gold turned to rust [nike]

[Percy Jackson]

…it took the best of you[/font]

This was the time that Percy would normally spend tending to his wounds or bruises from Capture the Flag the previous night. However, being invincible meant not muss no fuss. Instead he sat on the beach lost in thought. His shoes and socks were discarded to the side. Percy sat close enough for the tide to lap up and reach his feet. Being near the sea always helped to improve his mood. He smiled sadly out at the horizon. Percy thought of hi dad and his brother Tyson. He missed Tyson and hoped he was doing well but most of all Percy missed his dad. Poseidon had been extremely quiet and it unnerved Percy more than he let on.

The amount of people on Percy’s side in camp was few and he could count them probably on one hand. He dug his hand in the sand mindlessly watching the water for any changes. Nothing major. The waves did what they were good at, rising and falling. He tried not to think about Annabeth but it was all that occupied Percy’s head. It wasn’t your average breakup. Percy didn’t fall out of love with Annabeth; he was still very much in love with the daughter of Athena. It was complicated much like the rest of his life.

Another troubling matter that took over Percy’s thoughts was Phobos and his equally idiot twin brother Deimos two immature Gods with an extreme, well God complex. More like Titan complex. They thought they deserved to be where Zeus was. And while Percy was not the biggest fan of Zeus and wouldn’t be seen waving a flag complete with lightning bolt emblem on it, he wasn’t all for being ruled by dumb and dumber.

Percy had underestimated what the brothers dumb were capable of and he wouldn’t take their demi-god recruitment lightly. They were searching for a champion of sorts and failed to get Luke on their sides like a fool me once situation. Luke would have been a fool to be fooled by the dark side twice. It wasn’t like their offer involved a nice muffin basket. No, they were offering blood and a big helping of guilt and dead bodies.

Percy’s thoughts shifted to Luke now. He was glad to have him back. Though he wasn’t fond at first wondering how Annabeth would be with it all. And with Phobos playing mind games just sparked unnecessary drama and paranoia Percy was sure he had had a handle on. Oops. Though, with the dreams about Percy killing Annabeth the excuse of jealous against Luke was the perfect scapegoat. He never wanted Luke to hate him too for this but relationship sacrifices were to be made in order to protect the girl he loved.

And now Percy’s mind had circled right back around to Annabeth. He let out a heavy sigh and tossed a handful of sand. The wind blew it back into his face. Percy sputtered and chocked as the tiny grains of sand burned his eyes and escaped into this throat. He rubbed his eyes and muttered a few curses in Greek that would make any Goddess blush. After a minute or rubbing his eyes raw he blinked several times until his eyes were clean of sand.

Percy spit three more times expelling the sand from his mouth. That probably wasn’t the smartest thing he had ever done. Putting the action in the past fairly quickly Percy went back to the endless cycle of worry Annabeth, Phobos, War, Annabeth, Phobos, War, Annabeth. It was quickly giving him a headache.

“This is the part where you come in and impart your words of Godly and fatherly wisdom.” Percy called out to the sea. He listened for a reply but the sea didn’t respond with anything other than the crashing of waves and the cries of seagulls. Percy’s expectations for a reply weren’t high but he had hoped that just once when he called his father would reply.

say my goodbye to the girl…[/font]

WORD COUNT//663
NOTES//I love this post so much.
SONG //H E R E

[*nike*]

Nike's presence in the little demigod camp had been severely lacking recently, and she couldn't say she was happy about it. Because not being there meant she was more than likely up on Olympus dealing with some evil-created fiasco. Which was about as fun and as difficult as trying to stab yourself with the eraser end of a Hello Kitty pencil. Not that she'd tried, mind you, but she didn't have to to know it wouldn't be fun or easy.

Sure none of the other minor gods really had to deal with as much of this little mess as she did. She was Zeus' right hand man-or goddess-when it came to affairs regarding war..or anything really. Once she'd even had to give him advice on his wife. Safe to say that hadn't gone over smoothly, considering Hera was as unpredictable-if not more so-than Zeus himself. She was about as stable as a ticking timebomb, and Nike thought she was more than a little ku-ku (though that could've had something to do with the fact that she had never really taken a liking to Hera as a person-pardon, goddess).

Chomping on another fry as she pondered Hera's sanity-and why Zeus would ever marry her (well, they did seem to have the same temper, that was one thing)-Nike absentmindedly made her way down to Fireworks Beach. Population: Two. Her converse were sinking into the sand with ease, getting little grains of sand inside them which irritated her more than anything else going on in the mythical Greek world. It was too insignificant to bother with fixing, but significant enough to bother her.

There was a small-the smallest-part of her that hoped the little twerpy twins would finally come to the realization that they were hopelessly dimwitted, and give up. But their egos-unlike their heights-were far too big for that. Not to mention if they backed down now, they would forever be known as the biggest pansies that Olympus had ever seen.  Not a bad title for them, however. It was probably an upgrade from whatever people were calling them now. Like the munchkins, the pandas, the midgets...One example of a name probably would've been sufficient enough, but there were simply so many that she just couldn't possibly choose her favorite.

Twirling her half-eaten fry between her thumb and her pointer finger, Nike's attention was briefly drawn to a lone figure sitting on the edge of the beach. Probably only because of the loud fuss the boy was making. Honestly, was he even allowed to say some of those words in this strictly PG-13 Camp? She knew she was, but goddesses had special privileges everywhere they went, except for IHOP.

From the looks of it, the wind was working against him, just like everything else. Or so she'd heard. So now she knew what the wonderful Percy Jackson looked like. Huh, she'd been expecting someone a little more...impressive. Not that she really had room to judge, the mortal form she'd picked for herself didn't exactly scream 'goddess of victory'.

"I don't know about fatherly wisdom, but godly I can manage." She raised her eyebrows, collapsing into a criss-cross applesauce position next to the demigod. "I could try and imitate him, but last time I did that, he made fun of me because I couldn't get the pitch right." Nike offered with a small grin. She'd thought her first meeting with the young hero would go a little differently seeing as she'd already spent an hour comforting the victim of the gossip-worthy breakup. But the son of Poseidon looked equally as heartbroken and pathetic as the daughter of Athena, making it a tad more difficult to lecture him.

tag ;; Percy
word count ;; 654
listening to ;; an episode of friends
notes ;; super late, but my Nike muse finally found me! hope it's okay! (and look, she's actually being nice!)

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