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                       ❛ what. ❜

       it didn’t even sound like a question as it left his lips, entirely
       confused as to why anyone would ever write such a thing, when
       percy wasn’t single nor half-necrophiliac ( or full, for that matter ).
       & why it had to be in such explicit detail, he had no idea. he was
       just glad it was over, because he’d nearly puked in his mouth.

                                                               ❛ … what – ? ❜

send me “ff+” and a character name and my character will react to finding and reading a graphic and sex-filled fanfiction of that character and themselves a brick.

       the thought of it physically pained the son of poseidon. although
       bricks may have had holes in them, there was no reason for the
       roman to stick his … baby maker into it, especially when it had
       such a ROUGH texture. no way could that possibly feel good.

                                                      ❛ i’m so showing piper this. ❜

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       there were many words that percy could have used to
       describe what he was reading, even with his limited
       vocabulary, but there was one word that seemed to sum
       it all up pretty well – D I S G U S T I N G.

     ❛ i’d almost rather be back in tartarus than be with – that. ❜

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       it was common knowledge that percy was easily confused,
       but he was sure even annabeth would be bemused by this.
       the worst part of it was that it was incredibly detailed. & yet,
       he didn’t understand what was happening at all. what kind 
       of things did nico di angelo do in the bath? why did he even
       OWN a rubber duck at his age? & what made him think that
       the poor duck’s head belonged up in –

                                                               ❛ what. ❜

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      he wondered how much it would hurt – if would leave them
      paralyzed, or if it would KILL them. he also wondered that, if
      it didn’t kill them, that he’d end up wishing it would. whatever
      happened, however much it hurt, he didn’t regret this. he was
      positive that the impact of their fall would hurt much less than
      it would have to watch annabeth fall into the pits of hell alone.
      they may have been falling to their deaths, or at least a terror
      unknown to all but nico di angelo, but what mattered was that
      they were together.

      & even now, as they descended toward tartarus itself, he still
      had hope, even if it was no more than a sliver. there was no
      way that their ending could turn out so horrifically. that, after
      all that they’d accomplished, all that they’d been through, they
      would die in the one place even the gods feared entering. &
      they still had a quest to fulfill – a world to save. they would
      HAVE to make it out alive; & percy would do everything in his
      power to make sure that annabeth would make it, even if he
      didn’t.

      percy, as he & his girlfriend FELL faster & faster toward the
      pits of tartarus, considered adjusting their position – considered
      moving himself so that his back would be facing the ground, so
      that when they FINALLY hit the surface, it would be he who took
      the most impact. but he didn’t, for two reasons. one : he feared
      that such a movement would somehow break apart their embrace,
      & he didn’t want to let her out of his arms, because he had to know
      she was there, with him; it kept him sane. & two : percy knew that
      annabeth, though she might appreciate the gesture, wouldn’t want
      to be treated like a damsel in distress, like the weaker of the two.
      of course, he knew she wasn’t weak – she was the very opposite,
      in fact. the son of poseidon simply didn’t want her to get hurt. it
      was among the things he feared most in the world – she needed
      to be okay after their fall, or he couldn’t go on.

      sea green eyes squeezing shut, he could remember the vision he
      had of her the day he took a dip in the river styx, when he had to
      visualize what kept him anchored to the mortal world – when he
      envisioned her. & the words she’d said to him, even if it had been
      no more than a part of his imagination, echoed through his mind,
      seeming more important now than ever

                                  ’ hold on, seaweed brain.
                       you’re not getting away from me that easily. ’

      his arms, dirtied with grime & BLOOD, wrapped more tightly around
      the blonde, holding on so desperately that one would think he was
      afraid she’d slip away if he loosened his grip. & maybe he was. his
      lips pressed against her forehead, voice mostly drowned out by the
      wind that whistled by as they descended.

                                                              ❛ hold on, wise girl. ❜

           ( you’re not getting away from me that easily. )