Bloodthirsty Titans were one thing, but what about bloodthirsty giants?
Thea had gotten away with her life the first time, but with the giants? She wasn't quite sure if she'd make it out alive this time.
Piper McLean x female OC)
Rated mature becau...
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(I have no fact, but the boy in the gods is kinda funny)
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"And that's the weather," Aeolus concluded after going through a million and three different weather changes. "See you in twelve minutes, because I'm sure it'll change!"
The lights shut off, the video monitors went back to random coverage, and just for a moment Aeolus's face sagged with weariness. Then he seemed to remember he had guests, and he put a smile back on.
"So, you brought me some rogue storm spirits," Aeolus said. "I suppose ... thanks! And did you want something else? I assume so. Demigods always do."
Mellie said, "Um, sir, this is Zeus's son."
"Yes, yes. I know that. I said I remembered him from before."
Thea got the awful feeling this was where all would go wrong. If they had only kept from coming at all. Others could help too, right? They weren't special. Sure, Jason was a son of Zeus, but he didn't come with a message or any respect from the God himself.
"But, sir, they're here from Olympus," Mellie said, and that's what broke all hope.
Aeolus looked stunned. He had hope of more respect. Of a better working arrangement. They didn't have that. Then he laughed so abruptly Thea almost shadowed herself out of the state and country.
"You mean you're here on behalf of your father this time? Finally! I knew they would send someone to renegotiate my contract!"
"Um, what?" Jason asked. Thea stomped on his foot, hoping he would understand what he'd done wrong. The boy did nothing except turn around like some golden retriever. He apparently had no idea.
"Oh, thank goodness!" Aeolus sighed with relief. It's been what, three thousand years since Zeus made me master of the winds. Not that I'm ungrateful, of course! But, really, my contract is so vague. Obviously I'm immortal, but "master of the winds". What does that mean? Am I a nature spirit? A demigod? A god? I want to be god of the winds, because the benefits are so much better. Can we start with that?"
"What the fuck is he on about?" Ally whispered.
"È fottuto in testa e Jason non è bravo a parlare," Thea summarised. She knew none of them understood, but getting it out helped. If only she had the time to cuss them all out her need for therapy would minimise greatly.
"Dude," Leo said, facing Aeolus, "you think we're here to promote you?"
"You are, then?" Aeolus grinned. His business suit turned completely blue - not a cloud in the fabric. "Marvellous! I mean, I think I've Shown quite a bit of initiative with the weather channel, eh? And of course I'm in the press all the time. So many books have been written about me: Into Thin Air, Up in the Air, Gone with the Wind -"
