My cousin writes these poems for the high school he attends and one of them inspired this oneshot. He likes this girl and she likes him but they're not allowed to date and I feel bad for them. Reminds me a lot of Jeyna because of that and- oh my goodness my one friend may be right, I am a little too obsessed with Percy Jackson. Maybe I need to go on hiatus or something.
I should take a break and reread the Hunger Games. Or get into another series for a few weeks. Which reminds me, the movie's one week away. Gah I love the Hunger Games! (I knew about them about a year ago, about five months before everyone started reading them) I'm kinda still obsessed with them, though. Between Katniss and the Hunters of Artemis I've taken an interest in archery and so has my cousin. We keep saying we're going to go to the range sometime but we never do. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to say that I don't own anything. But, you already knew that. ;) Enjoy!
They run under the purple sky and across the Field of Mars, hand in hand. Jason pulls her along, their vibrant purple capes brushing the golden grass behind them. The harvest moon is beginning to rise. It's a beautiful color, like embers in a fire, except a paler color and half as bright.
He pulls her to a large and tall oak tree on a hill. They sit there and they watch the moon become brighter as the sky turns darker. They're still holding hands as the smoky gray-purple color of twilight turns to a dark blue and the first star of the night becomes visible.
"Make a wish." Jason says.
"I wish that I could have one more wish. Then there would be one for you, and one for me." Reyna says. Jason can't help but smile. He laces his fingers through hers, which she seems not to mind at all.
The purple sky turns a dark blue, and more stars appear in the sky. They seem almost dim when compared to the large orange moon.
Jason steals a glance at her. Reyna's expression is unreadable.
"How do you feel right now?" Jason inquires.
"Peaceful. Why?" Reyna raises a questioning eyebrow.
"Oh, uh.. no reason." Jason mutters.
He always feels happy when he's with her. Unless there's an awkward silence. When there is, she purposely irritates him or tries to start an argument with him. He once asked her why she did that. Reyna had said that the chaos makes her feel calmer. Jason guesses it's one of her bad personality traits of being a daughter of war. When she's uncomfortable, making others uncomfortable or agitated makes her comfortable. When, if you think about it sort of makes sense, but not really.
Jason wonders if she's always happy whenever she's with him. Why can't they just have a normal conversation about how they feel about each other without it getting weird? Whenever he tries to bring it up, or do something that pushes the boundary lines of friendship, she pulls away from him.
Jason's surprised that she hasn't pulled her hand from his yet. He's been waiting for her to. He wonders what would happen if...
He counts down from three, fear being his only obstacle. His mind goes blank when he leans in to kiss her cheek. But Reyna turns her head at the last second, and his lips run into hers.
Reyna doesn't react. She's as still as a statue as he kisses her. It's impossible to describe how it feels with his warm lips pressed against hers. His mind can't seem to function properly. His heart sounds and feels like the beating of an eagle's wings inside of him. His stomach feels like little electric butterflies are swarming through him, trying to be everywhere at once. Something tells him to stop, and screams that he's seconds away from being beat up by his fellow praetor. The voice in the back of his head grows smaller and smaller the longer he ignores it.
He feels sparks on his lips that remind him of how Pop Rocks feel on your tongue.
Reyna seems to have overcome her initial shock (no pun intended). Her lips move against his, and when he thinks she's about to kiss him back, his eyes open.
Jason feels the dream evaporate like dewdrops catching the first few rays of sunlight. He finds himself in his bed. There was no harvest moon. There was no tree they had sat under. There was no kiss.
He lays there for a few moments, feeling downhearted. Jason blinks in the gray morning light coming in from the window. He lies there for a long time. How long, he doesn't really know. Jason tries to recall the dream, but it has almost completely evaporated, along with the blissful feeling it had given him.
Jason hears a knocking at the door and his stomach flips as it always does when he thinks of Reyna. He counts three knocks before getting out of bed and getting cleaned up for the day.
When he's done throwing on a clean camp shirt and jeans, and brushing his hair and teeth, Jason walks down the hall towards the front door where Reyna will be waiting.
His hand is centimeters from the doorknob, but Jason stops and takes a deep breath. He clears his throat and pushes away the dream. Then, he lets himself smile and counts down from three before opening the door.