A/N So, here's a short little one shot about their reunion in MoA. It may be a little weird; there's no dailogue and I don't use names. You'll see. Just keep an open mind please.
Disclaimer: PJO and HoO belong to Rick Riordan, not me. I'm just rewriting scenes that I loved!
He's looking at me in that way that hurts. It hurts because it's love and it's beautiful, and my existence is not enough. My life feels inconsequential, and if it weren't for that look, the way his eyes glance over my face as if trying to paint the image in his mind, I'd combust and be nothing at all.
We were staring; just staring. I couldn't even hear what was being said around me, for he was in front of me, and he took precedence over anything else.
And so we stared.
My body tingled, and it urged me forward, though I waited. We were battling each other with our minds—who breaks first?—and I wasn't going to let him win. I couldn't win either, though. We had to tie. We always had to tie.
That girl is talking to him. She reaches out and touches his arm and she's talking to him, talking as if he and I aren't finally seeing one another, as if we are not putting everything we have into staying apart for the moment. She touches his arm, but he doesn't react. Not really. He loosens up, his shoulders going slack for a moment, but his eyes…they never waver.
Obsidian is talking, but her words are muffled in my ears, like trying to communicate under water. Unless you are him. Unless you have him, and he makes it so you can.
I am surrounded. I've never let myself become fenced in by my enemies, and yet I have now. For him. Gods, for him I'd do anything, risk everything, and my life is nothing without him by my side to risk it for.
There is a moment, just one moment, where everything is still. For one tiny second, no one says anything, silence, but he and I, we speak with our eyes. I tell him things I haven't told him in nearly a year, and I tell him things I've never said in this lifetime. I tell him everything in that tiny second, and then my heart beats, and there is noise once more.
The battle is over. We've raised our white flags. I have not given in to him, but he has not been overthrown. We have tied.
My legs carry me to him, fast, fast, fast, and he is there, in front of me, having met me halfway. The enemy stares us down, they watch what should be private, what should be mine and his, but he is here now, and I can pretend they aren't.
He holds me with his eyes and his heart and his arms, and I sink into him, as if he really were the sea. He envelops me with his touch and the descent back into him and into love is more than I ever knew I needed.
I have missed him, oh gods, how I have missed him. Just like the phantom tingling of a missing limb, I have felt him with me but so far away. He's always been with me, in my heart, and he always will be, but now he can be with me, and I can touch him and hold him, and it's so much better to feel than to simply feel.
He cradles my face, and our lips touch, and I am mush inside. My legs are weak and my mind is blank, and if it weren't for him holding me up, I'd be on the ground unable to move now.
We pull back, our eyes meeting again, and I want to tell him out loud. He needs to know everything I'm feeling right now in this moment, because it's so much greater than it was when we were together before the separation. Distance doesn't make the heart grow fonder, it breaks you, and it tears you down, and it lets you know how badly you need them.
Obsidian coughs, clearing her throat, wanting attention, and so I turn, though I do not let go.
He breathes my name into my hair, as if it were the answer to all the world's problems, and I can feel him again, and I am happy, and he is happy. We are happy. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming and yelling and just smiling, because we are here on a mission, and I am not supposed to be weak, even for him.
The Crow squawks something about war, and how Obsidian is crazy, but she ignores him, and we gather around to eat.
People are talking; people haven't stopped talking. I have no idea what they're saying. They're AM where I am FM, and all I hear is their buzzing. I see their looks and their weariness and their smiles but they're not important.
He is. He is important and everything, and he is here, here with me, and I can hardly stop to breathe at it all. We're together once more, and I will keep us together forever no matter what happens, because now I'm hurting, the good hurt. Without him, the pain is worse than I've ever known, and had I not been determined to find him once more, I would've ended everything.
He murmurs Wise Girl into my ear—the little moniker I adopted so long ago—as he kisses my jaw, the warm fluttering of his lips against my skin.
All I can do is kiss him again and again and again, thinking one thing: Seaweed Brain.
A/N (part two) See? Short and sweet and to the point. I think it's cute. Eh. It's up to you.
Thanks so much to the people who told me to do this. I know this kind of thing is overdone, but apparently those are my favorite stories to write. Please tell me what you think! If it all goes well, I'll post more of these.
-SheCan
Au revoir!