❝i would rather die, than to spend eternity without you.❞
She's a hunter, daughter of Aphrodite.
He's a half blood, son of Poseidon
It seems like their love is never to be.
But don't be fooled,
Their destinies are intertwined,
And love written in...
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DIONYSUS, THE GOD OF ALCOHOL and crazy people, called a meeting to talk about the Prophecy which the Oracle of Delphi just told them less than an hour later. Azalea sat by Zoë, and next to Bianca DiAngelo, she knew this wasn't really what should be bothering her right now, but she couldn't help but feel somewhat tossed aside by Zoe when she sort of made Bianca her personal assistant or whatever without talking it out with Azalea, they usually discussed things like this before going through with it. It was just something they did as they were both the Lieutenants of the Hunters...even if Zoe was more older, skilled and was a bit higher in command. She didn't have anything against young, innocent and naive Bianca, she just wonderrd why Zoe would pick someone who had just joined the Hunt a couple days ago and hadn't even properly begun her training.
And on top of that, Zoe hadn't talked to her about the Prophecy, or even looked in her direction. Now Azalea wasn't the one to read into things or over think them, but she knew for sure something was up with Zoe.
And yes, she understood Zoë was her own person and she didn't need her opinion on everything before she made her decision or does anything in general, but Azalea felt as if they needed to reach out to each other and share thoughts about what was happening it was now.
So through out the first part of the discussion about the scary ass prophecy, Azalea watched as some of them went back while inhaling a bag of chips and a sour expression. She didn't look at all bothered about Artemis being in chains, at least that was what Percy thought, she looked a bit irritated at most it sort of made him a bit confused. Then again, due to the amount of years she had lived, she had mastered the art of not showing her true emotions whenever she wanted. She didn't feel the need to join in and say anything until...
"Artemis is being held hostage! We must find her and free her." Zoe exclaimed.
"You're missing something, as usual," Thalia retorted, "Campers and Hunters combined prevail, we're supposed to do this together."
"No! The Hunters do not need thy help."
"Your," Thalia corrected, "Nobody has said 'thy' in like three hundred years, Zoë. Get with the times."
Azalea chuckled, propping a potato chips in her mouth and reaching for one of the diet cokes which no one else took as Zoe hesitated.
"Yerr, we do not need yerr help." She said. Unlike Zoe, Azalea actually tried to learn modern day English and slangs, and often told Zoe to try learn it too and quit mixing up old English with the new one, she gave up later on.
"Just forget it." Thalia said rolling her eyes.
"You know prophecies don't at all times have just one meaning," Azalea pointed out, all heads at the tennis table turned to her as she continued, "I know it sounds kind of strange, but what if it actually doesn't mean we have to go rescue Artemis with you guys. There has to be some sort of loophole, I think?"
