ashes into flames
a/n: okay, so i have no idea where this came from. i was just bored and i wrote this out of the blue, which is really unlike me. it's not a great drabble and it probably means shit. but i've been under a lot of pressure lately what with my horrible writer's block, so here goes for nothing.
Can you lift me up?
Turn the ashes into flames
- Lift me up, Kate Voegele
She is the girl who leads them all. She defines responsibility, leadership and courage. She is strong; more capable of being praetor than half the females her age.
She's fought through life. She lost everyone she loves; her parents when she was young, and then her sister for a stupid disagreement. But she's worked hard.
She's worked hard day and night to earn a place in this cruel and merciless world.
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Underneath this bravery and strength though, there is a teenage girl feeling everything an ordinary teenage girl would.
She feels scared out of her wits when she senses the weight of the people's well-being resting on her shoulders. She feels tense and anxious for every soldier at camp before a battle. She cares about the lost demigod children that appear at the camp every once in a while.
And she loves; a certain blonde haired boy, muscular and with courage to equal hers, she loves.
He makes her heart skip a beat when he smiles; makes her pulse quicken whenever accidentally her skin brushes against his. He makes her façade disappear and the feelings of the everyday teenage girl appear.
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She thinks that he feels the same way. She sees the way he blushes a lot in her presence, and the way he stares at her sometimes when he thinks she isn't looking. He must feel something at least.
It was nothing strange in praetors falling for each other. Everyone would expect them to end up together seeing that they spend every day with each other.
But before she can ask him to take their relationship to the next level, he disappears.
(( and with him, disappears his feelings and her hopes that always remain unfulfilled.))