Caleo Prompt

Okee, so someone on tumblr asked for a Caleo fanfic based on Bruno Mars's song, Talking to the Moon. I made this a while back... Tell me what you think please!

Talking to the Moon, Caleo One-Shot

The night had fallen hours ago. The harsh, winter breeze was almost unbearable, even with two layers of thick, wool blankets. Calypso leaned over the fence of her balcony, staring intently at the horizon.

It had been five months since Leo had left Ogygia. It had been five months of constant worrying and praying to the gods that she hated so. Every day became more and more unbearable. Calypso constantly wondered whether Leo was thinking of her, whether he was finding a way back to her island. Most of all, she wondered whether the scrawny son of Hepheastus was still alive.

The thought gave shivers down her spine—as if she wasn’t shaking enough.

“No,” she said to herself. “I would feel it if he was dead.”

Tears were already rolling down her pink cheeks. She whipped them away with the tips of her blankets but they wouldn’t stop coming. Other than Percy Jackson, this was the first time in millennia since Calypso had felt hope. When Percy had broken his promise, the goddess was crushed. She had cursed the son of Poseidon and put her already fragile heart on lock down.

And that stupid tinkering demigod had to land on her beach.

Calypso had attempted on many occasions to convince herself that Leo wouldn’t come back—that it was impossible. But his voice still lingered in her head and feeling of his lips against hers was still fresh. She remembered the way he smiled mischievously, how his eyes gleamed with excitement and terror. All those little things and more had given her hope again.

And gods she hoped that they would once again reunite.

Her dark eyes were bloodshot and filled with water, her bottom lip quivered as she tried to stop herself from sobbing.

Looking up to the full moon, Calypso let out a deep sigh.

He’s still alive, she tried to reassure herself. And he’s coming back for you, he promised.

With tears quickly coming back, Calypso prayed to Artemis and Iris, hoping they could work together on this one. She closed her eyes and remembered the dark curly hair, the cute elfish ears and the almost always smiling face. It wasn’t hard trying to remember what he looked like foe Leo Valdez’s image was stuck on her mind all the time.

“Please, Leo.” Her voice was so low it was barely a whisper, barely a murmur. “I don’t know how long I can do this. Waiting for you is torture. It’s a losing battle. I miss your snarky and sarcastic comments.”

Her heart raced. A hiccup slipped from her mouth and she almost broke down again.

But she held her ground. “I can only hope you’re thinking about me because all I can ever think about is you. Please, if you really are searching for me, if you still really care for me, give me sign. Gods, please give me a sign.”

Calypso wanted to laugh at how stupid she sounded. This is how desperate she had gotten. She was talking to herself in the middle of the blazing cold night, waiting for a man she knew deep inside, would not come for her.

This is pointless, she told herself.

The goddess turned away from the sky, and walked back into her room. She wiped her dark eyes furiously, as the too familiar sensation of her heart breaking into a million pieces hit her.

And that’s when she heard his voice.

“I’m coming back for you Calypso. That’s a promise I plan to keep.”