( how, in the face of all of this, can anything surprise her? )
reyna does what she does best; she accepts that she's alone and she moves on. she isn't counting on any demigods materializing in front of her, so when nico does, she's momentarily taken aback. then comes the anger ( if you ever do anything like that again ), the relief, both in an overwhelming swirl. it hasn't been nearly as long for her. she's only been without nico for twenty, perhaps thirty minutes, but not knowing if he had made it out of their world and into this one was unbearable. the person she'd meant to aid shuffles to their feet, standing tall without any assistance from her. apparently, they just needed a reminder of what they could withstand. she smiles ( at what people can endure ) and doesn't bother to conceal what she's feeling.
her laugh is strained. so often she maintains her armor, both on her person and in the way she carries herself. nico manages to slip through it like an arrow, and she doesn't care. she actually finds it ... comforting. yes, that's the word. it's unfamiliar as of late, yet not unwelcome.
nico has her hand in his and it's enough ( should be, anyway ) but she hauls him in with an arm over his shoulder, fully intending to embrace him without reservations. he's already headed into a hug on his own, she simply steps into it at the same time. ]
Where else would I be? [ she shoots back once she can trust her voice. she pulls away reluctantly, but remains close. his being in her personal space doesn't unsettle her. ] The world as we know it needs saving. It seems our journey is far from over.
little bro!!
( how, in the face of all of this, can anything surprise her? )
reyna does what she does best; she accepts that she's alone and she moves on. she isn't counting on any demigods materializing in front of her, so when nico does, she's momentarily taken aback. then comes the anger ( if you ever do anything like that again ), the relief, both in an overwhelming swirl. it hasn't been nearly as long for her. she's only been without nico for twenty, perhaps thirty minutes, but not knowing if he had made it out of their world and into this one was unbearable. the person she'd meant to aid shuffles to their feet, standing tall without any assistance from her. apparently, they just needed a reminder of what they could withstand. she smiles ( at what people can endure ) and doesn't bother to conceal what she's feeling.
her laugh is strained. so often she maintains her armor, both on her person and in the way she carries herself. nico manages to slip through it like an arrow, and she doesn't care. she actually finds it ... comforting. yes, that's the word. it's unfamiliar as of late, yet not unwelcome.
nico has her hand in his and it's enough ( should be, anyway ) but she hauls him in with an arm over his shoulder, fully intending to embrace him without reservations. he's already headed into a hug on his own, she simply steps into it at the same time. ]
Where else would I be? [ she shoots back once she can trust her voice. she pulls away reluctantly, but remains close. his being in her personal space doesn't unsettle her. ] The world as we know it needs saving. It seems our journey is far from over.