༄ ✩ 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗹𝘆𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 ▬▬▬▬
❝ 𝘋𝘈𝘠𝘞𝘈𝘓𝘒𝘌𝘙 ❞
in which percy jackson's older
sister is out of rehab and ready
to take the monster world by
storm, if her stupid little brother
would stop doing stup...
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 💭 ⋆｡ ▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄, 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘. Psyche only hoped she would get there in time to see Percy before he left for the quest Destry had told her about. Zeus had lost his magic lightning bolt, and instead of getting off his godly ass and looking for it himself, he was accusing Percy of stealing it, so now her twelve year old brother had to find it himself and return it before Zeus throws a hissy fit and potentially destroys the planet.
According to Destry, they had to take the long way to camp, coming out from a different exit of the Underworld than the way they entered because Apollo's wolves would be waiting, and Psyche wasn't ready to fight yet. Psyche had probably asked a dozen times if she was sure they would make it in time, and she was surprised Destry hadn't shot her with an arrow yet.
They were camping out in the back of an abandoned trailer park now. Travelling through the streets on the back of a very large centauride, Psyche couldn't help but wonder what the 'mortals' were seeing. Destry had explained this thing called the Mist, also known as the Duat or Glamour; a supernatural force controlled by the goddess Hecate that twists a mortal's sight from seeing monsters, gods, Titans, and other supernatural occurrences by replacing them with things the mortal mind knows about and can comprehend. She wondered if they saw her riding through the streets on a normal horse, or if they saw Destry as well and figured it some kind of cosplay or something.
Destry was sitting with her back to one of the trailers, a fire between them fueled by old cardboard boxes they'd found and some dead branches. Psyche settles on the other side, lying down over a sleeping bag with her maroon hoodie bundled up under her head. Every now and then, she'd move the hoodie in a certain way, and get a whiff of Percy's scent, even though it had faded days ago, it never really left, and she didn't want it to.
