of half-bloods and happenings
we're fine
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if anyone asks, tell them we're fine.
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after the war, leo's smile grows small. sure they've won, but they've lost a lot too. he can still feel the shudder of reyna's lips on his, and then the shudder of her entire body as a spear broke her spine in two.
he feels like a puzzle no-one can be bothered to put back together, but no-one needs to know that.
if they ask, he tells them he's fine.
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after the war, piper tries to convince herself she's real. she sees flashes of the battle again and again, in her mind or in katoptris, sees jason's lightning and percy's storm and leo's flames. she sees herself burning up, sees that sword slide clean through her abdomen, sees herself fall to the ground.
she's thankful to will solace, make no mistake. but she wonders if death would have been so bad.
but if anyone asks, she tells them she's fine.
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after the war, jason's mind is a kaleidoscope. he cannot believe they won. he cannot believe piper almost died. he cannot believe reyna did.
the scars from that stupid drakon never heal, and sometimes he wakes in the night, chest aflame. people hear his yells and rush to his aid.
when they ask him if he's okay, he says he's fine.
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after the war, hazel finds herself floating. her feet seem to barely touch the ground, her mind drifts to and fro, her blood breezes through her veins. she feels so free she could explode.
free from gaia. free from the gods. free to do what she wants.
so when people ask, she tells them she's fine.
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after the war, frank counts his lucky stars. [he actually does count them; he looks into the sky at the huntress running with her bow and numbers the dots that make up her smile.] he thought he'd be a goner for sure. he will never be able to thank leo enough for fixing his firewood.
when people ask, he tells them he's fine, and for the first time in his life, it's the truth.
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after the war, annabeth wanders in a haze. her dreams are haunted by tartarus' demons. she can feel arachne breathing down her neck, can feel the spiders crawling across her skin like it's a road map. she doesn't spend more than two minutes from percy's side. she can't.
if anyone asks, she lies and says she's fine, even though she won't ever be again.
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after the war, percy doesn't give a damn. he doesn't want to play anymore. he was sick of playing a long time ago, and the gods know it.
all he wants is annabeth and peace, but he knows it's only a matter of time before everything starts all over again. he wishes for oblivion.
but if anyone asks, and they do, he tells them he's fine. a bitterer lie has never crossed his lips.
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if anyone asks, tell them we're fine.
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Author's Note: Generally frustrated at life today, thus I give you this petty angst. I don't like it much, but I hope you do. Review? xx