written for the querencia forum, weekly war games challenge #2 (check it out, the link is on my page!)

lyric tag: write for a chosen lyric, then tag someone else

song: wolves, selena gomez

drunk on a feeling, alone with the stars in the sky

rachel dare is addicted.

she's high on the feeling of bliss, of utter abandon, and she knows it's foolish, it's hopeless and it's going to break her into tiny pieces of heartbreak and sorrow, but she doesn't fucking care, because she's in love.

he's a myriad of colours, she thinks. emerald for his eyes that sparkle like ripples of water, yellow for the hope that seems to fill him with light and red for the love she holds in her heart. he's art, her art and he doesn't even know it.

his scent is amazing, sea salt and spearmint, and she can't get enough of it when he hugs her tight. she feels like a creep, but it's like a drug, and she's irrevocably addicted.

his laugh is the sound of her heart breaking, but it's music to her ears - clear and joyful. yet, she feels like crying when she hears it. perhaps she does, in the privacy of her room, because the joy he shares is not with her, you see. it's with annabeth chase – beautiful, intelligent and deadly – and perfect. perfect for percy. his laugh is a melody on the piano and the shattering of glass, all at once and she's overwhelmed with her feelings and tears and heartbreak.

she finally builds up enough nerve to kiss him, when they stop by the turquoise sea which reflect his eyes. as her lips touch his, she's dizzy and nervous and drunk on love and fear. the world is spinning, the colours are blurring until there's only her and him. rachel and percy.

but bliss is like a ghost, ephemeral, just out of reach. he pulls away, his face apologetic, and her heart crashes completely and rachel elizabeth dare dies a little on the inside.

and then, suddenly, he's gone. rachel just sits there, numb.

finally, finally, she feels herself coming down from her high. the colours aren't so bright anymore, her mouth tastes sour with her tears and she feels like a statue, cold and just a little cracked on the edges.

she sits by the ocean, leaning against paul's car, tracing constellations with a shaking finger, as tears silently run down her cheeks. her heart beats painfully against her skin and sorrow runs in her veins but she'll recover.

someday, perhaps.

i know that the lyric in the song has a completely different meaning, but it fit perfectly in this context, so...