tribeca was oddly calm for this time of year. june was creeping on edge, and blair was getting increasingly bored with her usual jist.

she sat in a coffee shop, just like every other day. but oh no, blair wasn't dumb. the girl would find a new cafe every time to work her 'wonders' to avoid suspicious. it was an easy feat, new york seemed to be blooming with them from every corner.

today it was a modest establishment tucked between a tattoo parlor and a different cafe. it was filled with more working class people, which did mean less money, but easier to mug.

blair sat in the corner, nursing a cup of warm milk between her fingers, aka the cheapest drink on the menu.

her target today was a middle aged woman with dyed pink hair. the woman had a orange aura, so she was a maybe-kind-of good person. was that a good explanation? probably not.

she could hear subtle words radiating off of her, but nothing useful. blair hated it, she could feel all of her yet get non of her money.

that's when she noticed it, a dark haired boy with sparkling green eyes and blue aura staring at her. at first blair thought she was going crazy, being too paranoid, imagining things.

but nope, upon the fourth subtle glance it was clear the boy was staring at her.

shit.

did he know? did he know about what she could do? maybe he could feel the energy too? see the aura rings?

stop!

she had to make her brain shut up. she had to tell herself she was just being paranoid. so blair shrugged it off, best she could, coming up with other reasons in her head to distract herself.

maybe she looked like someone he knew...or he did recognise her? or maybe he thought she was cute and wanted to ask her out? or maybe it was a mistake and he wasn't watching her?

blair glanced over again.

nope he was definitely staring right at her.

she debated running out, but how good would that look? then, when she turned her head to secretly look at him again, he was up and beside her table.

"hey i-"

blair got up and did the one thing she said she wouldn't, run.

for some reason the paper cup of milk stayed steady in her hand as she weaved through a sudden crowd of people. she was thankful for the distraction, till she turned to see the boy actually chasing her!

her head ran wild with questions. was he a cop? was he another one of those winged beasts that would come at her once a blue moon?

but he didn't seem like it. what he did seem like was oddly keen to catch her. blair ran down one alleyway after the other, till eventually her luck ran out and she ended up cornered beside the garbage bin of a recently shut down chinese restaurant.

"don't come any closer!" she screamed, holding out the cup of milk menacingly as if it were a weapon.

the boy approached with his arms raised, "i'm not a monster."

"what the fuck does that mean!"

"look i'm percy, percy jackson, and i think i know what you are."

a full name dropper? blair was secretly intrigued, but her stance and the cup of milk didn't drop.

"okay well i'm none of, none of your business, go away"

percy still had both hands up in surrender, walking closer slowly, "i'm not a bad guy!"

"like hell you aren't"

he kept coming closer and a shiver went down blair's spine.

"look i promise-"

when he reached an arms length away, blair almost immediately threw the cup of milk at him, staining his face, and shirt, in milk.

the boy, or now that she new him as percy, didn't even seem angry...just very much bothered.

"seriously?"

"self defence!"

he gave her a deadpanned look, "i didn't even touch you!"

"a man cornering me into an alleyway saying he 'knows what i am'?? i am so totally entitled to self defence!"

percy shrugged, wiping his shirt as if that would somehow miraculously make it clean, "okay fair but...i need you to hear me out."

blair crossed her arms.

"i believe you are a demi god okay?"

"are you on drugs? i don't want any part of this junkie shit-"

"no i'm serious!"

she dropped her arms, trying to get past him, "whole time i thought you were some scary big police officer but you're just a teenage junkie!"

percy stepped in front of her, blocking her path, "first of all, i don't do drugs, and second, i'm twenty one!"

"you're telling me an awful lot about yourself percy jackson."

"and you're telling me an awful...nothing"

"what do you expect??"

"for you to let me speak!"

blair huffed, "fine, go on."

percy's shoulders lowered as he took a breath, "do you have dyslexia?"

she threw her hands in the air, chuckling dryly, "oh my god you're totally on drugs!"

"i'm serious!"

"is it weed? must be some good weed."

he frowned, "what no? look are one of your parents not in your life, and you see weird things?"

"oh god it's fent isn't it? heard it's been getting around."

"and you never felt quit like you belonged?"

she froze, "look, what do you want?"

"you've fought monsters before right? furies maybe? scary women who look like your worst highschool teacher except their red and have wings?"

"yes but...that was just another junkie in a halloween costume or something!"

percy rolled his eyes, "what's your name."

"i'm not telling you that."

"okay well, im-not-telling-you-that, i can prove that demi gods and magic are real"

"you're crazy."

"shhh and watch."

despite wanting to just push past him and walk away, but she couldn't deny she was curious. what could he show her that would convince her of something as ridiculous as a demi god?

percy held his hand over his wet shirt, and in a beat, beads of the thrown milk began parting with the shirt. in just moments his shirt was dry.

"what. the. fuck."

"see?"

"okay that's just bullshit, did you stab me with a needle," blair checked her body.

"what! no! gods sake why do you think i'm on drugs!"

"are you even hearing yourself??"

"i know it's crazy! look, how can i convince you?"

blair squinted at him, "fly."

"what!"

"you heard me, fly."

"i can't do that! i'm a child of poseidon"

"the child of what now? pussy-"

"oh my gods you have no filter."

blair shrugged.

"okay, i have an idea."

percy looked up at the sky, staring at it really hard. blair was more then ready to accuse him of using drugs again when suddenly a horse came flying down the alleyway.

except that it wasn't a horse, it had wings.

a horse with wings.

a pegasus.

it was black all over, mane and all. but blair couldn't pay attention to the rest. she was only focusing on the fact this horse had WINGS???

"oh my fucking shit"

"blackjack, meet..."

"blair...." she just murmured, staring up at the pegasus with wide eyes.

"blair, meet blackjack."

she ignored him, staring.

percy looked at her, clearly amused, and grinned, "he says, 'staring is rude you know'"

blair's gaze snapped back to percy, "you can hear him??"

"yeah! i'm the son of poseidon!"

she looked at him, then back at blackjack, then back at him. percy climbed onto the back of the pegasus. he extended a hand to blair.

"c'mon, i gotta show you camp half blood"

"do i even want to know what that is?"

"you'll see," percy said, chuckling.

surprising even herself, she took his hand and hoisted herself off. once she was sat, she grabbed percy's shoulders tight, there was no way he was dropping her.

unless of course every thing was just a drug filled psychosis. did she accidentally have an edible and forget?

"ready?" percy asked.

"ready."

when blackjack finally left the ground, blair thought she was going to pass out but she didn't. instead?

instead she screamed.

kalo's korner !

yes i had to google 'can percy jackson control milk' for this, so consider you guys now educated ☺☺.

(i also had to google how to spell 'posidon' but we don't talk about that...)

i'm very much enjoying writing this dynamic and overall js like frothing at the mouth to write everything...

(im normal btw 😋)