Percy Jackson Fanfiction The Gods See Percy's Scars の小説・ストーリー

Jackson says as he removes the silver cuffs from my wrists. “Fuck,” he replies looking at the burns in my wrist. The burns that will never heal. Silver scars us easily. And now I have more scars to add to my list. “Where are we going?” I ask Jackson. “We are going to watch Adam pay for his sins,” Jackson replies lifting me in his arms and carrying me out into the daylight.

His eyes moved over my face, my throat, the uneven rise of my chest, and his gaze felt like a caress, stirring a hunger I couldn't ignore. “Do you want this?” he asked, the answer already burning in his eyes. I nodded. A smile touched his mouth. “Tell me when it gets overwhelming, and I’ll stop.” “Okay.” He eased me onto the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing broad shoulders, a lean waist, dark ink curling over one arm, and scars scattered across his skin. He looked as though the moon goddess herself had shaped him and then decided to let him walk among ordinary people. A naked god stood between me and the rest of the world.

I exhaled sharply, forcing my gaze down to the scar. Thick. Jagged. A faint reminder etched into my skin. My fingers hovered over it, barely grazing the raised flesh. The touch sent a ripple of memories crashing through me. I sucked in a breath, clenched my jaw, and forced them back into the shadows where they belonged. Icarus had seen it. The moment his gaze locked onto it, everything changed. His hands had tightened around me, his teasing edge vanishing in an instant. His body went rigid, his expression dark and unreadable.

Fiery Gigantor brings me in close to his face, and inhales deeply. “Gotcha.” He growls. My heart is beating so fast and hard that it feels like a freight train is speeding down a track above the cavern. Just when I think I can’t hold out without air any longer, Gigantor drops me, and stumbles back a few steps. I can see his body dissolving to ash, I can smell it. It’s thick, and bitter, like burnt rubber tires. When he’s gone, I throw on my clothes and the robe, and slip back through the door to the bathroom. There is no lock or bolt, no way to stop him if he returns. A subtle light streams in from above, the theme to this place being endless ceilings. The light goes on as far up as I can se

I wanted to find whoever did this to her, find them one after the other, and make their lives hell. She turned in her sleep and a soft sigh escaped her lips. I was enthralled by her whole features, even with the scars, she looked like she wasn't made for this realm. Each time people say that be calm, your mate would be perfect. I never believed it till now. She was perfect and the scars didn't make her any less than perfect.

My hair is in its natural color, the strands fall over my shoulder, covering part of my breasts, my eyes are darker, they no longer look like just amethyst, but a purple agate, and my white skin is covered with scars. Scars that will never heal, because they are the memory that the Gods left me, as if what I had lived and seen would be forgotten. I am not a person who cares about scars, since I was a child I have carried them, but these... I hate them. They are not things I can be proud of. They weren't made for defending a loved one. They weren't made on an honorable battlefield... They are just petty and if you look closely you can see that they are divine souvenirs, just another way to le

I smiled sadly. Achilles walked over to me and took my hands, stroking the scars on my wrists. “You've developed a great survival instinct.” His tone is so soft and gentle, but there's an anger underneath, not directed at me, but at the one who left so many marks on my body. “But you missed something. Everyone knows how primal Perseus is... But contrary to what you think, I can stop him. I've done it a few times.” He reached up and caressed my face. "And unlike those who did this to you, Perseus seeks help for this condition, he knows it's not healthy, it's not right. He's extremely proud and hardly anyone knows about it. Unlike you who are open and don't care.”

Mike's big hand covered mine and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Incarnation of Gaea, do you think you can stand against me?” The old God asked, his breath stinking like rot and decay, I could see black flecks spraying from his mouth with his words. “I think we can,” I said, my eyes narrowing on his expanse of sliding flesh. The skin on his body, if you could call it that, was still peeling and falling off with a glopping sort of splat when it hit the ground. I saw Zach’s nose wrinkle as he eyed the offending pile of flesh and Lance cringed at the stink. Perses lifted his head to the sky, his neck making loud crunching sounds as the bones ground together. Like I said, she clearly had really q

He heard her voice almost whisper his name. He went to turn to see her but her hand was on his back. He felt finger tips trace over a long scar. He shut his eyes as she touched it, pulling his lower lip in as he did. The scar stretched from his upper right hand shoulder and made its way across his back. Her finger tips found a matching one and then another and then another. She traced them, her heart hurting for him as she did. The scars were old and faded but His skin flinched under her touch as if her touching the scars were still painful. She withdrew her hand, staring at his back. The more she looked the more scars she saw. “What did this to you?” Ariadne asked, her voice horrified.

“Slowly.” His jaw clenched. His breath caught. For a heartbeat, she thought he might rebel. But instead, he obeyed. His hands moved to the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, the fabric whispering over his skin. Scars littered his torso some old and silvery, others fresher and jagged. She traced each one with her gaze, cataloging the battles, the burdens, the brutal truths he never shared. "Look at you," she murmured, circling him. “Carved by war, cursed by a goddess, feared by your own kind.”