AN: Hehe, sorry for the late update again. As I keep saying, real life is really killing meeeee.
Time: Night Before Last Chapter
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow would mark the third anniversary of Annabeth's death, just another one of his endless list of failures. And his biggest failure.
Percy drew his knees closer to his chest, staring out of the open glass door at the world outside, wondering where everything went wrong.
It was not like he hated his current life, far from it, in fact. It was just that... he had all these duties and burdens just thrown on his shoulders without a moment's notice, like a giant curveball life decided to pitch at him. With every passing day, with every nightmare some mortal had in the world, every time anyone died of despair, just more was added to the emotional burden he had to carry, making his heart grow heavier, colder by the day.
He didn't want to be like that.
He wanted to be just Percy. The little abused boy who was lucky to survive another day, the little boy who lived for his mother, the boy with only one friend. The boy with more problems than anybody else in the world, the boy who went unnoticed everywhere.
Percy rested his chin on his knees, trying to derive some warmth as the cold, nocturnal breeze buffeted him, ruffling his messy raven hair.
He didn't ask to be this. Being Percy Jackson was good and all, but it took away the charms of living, when you had to be there for the entire world. When everybody looked up to you, even your lovers. Nobody understood.
They said they did, but they didn't. Nobody ever did. You can't understand something like that unless you live through it. They meant well, but they couldn't offer a shoulder to him.
Not that Percy ever asked them for their help, either. He was too proud to even reveal any of his weaknesses, even to his own family. No, he was their dom, they accepted him as their master, and he had to be strong. For their sake. He had to protect them.
He was a Dark god, made to destroy.
Fuck.
Percy wiped the lone tear that rolled down his cheek, leaving only a damp smudge on the back of his hand.
His sea-green eyes wandered back out to the world outside, bathed in moonlight. Beautiful and serene, asleep and quiet, without any of the worries that tortured Percy every waking moment, like an endless fever dream that made him feel like everything was far away, as if life was a third-person RPG he was cursed to play eternally, with no sleep not rest, no wakefulness nor any consciousness about himself.
He watched the calm waters of the pool glisten silver under the full moon, gentle ripples caused by the slight breeze and the occasional leaf falling in the water. The leaves of the shadowy palms rustling and swaying with mysterious, soothing whisperings, standing guard over vacant deck chairs placed around the pool, eternally holding an umbrella over whoever decided to take a swim. In the distance, the ocean reflected the bright silver orb of the full moon in frothy waves that crashed on the sandy beach, creating a white haze of noise that only added to the surreal feeling, the endless stretches of ivory sands not too unlike the endless plains of glass that Percy had encountered in Tartarus.
He no longer feared Tartarus, but the damage was already done, the same way Gabe had had a permanent impact on him. Irrevocably etched in his mind, Tartarus was synonymous with pain and loss in his dictionary.
Percy tilted his head, feeling his long raven hair fall across his face messily. The moonlight seemed to play tricks on his mind, twisting the air into shadows that danced across the silver grass, weaving the mist into smoky figures of those long past. Zoë, Silena, Charles, Luke, an endless list of heroes and demigods doomed to die since the beginning of time, simply replaying the tragedies of heroes told in ancient words in an eternal cycle from which there was no escape, again and again, and again... Annabeth.
Percy closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh to compose himself. Why?
He thought he had let go of these feelings. Then why?
Every year, without fail, why did this day make him feel so sad? Why did the crippling guilt never go away, no matter how much time passed?
Percy opened his eyes again, removing his gaze from the world outside to his own body, trying to ground himself with the physical sensations he was feeling, trying to bind his mind with the senses of flesh and skin and ichor rushing through his veins.
He looked beautiful in the moonlight, his tanned bronze skin assuming a silver glow, making even his rough scars look smooth, like artwork. The biting wind raised slight goosebumps on his shirtless torso, his hurt laid bare for the world to see, like a patchwork on his body.
Perhaps the moon added a different shade of beauty to everything, even monsters like him, who fed off the bad things in the world. Maybe Artemis was just this beautiful of a person.
The endless night. Nyx lulled people to sleep, Hypnos guided them to the realm of Morpheus, who made them relive their worst moments, made them realise their worst fears. And Percy fed off on all of it, directly feeding misery to the masses all of his own free will. He was the god of nightmares, he had to maintain the natural order of things.
He was a fucking monster. He tortured children and adults alike with endless nightmares whenever they fell asleep. Who knows how many he had driven to suicide, insanity, depression or death with his dreams? He should have bottled it up, let it destroy himself from inside, he should have sacrificed himself to save everybody.
He should have fucking died. He had no business living eternally while those around him suffered. While people around the world suffered, he sat on his ass, playing home with girls he wasn't even sure loved him, offering them half-assed affection, though not by choice. There were demigods out there dying daily, fighting monsters, being hunted and abused, and here he was, enjoying his posh life.
He had made a promise. An empty promise, false words, false hopes.
He was no better than Zeus.
He couldn't look his younger self in the eye. He was ashamed of what he had become, the typical god he had sought to avoid becoming. He did nothing for the welfare of the demigods, only preached false ideals without trying to realise them.
Percy took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to put a lid on the endless fountain of morbid, self-deprecating thoughts. His eyelids fluttered, tracing the scars on his arms as he made his way to his hand.
He felt his lips tremble, a weakness in his jaw that made him grit his teeth in frustration. His heart raced, his breath ragged and his chest heaving.
Tears glistened in the little stubble he grew, only highlighted by the moonlight as he shakily raised his hand.
Percy tilted his hand, watching as his veins and muscles shifted as he flexed his fingers, slowly moving his fingers to watch their every move like they were the most interesting thing he had ever watched. And in a way, they were. Despite having his body for what, twenty-seven years now, he still was alien to the functioning of his body, the way his muscles moved whenever he did anything.
His glistening sea-green eyes roamed over the little star-shaped scar left on his hand by the pit scorpion Luke had summoned, watching the slightly pale, bumpy skin in the moonlight.
He was no different, a monster in the moonlight. How many innocent monsters had he killed, monsters like Mrs. O' Leary? Monsters who were just like him, trying to survive another day away from the horrors of Tartarus.
Why was Artemis so kind? Why did she show him her light? Not only him, why did she give hope to all the creatures of the night? Weren't they the ones who were evil? Snakes, spiders, cockroaches, and all sorts of vermin came crawling out during the night, and he was no better. Not truly.
He was a monster as well.
The moonlight made him look beautiful, something he wasn't.
Percy raised his hand, blocking his view of the moon, casting a shadow over his face, feeling oddly resentful. It felt like Artemis was taking pity on him, something that made him growl and grit his teeth. It wasn't enough, though, the light escaped between his fingers to illuminate his pale face, and sooner rather than later, he removed his hand to continue staring at the moon like a lovestruck fool, like a sunflower follows the sun.
He gulped, feeling an urge to howl at the moon, to worship Artemis with all that he had, and wondering if he was part werewolf as he slid his tongue over his canines.
The glass door was rudely slammed shut, almost making him jump out of his skin in fright at the sudden action.
Percy whirled around, to see Thalia standing there, her hands on her hips in what seemed like an angry gesture, staring at him with a hodgepodge mixture of unidentifiable emotions glistening in her electric blue eyes.
Percy's breath was momentarily taken away as he beheld the glorious lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis in all of her ethereal, otherworldly beauty, bathed in moonlight, and making him gasp quietly.
Thalia seemed to almost glow in the moonlight, her already pale skin assuming a silver tinge that just added to her allure, her raven black hair darker than night, falling past her shoulders. She wore a loose white shirt that had slipped on one shoulder, revealing creamy skin that invited Percy to sink his teeth into it and taste her, like she was a delicious dessert. She wore little shorts that barely left anything to the imagination, exposing her thick thighs that Percy might lust after a tad too much.
Her soft, pink edible lips puckered in dissatisfaction as she scowled at him with furrowed eyebrows. "You'll catch a cold, Percy. What are you doing here with this open door?"
He did not move from his sitting position, still with his knees drawn to his chest as he stared at her through dull eyes.
Taking his silence and his slightly bloodshot eyes as an answer, Thalia sighed, before she joined him on the floor, sitting, leaning with her back against the glass door.
Percy's eyes followed her every movement like a predator, watching her muscles flexing and her hips swaying hypnotically as she moved gracefully, showing off her skills as the lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, the image only reinforced by the otherworldly glow that the moonlight gave her skin, making her look like the goddess she was.
He hesitated for a brief moment, before turning around, joining Thalia as he sat with his back to the glass door, watching the dark dining room and the deserted house, only a small portion illuminated by the silver moonlight. The red digits of a digital clock glowed in the other room, only slightly visible from their position.
"I know what you're thinking about," Thalia whispered, sidling closer to him as she laid her head on his shoulder.
Percy did not respond, not in the mood to contribute to the conversation, and let her lead for once.
"Percy... I know it isn't easy, it will never be, but you can't change the past." He remained silent, resting his head on his knees as he watched the moonlight make patterns on the floor. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to acknowledge the truth. There was always something he could have done differently, something that might have made things turn out for the better.
"I know you're feeling guilty, I know you're feeling bitter about us. You think that you have to stand alone against the world, and that none of us understands what you're going through..." Thalia stopped, smiling at Percy, sure that he was watching her no matter how much he tried to look disinterested. "And you're right. None of us understands what it is to be Percy Jackson, to shoulder the burden you carry. Nor can we ever hope to share that burden, but the most we can do is to offer you a shoulder to lean on when you get tired."
Percy stayed silent, mulling over her words without giving her any reaction.
Thalia just sat beside him, joining him in his quiet contemplation, a comfortable silence feeling the moonlit room as they sat beside each other. Percy felt grateful for that, she didn't pressure him into sharing his problems with her, rather she offered him a choice.
After a few minutes, Percy leaned his head on hers, pulling her into a one-armed side hug to share his warmth with her.
"What are you doing up so late?" His voice came out barely over a whisper.
"I couldn't sleep." She responded, her voice as small as his. "You're not the only one who lost loved ones in the war, you know?"
Percy went silent, aware of his own selfishness. Trying to offer Thalia the same freedom she had given him, he just squeezed her shoulders in a comforting gesture.
"What were you thinking about?" Thalia shot back a question of her own, making a fun game out of the questions.
Percy smiled at that, looking down at the floor. "I was thinking about... how... bad I am. I promised that I would improve the lives of demigods, but look at me now. I'm no better than Zeus."
Thalia smiled at him, her electric blue eyes boring into his very soul as she playfully swatted the back of his head. "Idiot. My father was a dick, and he deserved it. And you have done a lot for the demigods. They are the happiest they have been in forever. You succeeded in your mission, Percy."
She tugged him closer to her, pressing her lips in a soft, moist kiss to his forehead. "Everyone here is proud of you, Percy. I'm proud of you."
Percy smiled weakly at her, feeling his willpower slowly crumbling under her gaze and her affectionate gestures. "I... I... thank you, Thalia."
His lips twitched upwards in a genuine smile that brightened his features, before he stared back at her with an unblinking gaze, sea green meeting electric blue.
Unable to hold her gaze for long, Percy broke the impromptu staring contest, his eyes flicking towards the streak of neon blue in her hair in a search for any excuse to not meet her eyes.
They were silent for a moment, as Percy leisurely explored Thalia's features with his eyes, ignoring the slight golden hue on her pale cheeks.
"You have lost a lot in your life, haven't you, Thals?" He whispered, like it was some forbidden secret he had just spilt to her.
Thalia looked at him, her expression faltering for a moment before her affectionate smile was replaced by a depressed one.
"Yeah." She didn't elucidate further, as both of them kept quiet for a few moments, the silence in the room suddenly heavy. Percy mentally kicked himself for being so thick-headed.
"I'm sorry." He whispered to her, feeling embarrassed as Thalia side-eyed him.
"I wasn't expecting much better from your dumbass." She elbowed him in the ribs teasingly, making Percy smile at how easily she could take it.
"I wish I could be like you, Thalia. I wonder how you manage to smile every day, to go through everything as if nothing was wrong. You are the leader of the Hunters, they all look up to you, and rightly so. And me?" Percy gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I just crumble under pressure."
Thalia threw one of her legs across his, sliding smoothly into his lap, her light body feeling like a feather in his lap, fitting perfectly against his broader frame.
Percy was surprised for a brief moment, but it did not last long. He was used to such shows of affection from his girls.
His arms wrapped instinctively around her slim waist as she cupped his face, forcing him to look up at her, her blue eyes electrifying as they stared into his dark green, almost boring into his soul.
"You're the best leader I have ever seen, Jackson." She leaned down, pressing her lips softly to his in a chaste kiss. Percy was shocked at the sheer emotion she conveyed through the simple, gentle gesture, so unlike her, he felt his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he stood still, too surprised to act. She moved away before he could reciprocate.
"You're strong, you're smart when the time calls for it, and you're kindhearted." Her eyes roamed over his face, searching his expressions for anything, her hands slowly caressing his stubbly jaw, before tracing down his neck to rest on his chest. She smiled, feeling his heart beat loudly against her palm, as she looked up at him, meeting his eyes, glistening with emotion.
"You have your faults. But that's alright. I love you, Percy. And I love every single one of your faults as well, because those are what makes you, you." She leaned up, not giving him an opportunity to reply as she kissed him softly, their lips moving together for a brief moment as Percy kissed back, before she retreated again, enjoying playing this game of tag with the Dark god.
Her hips ground against his crotch, feeling his member stir through his pants as her waist moved of its own accord, her hands still on his chest, supporting her. Thalia chewed on her lower lip for a brief moment, her hesitation visible in wary blue eyes, before she moved in a single, graceful sweep, wrapping her arms around Percy's head and burying his face in her tits.
Percy gave a weak laugh, muffled by her chest as he hugged her back, snuggling her breasts lovingly, all his angst forgotten. "Who told you I love this?"
Thalia stayed silent, knowing that Annabeth's name would make him break down again. Percy did not seem to care for her lack of an answer, as he continued chuckling quietly to himself, his emotions taking a one eighty-degree turn. Slowly, his mirth died down, turning to muted sobs and subsiding to the gloomy brooding state he was in, as he extracted himself from the heavenly suffocation of her tits. His eyes still glistened slightly, his nose red and his breaths ragged with emotion.
"Annabeth told you that, didn't she?" He whispered to her, despite his muffled voice, it was crystal clear to Thalia, making her bite her lip in worry, her eyes dancing warily as they met his sea green. Before she could reply, however, she was cut off, as Percy continued, seemingly readings her thoughts as he changed the subject, his eyes dipping down towards her chest. "Your... umm... seem bigger."
Thalia felt like laughing as she watched the Dark god blush and be awkward, unable to openly tell her that her tits had grown.
"Yeah." She hugged him tightly, allowing him to feel her soft flesh mashed against his chest, to feel her stiff nipples poking him through the thin shirt that she wore. "Aphrodite owed me a favour. I wanted to do something for you."
She breathed, teething his ear slightly.
Percy was quiet for a while, and fearing that he had taken it the wrong way, Thalia hastened to explain herself nervously, a slight golden blush dusting her cheeks. "I wanted to do it. I watch how you look at Piper, or Hestia, or Aphrodite, and I wanted you to look at my chest the same way. I wanted to be the best, for you."
"You were best as you were, Thalia," Percy whispered back, hugging her tightly as he pondered over his next words. "Although, I guess, I'm not bothered by what you do to your body as long as it doesn't harm you in any way. As long as you continue being my Pinecone Face."
Thalia smiled at his sweetness, nuzzling his neck affectionately as she peppered him with soft kisses. "I guess you just got yourself a big titty goth GF, Jackson. You should thank me."
Her hands trailed down to the hem of his pants, tracing his abs and sliding over his naked skin as she kissed him again.
Percy stopped her before she could reach any lower, his large hands holding hers still.
He gazed into her eyes, his vulnerability visible in his shining, dark green eyes. "I... Can we just cuddle tonight?"
Thalia paused, her electric blue eyes searching his face before she smiled brightly, her pink lips curling upwards in a smile that lit up the room. "For you, anything."
Percy smiled back at her, pressing another soft kiss to her lips before he snapped his fingers, using his godly powers to push the dining table against the corner of the room, and conjuring a thin mattress with pillows and a blanket, so that they could sleep on the floor in front of the glass door. So that he could watch Thalia illuminated in the moonlight as he fell asleep, holding her.
He returned to gazing at her eyes, watching her smile brightly at him as she leaned back in his lap, a playful grin on her lips.
Percy watched her with an amused expression, not moving from his position, leaning against the glass.
"Well, if you can be shirtless," Thalia started, her hands finally leaving his naked chest, "I can be, too."
Before Percy could stop her, in a fluid motion, she tugged her shirt upwards, leaving her upper body bare to his wandering gaze, before tossing it away, her cheeks tinged slightly golden at her own actions.
"Fuck." Percy breathed, listening to Thalia giggle as she soaked in his awestruck expression, inflating her ego.
She looked otherworldly. Her pale skin glowed silver in the moonlight, her raven black hair with its own ethereal glow about it, making her porcelain skin look the softest and the smoothest Percy had ever seen her look. She was a beautiful flower that only grew in the most sacred of places, and Percy felt flattered that she had decided to give him her affections. He watched her electric blue eyes dancing shyly as she looked at him, an embarrassed golden tint to her cheeks at being ogled at so shamelessly.
She was the lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, one of the most powerful women in the world, and she was all his.
Percy touched her waist delicately, as if trying to ensure that she wouldn't disappear, that she was real, his hands exploring her slim waist with a desperate need to remember her every curve, to memorise the feeling of every single bit of skin that she showed, like a blind man who had just seen all the secrets the world had to offer, while his eyes did not leave her chest for a single moment, watching her firm, D-cup tits jiggle deliciously with every breath that she took, her rosy nipples dark and stiff with arousal. Her pale, milky skin that was flushed golden in her embarrassment, giving a golden tinge to her creamy shoulders.
Thalia smiled, abashed at his affections, before leaning down to peck his lips lovingly. She tugged him forward, inviting him to bed as she allowed herself to fall backwards, giving a small laugh as she bounced off the soft mattress.
Percy followed her lead, joining her on the bed. He hovered above her for a moment, torn between staring at her captivating eyes or her massive tits, before he rolled to the side, hugging her from behind, for once, his lust getting overpowered by his need to feel loved.
She shivered, feeling him nuzzle her neck, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck and making her hair stand on end, his strong arms wrapping around her stomach and clutching her to his bare chest.
Thalia blushed at that, feeling her naked skin pressed against his. Despite having spent so long a time with him, his little innocent acts of affection never failed to heat up her cheeks.
Percy breathed in her scent deeply, his face buried in her lush, raven hair as he tried to keep the tears welling up in his eyes at bay. Her soft body felt so comfortable against his, just inviting him to go off to sleep, hugging her.
Percy's eyes wandered to the moonlit world outside the dining room, watching the moon through the glass door which served as his window to the outside world, as he spooned Thalia, the blanket covering their naked upper bodies.
He felt slight tears slide down his face and dampen her hair, despite the feeling of warm comfort blooming in his heart.
"Thalia... thank you." He whispered to her, his face still in her raven hair, and making her smile.
"It's alright, Percy. I'm your submissive, it's my job to take care of you, to fight for you." She whispered back, feeling Percy's hold on her tighten as he buried his face in her hair, sniffing. His arms holding her firmly around her toned stomach, to keep her from leaving him, not that she would. She felt his broad chest and firm, cheese grater abs pressed against her smooth back, felt his heart pounding against his chest as she pressed against him intimately, their bodies as close as their hearts were.
Eventually, as she heard Percy's breaths even out and gentle snores fill the silence in the dark dining room, Thalia smiled, her own eyes heavy and drooping with sleep as she stared at the moonlit world outside, lost in thought for a moment before she decided to close her eyes and live in the beautiful moment, concentrating on the warm comfort that she felt.
And thus, the daughter of Zeus set in for a night of blissful sleep, trying to keep in the soft moans building up in the back of her throat as Percy's hands started to wander in the way that they always did, exploring her exposed body and groping her tits in his sleep, their actions frenzied by the feeling of her soft skin.
Percy woke up to someone lovingly stroking his hair a few hours later.
Trying to resist the urge to groan, he cracked an eye open, before squeezing it shut immediately at the harsh glare of the sunlight that flooded the room and burned his eyes.
Slowly, when his eyes finally got adjusted to the light, he stared up at the person, a groggy frown on his face at being woken up.
Artemis smiled down at him, her hands entangled in his silky raven hair, playing with his hair. Her silver eyes shined brightly with emotion as she stared down at the sleepy Dark god, her dark auburn hair forming a fiery golden halo in the light, that made her look every bit the beautiful, fearsome goddess that she was.
It must have been around dawn, as the dining room was filled with a gentle golden light, a far cry from the silver moonlight that had illuminated it earlier. The sunlight gave a golden tinge to everything, making the entire world seem ethereal, like it was a cartoonish depiction of Olympus come alive. It only intensified Artemis' fiery hair, making her porcelain skin glow, making it seem as if her very ichor had a glow about it.
Percy stared at her hypnotic silver eyes for a moment, trying to get his bearings, before he looked down at the weight on his chest, to see Thalia sleeping comfortably on his chest, lost in her own dream world. She didn't give any indication that her sleep had been disturbed in any way, a small, content smile playing on her soft, pink lips in her sleep, that made him smile.
He clutched her tighter, protectively, to his chest, and in response, she only snuggled deeper into him, burrowing into his chest as she drew the covers over her head, resting her cheek against his sternum and hugging him like he was the best oversized pillow in the world.
Thalia looked so innocent in her sleep, her tough goth look replaced by the image of vulnerability that she usually hid, that Percy felt flattered he had been given the opportunity to see.
Percy tried to ignore the feeling of her tits pressing against his muscular abdomen, trying not to let his thoughts wander as he concentrated on Artemis.
"Sleep well yesterday?" She whispered to him, a small smile on her lips as she looked down at him affectionately, never pausing her gentle ministrations on his hair.
Percy nuzzled into her thigh in response, enjoying the feeling of her soft hands running through his hair, and her soft thighs acting as a pillow for his head.
Artemis laughed quietly at the sleepy god, content to keep playing with his hair and enjoying the quiet moment between the three of them.
She hummed a soft tune, singing him a lullaby to lull him back to sleep, clearly knowing how the Dark god hated being up so early.
She watched Percy's eyes droop in sleep sooner rather than later, as he returned to the realm of Morpheus, the soft snoring of the two asleep immortals the only sound that penetrated the silence of the house.
Artemis felt her heart rate pick up as she looked down at the Dark god asleep in her lap, feeling her cheeks heat up as she looked at him affectionately, her hands going on autopilot as they enjoyed the silky softness of his hair.
Her silver eyes roamed over his sharp features, his well-defined jaw and his delicious-looking neck, travelling down to his chiselled chest. The blanket was drawn up to his chest, so that only a bit of Thalia's dark hair was visible.
She could not stop smiling as she stared at the two, love and affection welling up in her heart, making ichor rush to her cheeks.
She watched the two for some more, concentrating more on Percy's face, his tanned skin that looked like gold in the sunlight, the way Thalia rose and fell with every breath, moving with his chest. The way her own chest moved as she breathed, visible only as an outline through the blanket she had covered herself with.
A small smile tugged at Artemis' lips. She had had an inkling that Thalia was as much of a cuddle monster as Percy was, despite the tough, standoffish exterior that she projected.
Her eyes wandered off to the world outside, making her sigh in contentment as she watched Asteria slowly pull her chariot through the clouds that collected near the eastern horizon, bathing the sky and the sea in bright colours of orange, crimson and gold, that so harshly contrasted the shades of her night, blue, purple and silver. She watched the few morning birds in the sky as they took wing in search of prey, the leaves of the tree rustling in the slight morning breeze.
She relished in the feeling of Percy's soft hair entangled with her fingers, their gentle snoring on her ears, the soft caress of the warm sunlight on her skin.
She glanced up at the sun, smiling at her sister, sure that she was watching her.
"Artemis." Percy groaned, bringing her attention back to him. Whether he had said her name in a state of deep sleep or hazy wakefulness, she didn't know. That didn't stop her from blushing, however, as she stared down at her lover, asleep in her lap.
"Come here." He slurred slightly in his sleep, throwing his arm to the side to invite her to join their cuddling.
After only a brief moment of hesitation, the moon goddess crawled over to his side, slowly lowering herself into his hold, careful not to disturb their sleep too much. Immediately Percy's arm tightened upon her body, holding her close to him and lulling her to sleep, their soft breaths an irresistible lullaby. The warmth she felt, sleeping on the floor with Percy and Thalia, bathed in the golden light of dawn, felt much more homely than anything she had ever felt prior to meeting the son of Poseidon, and for that, Artemis felt grateful to him. Not only to him, but to Thalia, as well.
For giving her a home that she could lovingly call hers.
AN: I was listening to Slipknot while writing this, just another example of how one can listen to heavy metal while doing something right at the opposite end of the spectrum. Also, I got an idea for a story, and I was wondering if someone could write it for me, because I'm not doing this.
Percy Jackson, but with the Negative Negotiator.
Keep calm and headbang!