PJO & HoO Drabbles

by prehistoric-huntress

She loved him. He hated her. The world collapsed. The day was saved. She died for the one she loved. He fought for the one he lost. They sang, they lived, they fought, and they died. Words can't capture the entirety of a moment, the emotions and reality that floods our every waking moment, but we'll be damned if we don't try.

11. Caramel Haired, Brown Eyed Girl

Caramel Haired, Brown Eyed Girl

He visits his Dad a little more often now. It's not that he's keen on spending time with him in his grimy mechanic shop when he could be working on Festus in Bunker 9, but there was one thing in his Dad's shop that kept him coming. His Father was no fool for the reason. He's a god after all. But he didn't tell Leo. In fact, he pretended he needed to get more steel and would waltz off, leaving his special TV for Leo to play with. As soon as his Father's chunky figure disappeared, he almost ran to the TV and turned it on, changing channels until he finally landed on the one he was looking for.

There she was. Beautiful, as always. Her hair was in a pony tail today, the strands of loose hair flapping around her face with the soft wind. She wore jeans and a white V-neck tee. But unlike other days, she wore an army camouflage piece of cloth tied arond her neck. Leo glanced down at the jacket she'd made for him. Same color, same camouflage pattern. His heart swelled. She missed him too.

He was sadly watching her pick apples from a tree when his Father appeared next to him. He gasped and quickly turned off the TV.

"I'm sorry, Dad," he stammered. "I know you don't like me touching your things, but, but- I can explain-"

"It's all right, son," his Fater said, placing a large and calloused hand on Leo's shoulder. "Why do you think I created this? To watch the gods argue? Tartarus, no. I see that every time I visit Olympus. No, Leo. I built this to watch the woman I love," he said, turning it back on. Calypso was pulling weeds between the lettuce now. She was sweaty and dirty and the cloth that had wrapped around her neck was now acting like a bandana, holding back the loose strands of hair. leo felt like crying.

"You know..." Hephaestus said. "It's about time I go and visit a friend now." He grabbed a small notebook. "Maybe you'd like to come with?" his Dad asked. Leo somberly nodded. Maybe he could take his mind of Calypso, the person he cared most about, but couldn't reach.

"Who are we going to see?" Leo asked, tightening his belt.

"Oh, just a certain caramel haired, brown eyed girl."