Piper's Chapter
A/N: Hi my lovelies! This is the Graecus from Idris! Have you ever thought next to Calypso, who might have been the one who cared about him most? Yes, the first demigod to know him, *inserts drumroll* Piper! Aka beauty queen! Sit back and enjoy!
She wished she had convinced Leo not to go fight Gaea without Jason or her; it was hardly a problem with her charmspeak. She wanted to slap Gaea and run her through with her knife: Looking Glass. She gritted her teeth, trying to restrict her emotional explosion that was coursing through her veins, the bomb of anguish and sentiment waiting to detonate any second. She sulked at her bunk as her siblings were eating at the dining pavilion. She fiddled with a switchblade, stabbing a photo of Octavian's stupid, idiotic, moronic, arrogant, narcissist, and petty as-ugly-as-Tartarus face.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was etched with sadness, her eyes tired, colors swirling less hypnotically. She thought for a second, but never got the answer to her question; when was the last time she laughed? She opened her drawer, and a fake frog popped out. If she was her regular self, she'd have chased the Stoll brothers and Leo (who always helped the twins with pranks), laughing, charmspeaking them to stop so she could catch up. But she wasn't in the mood. Leo was dead. He wouldn't be hiding behind the corner, peeking at what expression she would be wearing, giggling like a little kid, trying to holding in his snorts.
For the first in her very existence, she decided to wear makeup. Yes, makeup. She thought she should try to show respect to Leo, not show weakness just as well as he did. How he did forever, hiding the truth about his abusive foster mother. How he did since she had known him, not showing the shadow that his mother's death that towered over him. He could act well, than as a daughter of a goddess that adores hiding with makeup, she should be able to do even better.
She picked up an enchanted brush Aphrodite gave for her for saving the world as one of the seven, now the six. She gently shaded her eyelids, and the skin glimmered, not actually leaving any color, but hid any signs of fatigue or sadness that was shining in her eyes. She the dusted her cheek, disguising the hollows of her cheek that was a result of weight loss and staying up every night, 24/7. She then waved the brush in front of her lips, not touching. Her cracked lips from lack of hydration became rosy and smooth. She wove a feather into her braid with rainbow beads, trying a confident smile in the mirror. She sighed and left her perch from the hot pink swivel chair and went through the door.
She glanced back and saw her reflection: beautiful. "You can call me Beauty Queen in Elysium, just wait for the rest of the seven." She closed the door. For once, she didn't show her feelings, waiting for the others to confort her. For once, she acted like the curly haired Santa's Elf. She put up a front for everyone else, telling them she was sad but will not be torn with grief.
A/N: Hope you liked that! I've always wondered about Leo's abuse foster mother. Wish this tore your heart apart! Mwahahaha! Just letting my inner Octavian/Drew/Gaea enjoy themselves! Review, favorite and like pls! ;p
-the Graecus from Idris