?" Piper smiled and said "Course you did.". Anubis led her to a more secluded area, a can of Ribena appeared in his right hand, he told her about egyptian gods and goddesses, some myths and magicians, Piper was an attentive listener. After he finished, Piper asked him the question which was eating her from the inside, she took a breath, and asked,"Who's Sadie?".Anubis looked into her eyes, which now were changing really fast, as if she was panicing. His expession turned serious,"She's my ex-girlfriend, she left me for a guy whose life I saved, I thought that she would choose me if I saved his life, but she didn't, she left me.". Piper sighed and said,"You know, I'd tell you that 'whatever happens happens for the best' but honestly, it doesn't, I feel that you have to make it happen, even with the fates controlling our lives we need to at least make some progress on our own," Piper paused, and then said, as if realizing something,"Or else you would be stuck up in the past and drowning your self in wine like me."
Anubis glanced at her, she was on the verge of tears, even at that time she looked irresistible. Wait, what? Anubis was shocked at his own thoughts. He needed some peice of mind,he transported them to Piper's room, her dad was home and asleep, he made Piper sleep too. He sat down by the edge of the bed, and recollected himself. Since when did he start having feelings like that for someone except Sadie? Then he recalled the advice of the girl who was sleeping, he turned towards her, if it was possible, she looked more beautiful at night, her skin glowed as moonlight kissed it. Silently, he got up, pressed his lips to her cheek and dissolved into darkness saying,
Good night, Piper.