Chapter 10: Agreement
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Artemis' POV (sorry for this, but I promise Percy's POV will be coming soon)
"I disagree"
My eyes widened it shock. I knew that voice....
At the end of the hall way, where the golden doors stood with all their might for centuries now was added with a figure. Some gods gasped as Perseus face appeared, leaning against a door for support.
He looked weak. His face was a plain field of death and snow. Droplets of sweats rolled down the side of his cheeks or forming on his forehead like morning dew on a pale leaf. Did he walk all the way from the infirmary here in that condition? Why the Hades did he do that? I wanted to yell at him for not resting and being impulsive. But then the sudden thoughts about my future returned and my face darkened in dread again.
He pressed his whole body against the golden door and made the first step, his knees buckled as he managed another. Yet his face, despite all that sickness and pale still showed a sign of fury. I could feel the power in him racing to explode each step he made. But he was too weak. Too weak to release them, too weak to express his anger. The moment he moved past the door where there was nothing else for him to hold on, his knees gave out and he crumbled towards the floor.
I heard a sneer from Ares and at that moment, all I wanted was to skin him alive.
"I...disagree..."
Perseus groaned again as he attempted to get on his feet. My anger was swept away by looking at him. Hermes attempted to get up and help, but I beat him to it and was already at Perseus' side before he could blink.
I pressed my hand against Perseus' chest, another around his broad shoulder and rested on his back. It was dampened by sweat but I didn't care, he needed me. I was so worried about him and how to get him to his own throne that I forgot the distance between us. Until when I realised that cold breeze against my neck which raised the hair on my skin then I actually turned to him.
A moment of stillness washed over us. I only stared at him with my widened eyes and danced in his dull green eyes of exhaustion and somehow they still mesmerised me. His breathing wrapped around mine, and that salty scent washed over me like a breeze from the ocean afar. He managed a weak smile at me, his lips parted in such a way that my heart raced faster with every beat. I felt the temperature at my neck raised and I could feel the colour of my cheeks changed. So I decided to turned my head away quickly, cutting that connection between us.
I didn't know why I did that. I knew I was enjoying it, but perhaps I was too embarrassed to face it? Or the fact that I was afraid of people judging me? I didn't have an answer and it frustrated me.
But I decided to let that go for now and helped Perseus up to his feet. He was heavy, and since he was so weak that he put all that weight on me didn't help the situation. With one of his arm rested around my shoulder, we struggled somehow to get to his own throne. I was surprised no one noticed the struggle I was in and helped.
Chaos why are they so ignorant?
Percy's POV (finally
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