#inf.open

                   𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 of being a child assassin , she still had all of the traits and habits , albeit unknown to her that what she was doing was due to her traumatic past . emerald hues surveyed the area out of habit and nothing else .  “  i wouldn’t step so close , you might ... fall in ,  “  there’s a smirk on her lips , the reflection of the fire in her eyes . she’s joking , of course . but you’d never be able to tell due to the tone of her words . 

                              ❛   it’s   my   grandmother’s   recipe   ,   ❜     soft   fingers   tuck   strands   of   loose   locks   behind   her   ears   ,   demeanor   not   foreign   to   enthusiasm   that   takes   root   when   asking   anyone   for   a   taste   check   of   whatever   dish   she   feels   like   conjuring   up   that   particular   day   .     ❛   i’m   afraid   she   would   be   rolling   in   her   grave   if   i   spilled   her   SECRET   ingredient   ,   but   surely   there’s   no   harm   in   guessing   !   ❜     hushed   whisper   fades   into   a   giggle   as   she   watches   them   ,   bambi   eyes   awaiting   .     ❛   tell   me   truthfully   ,   darling   .     do   you   like   it   ?   ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 to fall asleep in public  -  morgana had been avoiding sleep as often as she could,  as though she could outrun her nightmares  ( not to mention the unexplainable events that followed )  if she drank enough caffeine or made herself busy.  it seemed that plan had finally backfired on her as she woke with a yelp,  this time after falling asleep while working on case files at a table outside of molly’s.  just like last time and the time before that,  the nightmare felt as real as a memory.  and just like last time and the time before that,  something was on fire.  morgana quickly tosses her glass of water over the potted plant to extinguish the flame and stands up from the table,  dropping enough cash to cover the coffees and a hearty tip.  she’s preparing to hurry away from the scene of the crime before realizing she’s not alone;  morgana turns to face the other person with an uncertain expression.   “  i. . . i don’t know how that happened.  ”

“do i have a pen?” percy repeated their question by furrowing his eyebrows together as he began to pat his pockets. it would be highly unlikely for the boy who forgot to bring a pencil to class to find a pen in his pocket, but he could never be sure what he was going to find in his pockets. “sorry, i don’t think i have-” he started to speak, before abruptly cutting himself off as his hand brushed against the pen in his back pocket. hm, that was odd. “i guess i do have one,” he replied with a shrug. turning the pen over in his hands, percy couldn’t help but feel some sort of connection to it, which was incredibly odd considering it appeared to be a standard blue ink pen. still, he was hesitant to let it out of his hand, and then, for reasons unknown to even him, he flicked the cap off. almost immediately a loud gasp escaped from his lips as the pen transformed before his eyes, leaving him holding a three foot long brozne sword, the name anaklusmos inscribed on the hilt. “please tell me you can see the sword,” percy stammered, his eyes remaining fixed on the sword.

 She wore it now, her head held high. A sense of power, a sense of belonging pulsed through her as she “I think I’m really doing this crown justice.” Wearing it simply felt right. “I might never take it off.”

Blowing out a shaky breath, the god does not notice the other presence behind him until it's too late. There's a dagger in his hand before he can think, pointed towards the figure he can just barely see. The lethal edge glitters dangerously in the starlight -- where had this dagger come from?? He quickly let's it fall to his side, the shock he feels tensing up his shoulders and pulling a frown to his face. "My apologies. Truly, I did not expect someone else to be out so late."