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I was just trying to have a nice night without being woken up to go on a quest, being kidnapped, or my girlfriend being gone when I wake up. All three of those seem to be laughing in my face as I wake up submerged in water.
Damn Fates.
(Three pairs of hands grip greedily onto a string filled with exhaustion and pain)
Honestly I was just glad to wake up in water. Nothing would be able to harm me in my own dad’s domain. Except maybe my dad.
The water was cold around me. Cooling my warm, sleepy body into alertness. It crawled its way up my legs circling my thighs like circus animals before resting in my gut. Happy to make me a cold blooded animal.
I wouldn’t drown in the water but I would have to surface soon to see my surroundings. My finger inched upward and the water clung like honey. Trying to pull me back to what it considered safety.
Encasing me like sap would a bug. It wasn’t rough though. Simply a very strong suggestion to go back to sleep. Stay safe.
I didn’t listen and pressed my finger to what would be the surface if my body wasn’t so shaky and hesitant at the idea of surfacing.
This was stupid. It’s not like there anything there(That I know of) that will hurt me.
I stuck my finger out into open air.
It stung worse than ever. Like a flame was sitting just out of sight but just in reach. Waiting for an idiot to come out and become nothing but a crisp.
I hissed and yanked my finger back.
The water soothed my burn and curled around it like whatever had caused me pain had personally offended it.
Diverting my attention from the pain of the apparently burning atmosphere I looked around myself. Obviously there was cool calm waters all around me. My senses picked up that I was in a fountain of some sort.
Mainly because water tracked to the middle and up some sort of shoot and sprayed out in misty rainbows. Like Iris herself made this for messages.
The Fountain was crafted in a way that would make Annabeth drool. On the bottom of the fountain just below me laid jagged glass stones shining different colors to make the sun bounce nicely off of it. It created a nice mosaic illusion even I could appreciate.
The inside walls of the fountain had a repeating pattern of a flower opening and a fish jumping. Beautifully carved into a pearly white stone and carefully made. Not a single mistake could be seen.
The middle was where the flower was more noticeable as whatever was in the middle stood on top of a giant flower. It was pearly white like everything but the bottom of the fountain.
I lean closer to the mosaic floor. Pressing gently to a shiny orange rock. Easily cutting my finger open. Which alone was a shock as my skin should be tougher. The cut shot a bullet of pain through my body.
Starting from the nerves of that finger to my whole body. Itching and swelling felt my body and strained my muscles but nothing would sooth the ache.
I twisted and contorted trying to fix what i’ve done while also not breaking the surface.
It was no luck.
I felt like I was drowning but also burning. Like a fire in a little bubble constantly being poured over but never going out. Twisting and clawing my way over the side of a pearl gate.
I thrashed and growled
Snarling at whoever was close as the screams of two reached my ears. Ears that would not listen long enough for me to understand.
Just push away what wanted entry and to thrash in the arms of comfort. To bite and snarl to growl and scream.
I felt my arms tear like tissue paper as my nails scraped against unnatural flesh. The confinements of bodily fluids and anatomy. Of what can and what can’t.
I felt the presence of my other half but even that wouldn’t ease my struggles. I kicked and screamed as arms found me.
Rumbles soothed me as my arms curled against my chest painting myself red mixed with gold glittering me as if it were only the stars dusting the sky with their very presence.
(The shore, once crashing against rocks, calmed and cradled a broken pearl.)
Pearly tears stopped coming but still inviting themselves to stay on my checks until a gently hand wiped them away.
The last thing I could think of before sleep over took me was the want of warmth and my want for Annabeth.
Both would be solved.