¹ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! - [Percy Jackson.]

ACT III - 3.5

❝ THE MOON LIVES IN THE

LINING OF YOUR SKIN. ❞

Lucena could tell you with one hundred percent certainty that waiting to see if your boyfriend survived taking a dip in the River Styx is nothing short of terrifying. She paced back and forth on the sand, the nail of her thumb harshly scratching the palm of her other hand and she chewed on the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood.

"Sit down, please," Nico pleaded from where he was sitting close to the water's edge.

She shook her head. "I can't."

"Please?"

She sighed and knelt down, resting her weight on her toes with her arms wrapped protectively around her knees. She looked down at the red and irritated skin on her palm and rubbed it against her camouflage pants. Percy had never liked when she hurt herself like that - even if she didn't always realize she was even doing it - so it was something she was trying to stop doing. Easier said than done, but she had gotten better.

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Nico asked quietly.

"Yeah," She sniffed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, of course."

He couldn't not be okay. It would break her, she was sure of it. Thinking he was dead for two weeks was bad enough, she couldn't imagine losing him forever.