I was born a child of Rome but grew to be a child of the gods. I was crafted to be the champion of Juno but rose up to be a hero of Olympus. Now, I will create my own path. I will keep my promise to represent all the gods and to protect their children, or I will die trying.
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“No, we didn't date. Technically he wasn't an ex-boyfriend. But he was an ex-something, an ex-maybe. An ex-almost.” {{omfg help, im too lazy to get my phone to send over kik}}
"She wasn’t really my girlfriend, at least I don’t think so. She meant a lot to me; we were close, but we never went further than that. There was never any time, and the time we could have had was cut off. So maybe she was my biggest ‘what if’ instead of my 'what truly was’.“
The Athena Parthanos was glaring at her. And it wasn’t just so feeling in her gut, those stone eyes where most definitely glaring in her direction. In which, she glared on back, and then felt stupid for even bothering to glare at a stone statue. Hands curl around the rail of the Argo II, onyx eyes reflecting the slowly dying sun that birthed inky shadows into which she would soon disappear. But not soon enough, it would seem as there’s a hand on her shoulder and a familiar voice at her ear.
“No, Jason. I’m not.”
She says a bit abruptly, turning to face the tall blonde. Resigned. Reyna is resigned to everything now —resigned to her position, resigned to having truly lost Jason eight months prior, resigned to taking on this suicide mission.
( She had really been hoping to avoid this conversation. )
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He wasn’t surprised when she said that she wasn’t nervous. This was Renya he was talking to, and even if she was nervous she would never admit to that out loud. It like her to do such, and Jason found himself smiling a little at her response. “I’ll be nervous for you then.”
And in truth he really was nervous for her. He was nervous that this mission, one he wasn’t a huge fan of in the first place, would take away one of his closest friends. He was nervous that this would be the last time he could see Renya, and it would leave them with uneasy feelings that would last forever. “But with that being said I know you’ll make it out okay. You’re the strongest out of all of us after all.” And Jason had the utmost faith in her.
{ He just hoped that that strength wouldn’t be her downfall }
It was supposed to be a good day. Percy and Annabeth were back, Athena Parthanos was about to be returned back to camp, and Nico was going to be in good hands with Reyna so the two of them could be safe. So why did Jason feel so awful? He walked over to the statue, hoping that maybe she would have an answer for his problem, and instead spotted Reyna. A part of him said to turn away, but another part, the one he listened to, said to go wish her good luck. Making his way there, the blonde placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “Nervous?”
