[Drabble] Forgotten What It Feels Like
Title: Forgotten What It Feels Like
Characters/Pairings: Percy Jackson, Percy/Annabeth (if you squint really, really hard)
Word Count: 329
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for prompt #46: New York on the PJatO yalit100 challenge. I was supposed to post 2 drabbles, but this one got finished first and I'm sorta stuck on the other one.
He had stumbled upon it purely on accident - “it” being a postcard of New York, one with a fantastic snapshot of Manhattanhenge - and he had felt homesick ever since.
Of course, that was kind of stupid. He was home. Here, training with Lupa the she-wolf; this was it. He didn’t know anywhere else but this place - at least, none that he remembered; therefore, this was his home. So, why did he feel so connected to the city in the postcard, a city that he couldn’t even remember being in, and not to Lupa’s pack?
Then again, there had always been this nagging feeling in his gut since he woke up, like he really didn’t belong here. Okay, so he was a demigod; that, he was absolutely sure of. And demigods needed to train to fight monsters; he was sure of that, too. But, he was also sure that he was supposed to slash with his sword, not jab. And what was with all the rigid stances Lupa was teaching him? He hated this stuffy, disciplined style; it just didn’t feel right to him. Not only that, but saying ‘son of Neptune’ always left a bad taste in his mouth, too.
Maybe calling the Wolf House ‘home’ was what was really stupid. Maybe he had really forgotten where home was along with everything else.
Looking back down at the postcard in his hands, he wondered if New York was his home.
When he closed his eyes, he could almost - just almost - feel like he was there. In his head, he could almost smell the hotdogs the street vendors were selling, could almost feel the wind whipping against his face as he tore down Fifth Avenue at eighty miles an hour (how he could even imagine that; he didn’t know). In his head, he saw towering skyscrapers, a city that never sleeps, a blond-haired girl with a pretty smile-
A painfully longing sigh escaped his lips.
He wanted to go home.
Characters/Pairings: Percy Jackson, Percy/Annabeth (if you squint really, really hard)
Word Count: 329
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for prompt #46: New York on the PJatO yalit100 challenge. I was supposed to post 2 drabbles, but this one got finished first and I'm sorta stuck on the other one.
He had stumbled upon it purely on accident - “it” being a postcard of New York, one with a fantastic snapshot of Manhattanhenge - and he had felt homesick ever since.
Of course, that was kind of stupid. He was home. Here, training with Lupa the she-wolf; this was it. He didn’t know anywhere else but this place - at least, none that he remembered; therefore, this was his home. So, why did he feel so connected to the city in the postcard, a city that he couldn’t even remember being in, and not to Lupa’s pack?
Then again, there had always been this nagging feeling in his gut since he woke up, like he really didn’t belong here. Okay, so he was a demigod; that, he was absolutely sure of. And demigods needed to train to fight monsters; he was sure of that, too. But, he was also sure that he was supposed to slash with his sword, not jab. And what was with all the rigid stances Lupa was teaching him? He hated this stuffy, disciplined style; it just didn’t feel right to him. Not only that, but saying ‘son of Neptune’ always left a bad taste in his mouth, too.
Maybe calling the Wolf House ‘home’ was what was really stupid. Maybe he had really forgotten where home was along with everything else.
Looking back down at the postcard in his hands, he wondered if New York was his home.
When he closed his eyes, he could almost - just almost - feel like he was there. In his head, he could almost smell the hotdogs the street vendors were selling, could almost feel the wind whipping against his face as he tore down Fifth Avenue at eighty miles an hour (how he could even imagine that; he didn’t know). In his head, he saw towering skyscrapers, a city that never sleeps, a blond-haired girl with a pretty smile-
A painfully longing sigh escaped his lips.
He wanted to go home.