There are such insanely talented fic writers for these two that I'm kind of scared to post this but I love them too much so here we are. Kara stares at the blank wall, swallowing the lump in her throat and trying not to throw up.
Kara can hear her picking up bottles and shuffling clothes around even from the living room. I think you can make an exception. She wants to cry. She feels a little lightheaded. She saved up for months to get Lena that stupid, fancy French perfume, now this random guy gets to appreciate it? Gets to go on a date with the person Kara has loved since they first met when they were 18?
Will maybe even get to kiss her at the end of the night with a promise to do it again sometime? Alex set us up. And is that hesitancy Kara hears in her voice? She pastes on a smile as Lena slips on a pair of devastatingly sexy heels. Lena freezes for a second before standing back up, smoothing her hands down the front of her dress. I am kinda tired of not having someone though, especially now that Alex and Kelly are together all the time being all coupley.
Kara is annoyed by how unreasonably hurt she feels. But Lena has never seemed lonely or like she was pining for a relationship. They spent basically all their free time together, eating crappy food or making fun of reality TV shows or getting tipsy and laughing for hours over nothing. This whole time, Lena has wanted something else? Storm-bound woodsmen—Uncas, his father, and their friend, Hawkeye, the scout.
Our Indian guide has lost his way! Come—these woods are no longer safe! In a cave near Glenn's Falls—a hiding place known only to Hawkeye and the Mohicans. Simple words of a savage—yet revealing depths of thought and imagination. Don't waste it! A deed of mercy. Within the cave, as minutes pass—the growing conviction that the stratagem has succeeded. Keen eyes have watched the failure of the ruse.
An abandoned blockhouse. Rather let us die together! Arriving, after all, at the same time as the troops. Smarting under the rebuff, Randolph determines to have it out with Cora. Meekness, masking his injured vanity. Then a sudden burst of pride and anger—. Munro's headquarters—discussing the critical condition of the Fort. The fear that grows in the heart of a coward. Within the enemy's lines—the traitor. Montcalm, Commander in Chief of the armies of France. Under a flag of truce, Montcalm summons Munro to a conference.
You would never be able to resist my attack. The very words which he himself had spoken concerning the condition of the Fort. The honor of Montcalm. The war dance of the flaming arrows—overture to the chant of Death. Morning—under a leaden sky. Go with the rest in safety. They had always been and would always be.
Except if Tartarus was too much even for a Greek, did he want them to survive it? Or was it kinder to wish they died quickly down there without suffering too much. He wished he could go back to not knowing for certain that the Greeks existed. It was better than knowing some small part of him felt sympathy for them.
The whirlpool began to dissipate. Annabeth hooked one arm around his waist and struggled across the current…His teeth chattered from the cold. He stopped swimming and began to sink. Poseidon conjured a blanket and wrapped it tightly around his son. Across the room Hera was trying to hide her shivers from the rest of the room. Except Hestia was sitting too close to her not to notice. She also conjured a blanket for her sister, despite knowing it would make no difference.
Hestia glanced over at her brother, hoping he would remove his curse, but he was too busy fussing over Percy. Which she could understand. He tightened his arms around Percy. She appreciated his attempt at levity. They were all going to need that for as long as possible. She hugged Percy tighter and kissed him. If it brought Percy out of wherever the river Cocytus had taken him, he would simply be happy Percy was alive. He dreaded to think about the long-lasting effects this river would have on him.
Even once they got out of Tartarus. And Apollo had every faith the two of them would manage it somehow. He had to or it would drive him insane. He could only hope that he could at least help to get Percy in a better mental place so if, Chaos forbid, this happened in the future, he would be better able to shake off the effects.
I have been to enough mortal schools to know I would hate every second of it. College was never really going to be an option for me until this reading. She laughed, and the sound sent a shock wave through the water…had ever laughed in Tartarus before—just a pure, simple laugh of pleasure.
She doubted it…She and Percy hauled themselves ashore, shivering and gasping, and collapsed on the dark sand. Annabeth wanted to curl up next to Percy and go to sleep…she saw they were already covered with an angry rash. She tried to sit up and gasped in pain. It should, well, not exactly heal them, but keep them alive at least. So the air was acid. The water was misery.
The ground was broken glass. Everything here was designed to hurt and kill. Annabeth took a rattling breath and wondered if the voices in the Cocytus were right. Maybe fighting for survival was pointless. They would be dead within the hour.
Annabeth managed a weak smile. Thalia and Connor gripped Annabeth tighter, while Athena moved over so she was behind her daughter, next to Grover. She had Percy. Luke had given her that dagger. Although apparently it was also the weapon that would kill him. She was not having her daughter weaponless in that accursed place.
Annabeth shot her mother a weak, grateful smile. Off to a promising start…Most worrisome of all, he was shivering and his lips were blue.
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