Dedicated to ℍ𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒, 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, whose deeds no hero, nor poet has ever sung aptly.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1riD1ykqoVPq6W2BSvegiywcjBAeNYnyrTNOX6476OTw/edit?usp=sharing
You've probably all heard of my brother, Perseus Jackson. Sure, Percy saved the world a million times, he stopped the Olympians from succumbing to Kronos and Gaia, and his girlfriend Annabeth is now a...
He was crying now, hoping that he was well hidden in the ditch, hoping that the monster didn't find him. But his scent of fear leads Wakko right to him.
“And what were you doing ogling the dude who looked the most fucking dangerous!?”
My eyes snap up towards him, and I blush. I quickly look away. “....”
I turned around and walked away from the burial, I didn’t want to look at it anymore.
“All I want is something to call mine. So you’re mine!”
Dedicated to ℍ𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒, 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, whose deeds no hero, nor poet has ever sung aptly.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1riD1ykqoVPq6W2BSvegiywcjBAeNYnyrTNOX6476OTw/edit?usp=sharing
You've probably all heard of my brother, Perseus Jackson. Sure, Percy saved the world a million times, he stopped the Olympians from succumbing to Kronos and Gaia, and his girlfriend Annabeth is now a...
He was crying now, hoping that he was well hidden in the ditch, hoping that the monster didn't find him. But his scent of fear leads Wakko right to him.
“And what were you doing ogling the dude who looked the most fucking dangerous!?”
My eyes snap up towards him, and I blush. I quickly look away. “....”
I turned around and walked away from the burial, I didn’t want to look at it anymore.
“All I want is something to call mine. So you’re mine!”