of half bloods and happenings

by mcfuz

A collection of short one-shots pertaining to every character and situation in the PJO universe. Chapter #30: Now Nico was stripped bare to the very bones that kept his heart imprisoned. / Nico, Reyna and unrequited love. MAJOR HOUSE OF HADES SPOILERS.

15. knights and fairy lights

of half-bloods and happenings

knights and fairy lights

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The stars are splashed across the sky like a banner, but there is nothing to celebrate tonight. There will be nothing to celebrate for a long, long time, or so she thinks anyway.

The moon is like her heart, waxing and waning with the seasons as her deception cuts deeper every day. No one will ever suspect poor, sweet Silena, with a tongue of quicksilver and the beauty of a nymph. Sometimes, when she's glowing with praise under Luke's golden gaze, she's happy to do her job. It makes her feel useful; loved.

But most days, she hates herself and the world she lives in with every miniscule molecule of her being.

[She learnt the word molecule from Charlie. He's always so nice to her.]

She sees the other campers, fighting for their freedom, strapped up in their armour like the noble knights of old. Their eyes are pinpricks in the growing darkness, shining like fairy lights on Christmas Eve.

[Her own eyes are black as coal, their lustre long covered with the grime of betrayal.]

And things that once made her smile - her sisters, a brand new makeup bag, those concert tickets everyone wanted - are now melted in the ashes of the fire she started all those years ago, when Luke pressed that small silver charm into her fingertips and warmed her from head to toe with a gentle whisper.

[Charlie can do so much more, not just warming her but making her boil. Of course, back then, she barely knew the difference.]

The stars are splashed across the sky like a banner, but there is nothing to celebrate tonight. Silena's limbs are numb with cold and the waves lap up against the hems of her jeans and the wind blows her hair in every direction, pulling and tugging and poaching just like her heart is ripped in so many places, dragged north and south and east and west all at once.

She knows her life is wrong. She knows that all she has left are the few ragged pieces of an old photograph, torn beyond repair. And she knows she deserves every moment of this agony.

[Because Charlie is dead now and it's all her fault and she never should've sold her soul to the devil.]

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Author's Note: Trying a different sort of approach to a drabble. Hopefully it's turned out okay. xoxo