So, I've been gone for quite awhile. Sorry it was state-testing week and I was super busy. Thank you to Sadie-Breezy Frost, GoldenBug Prime, and Arianna Black. To make up for my absence, I will give you ten drabbles in a row.^^
Arianna Black: I love you, dear, really I do. I ship Jason/Nico like no one's business and since reading the awesome Peace Phoenix's work, I'm inclined toward Kronos/Percy. So, not weird. I'm sorry the chapter made you feel sad. :( I wouldn't dare kill you; Hyacainthus was Apollo's lover but he was killed by the jealous wind god, Zephyrus. Because of the grief, Apollo cried tears and from those tears he created the Hyacinth flower.
I'm sorry for being bipolar, blame the themes of this story! I will, I will. I plan to finish them very soon! Thanks for reviewing, hun.
GoldenBugPrime: That you did. I'm glad you enjoyed 47 a lot. Really? I didn't know that. Thanks for reviewing!
Sadie Breezy-Frost: O.O Oh, okay, that's a reaction I've never gotten before. Lol though.^^ Thanks for reviewing.
51 - Troubling Thoughts
Percy worries his lips with his teeth. It's early in the morning and he's changing Luciano. The routine goes as such: he pulls off Luciano's pj pants, setting them to the side. Next, he unfastens the heavy diaper from his baby, cooing and gently poking at his mini-me. He wipes his son nice and clean with two wet napkins, and then, puts a good coating of baby ointment on Luciano's bum and fastens him up again.
Luciano is a child that remembers. He raises his arms up, lethargically and stays completely still. Percy compliments him with a kiss, taking his son's matching pj shirt off. He sits Luciano up and then spins him around so he can face his back.
He withholds his gasp. The purpishly bruise-like spot is bigger than before, and there are more traveling up his back. He touches it with slightest brush of his index finger, and Luciano howls in pain. He picks his son up, shushing his apology.
He wipes his baby's tears noticing the speck of blood on Luciano's pink lips. How in the world…
Something's wrong with Luciano, Percy's sure. His baby was becoming more and more lethargic every day a different tune to his bubbly baby boy three months ago, and he was constantly running fevers.
Percy rubs his nose in Luciano's hair, praying to whatever Gods he knew that Luciano was okay, suffering only from a minor flu or whatever. Today he's taking his baby boy to the doctor, as he picks Luciano's day outfit, his mind strays to his working husband. Luciano is Percy's baby, but Luciano is Nico's pride and joy; the apple of his eye.
He hopes that today won't be the day he calls Nico and tells him something is wrong with Luciano; like something was wrong with Bianca or his late mother in law.
