Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
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It was her first morning waking up into the Roman camp, and Shana found herself with mixed emotions. On one hand, the decimation of Camp Half-Blood was depressing, not because she was particularly attached to the place but more so because of the devastation it had caused amongst her friends - people she considered her second family. Shana had always wanted to travel and explore, so the loss of a static place to live wasn't a big deal; what was a big deal was how it had affected the other Greek demigods.
On the other hand, the travel across the country had revived the spark of wanderlust in her blood, and Shana had taken to it like a duck to the water. In fact, she had arrived later than many of the others because she found herself dragging her feet. Halfway through the trip, she had made an excuse about seeing her father and parted ways with her half-siblings. For the first time in so long, she was back out in the mortal world, able to dream again about going anywhere she wanted. Of course, the monster she had encountered when she had been alone had been enough to hasten her arrival at Camp Jupiter - otherwise, she would have been content to wander around again with no real desire to reach her destination.
Now, though, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. She hadn't met many legionnaires yet, having only arrived last night and had to be taken straight to the infirmary. With the sun rising and casting the infirmary in a blaze of golden light, Shana rose, a mix of trepidation and excitement in her veins as she stepped out of the infirmary, her dark curls bouncing around her shoulders as she looked around, trying to remember the medic's instructions on how to get to the Mess Hall. Her stomach grumbled and Shana decided to wing it - surely she'd bump into someone who could point her in the right direction? A thought was spared on where the rest of the Greek demigods were, before deciding she would find them in the Mess Hall anyway. She wanted to know whether her half-siblings had made it back yet.
Az had been spending more and more time at the forge. He wasn't a person who enjoyed being around people to begin with. That had been true even while camp had solely been occupied by his fellow Romans. Now that the Greeks were flooding their camp by the droves, his avoidance had reached new heights. They were unbearable in his own humble opinion. They were all very loud, very emotional, and very lazy. They valued all of the wrong things and they had no respect for weaponry. At least none of the few who he had the misfortune to come across. So he had spent as much time as possible in his sanctuary of heat and flame. He had a small cot set up in case he needed to bunk there for the night while waiting for a weapon to cure. There were books scattered about that he could read if he got bored. What it didn't have though, was proper food.
For that, he would have to travel outside the confines of the Forge and head to the mess hall. Azriel shut down the few things he had been working on, taking off his leather apron and hanging it up before leaving. He didn't nod or wave politely at the people he passed. Most wore those awful orange colors that he would never understand the practicality of so he didn't mind appearing rude. The other legionnaire members in camp knew well enough that he wasn't the friendliest guy here. He saw only one legionnaire from his cohort and he did manage to give a small nod as he passed. That would certainly be enough socializing for the day.
Az had almost made it to the mess hall without incident. Just one building away and he saw her. Shana. The girl who he hadn't seen in years who had still refused to give up space in his head. She was standing in the middle of the walkway, looking completely lost. Azriel found himself smiling in utter disbelief as he began to walk over to her, "Shana?" His voice called out over the gaggle of people. He was still in shock that she was here. Actually here, in his home. Something he had tried to convince her to do years ago. Apparently she had done just what she had vowed she would always do and join The Hunters. As he closed the distance though, it became increasingly obvious that there was no silver aura about her. Confusion quickly filled his features, stopping short as his brain tried to process exactly how she was here. "You're not a Hunter?"
She had just wandered a few paces and turned in what seemed to be a promising direction when a voice called out her name from behind her. It was male and somewhat familiar, although no name jumped immediately to Shana's memory, and she turned, fully expecting some random from Camp Half-Blood who probably knew her better than she knew them. A polite smile was ready on her face to greet the demigod. What she hadn't expected was to see Azriel fricking Quinn standing and staring at her, her face probably having the exact same expression that she could see on his. The smile froze on her face as her mind was flooded with memories.
He had the same hair, the same eyes, the same smile - he was maybe a little taller, a little more built, and maaaybe a little more unimpressed. She should run, she really should, maybe even hide somewhere, basically just put as much distance between herself and Az. The memory of their arguing - the last she had seen of him almost five years ago - dissipated as Az began walking towards her. Holy sh*it, she mouthed to herself, suddenly very aware that she looked a little bit like crap with her hair a mess and the still-healing bruises on her left leg. She didn't even know why this was the first thing she thought of, but there it was.
Until, of course, Azriel reached her and the first comment out of his mouth was about her not being a Hunter. Talk about chivalry. "And a 'hello' to you, too," she replied drily, trying not to acknowledge the odd sensation of dread in her stomach. Vividly, she again remembered her last words to him: that he didn't understand that she wanted to be a Hunter, something more than just a mortal. Yeah, well, she was clearly more than just a mortal now, considering her lurid - if a bit dirty - orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. Her smile was saccharine as she continued, "And how are you, Az?"
Despite her cool and collected demeanour, and the easy sass that poured from her lips, Shana was scrambling. What did a girl say to a boy who had offered to protect her, but had told him that she was an independent woman and she needed no man? Technically, it still stood, and she definitely didn't need a man, but Shana felt the first prickling of shame that she still wasn't a Hunter. Artemis hadn't asked, but was it because the goddess had sensed a hesitation in Shana that her older sister Lizzie didn't have? Shana had been defensive of her decision to Az, and now he was standing in front of her, five years later, and she still wasn't silver. F*ck, but that was embarrassing.
Azriel had watched as her dark hair had turned towards him. Her dark eyes that he knew held a unfathomable storm behind them, meeting his own. Her words silently mouthed a very uncouth sentiment which truly was utterly Shana. When other girls pasted a smile, she gave a scowl. When they frowned, she smirked. He hadn't been able to shake her out of his head. Shana and her wild ways. He had swallowed her dismissal, her sheer rejection of everything that he had offered to give her. He had tucked it away and locked it down firmly into a box that he had been content to live with. That was all pending on her joining the Hunters though. He had been able to overlook her rejection because of her desire to join a cause that he would never understand. It had seemed to make her happy though and he hadn't been able to get anything through her thick skull otherwise. So he had lived with it. Assuming she had as well.
As he came closer to her though, it became increasingly obvious that she had never gone through with her plans. Azriel continued frowning as she sarcastically commented on his lack of manners. As if he gave a single care about what was demanded of him socially. He was in no mood for those games or mock niceties.
His eyes scanned over her face as she stood before him. She looked rough, perhaps she had been on the road or recently back from hiking. Either of those possibilities were well within in her realm. His eyes snagged on the blaringly obvious orange shirt and he felt as if a shovel had smacked him upside of his head. Greek. Could it truly be possible? Perhaps she had gotten herself kicked out of the Hunters and taken in by the Camp.
Azriel crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Oh, I'm just wonderful. My home has been overrun by orange-clad children. Now answer the question Shana." He didn't let his eyes move from hers. Say it. He needed to hear her say it. He needed to hear the words leaving her lips that she hadn't gone through with her plans. That she had lied to him. That she hadn't been honorable enough to be honest with him. Or perhaps too cowardly to not join the group nor seek him out. Either way he wouldn't give her sympathy.
She had made her choices and he wanted to hear the confirmation in her words out-loud. "Tell me, was any of it true? Or do you and your kind just enjoy preying on the hospitality of Romans?" He let his eyes move from her. He made himself focus on the groups of orange and purple conversing. He hated how easily she could get to him.
He hated that each movement she made forced his eyes, unwillingly, to her. He hated that she was standing in his home, wearing the colors of Greece. He hated that she had no sympathy or remorse over what she did, all of the lies she had told him. He sighed in irritated, his hand running through his hair, "You know what, as lovely as this has been, I have places to be." He couldn't muster a goodbye or a see you around, his chest tight with anger. Az moved to step around her, to leave her where she stood.
It was so like Azriel to focus on the one fact that she still wasn't a Huntress. Despite having only stayed with him for a very short period of time, it concerned Shana - and secretly gave her a little thrill - that they had come to know each other's personalities scarily well. She didn't know if she was just that much of an open book or if he was or if they both were, or if the fact that they had been trying to outrun a monster together had meant they had formed some sort of connection. Shana would severely like to say no thank you to the latter, because there was no way she wanted to be attached to Azriel in any way. She had an immortal life of virginhood to look forward to - she didn't need to be concerned about any type of male demigod, especially ones that were looking like they could kill her if she said the wrong thing.
But it shouldn't matter, because anything she said would be the wrong thing - she had known it from the moment her eyes locked with his. He would be unforgiving, but Shana didn't need his forgiveness. She didn't need his permission or his validation; in fact, Shana didn't need anything from Azriel at all. But as he sarcastically replied to her comment and then talked smack about orange-clad children invading his home, a very clear jab about her being a child, obviously, Shana found her ire rising. "These orange-clad children have walked through Hades and high water to get here, Az, so mind your mouth before I knock it in for you."
It was as though something in her - a monster, please let it be a monster - reared up and took over her brain and her tongue, always ready to go up against Azriel. Sure, Shana would always stand up for her own beliefs and her own morals, and she had always been an independent thinker and never allowed anyone to really boss her around. But there had always been something about him that got under her skin; it all came roaring back, the feeling of losing control whenever she and the male demigod started arguing. Perhaps this was why Artemis hadn't invited her in yet. Maybe Huntresses needed to be more cool and calm and collected and not rising to bratty boys throwing a tantrum.
He was glaring at her now as he continued prodding her, asking her again if anything she'd told him was true but not really letting her actually answer. Well, Shana wasn't going to be intimidated by that, and she fiercely met his gaze, arms crossed. But like a mature individual, she allowed him to say his piece, ready to give him her mind whenever he decided to finally stop for breath. And then he had the audacity to try to walk away from her without even letting her say anything?
Instinctively, she reached out a hand and snagged the sleeve of his shirt, pulling him back without an ounce of gentleness. "You don't get to walk away from me like that, Azriel Quinn," she snapped, hair practically crackling in anger. If her eyes could spit fire, the male demigod would have been burnt to a crisp. "I'm not some kid you can just scold and then walk away assuming my lesson has been learned." Shana barely paused for breath as she continued on, fingers still tight on Az' shirt to ensure he couldn't walk away with his dignity. "For one, I would never lie about wanting to be a Hunter, but in case you weren't aware, it's not like a club where I can just sign myself up and everything's fine. She told me I wasn't ready, and I trust her judgement. She'll tell me when I am and I'll believe her." Az didn't need to know that had been fourteen years ago. Some embarrassments didn't need to be shared. "For two, I don't f*cking answer to you. And for three, my choices were to fight for my life out there in the mortal world or to come here - so you can imagine how much I'm regretting not choosing the first option considering coming here apparently comes with the clause that I'd have to deal with you."
Azriel had half expected her to apologize immediately. Or perhaps to begin her explanation and then launch into a flurry of apologies following directly after. Of course that would have been the natural and expected thing for a normal girl to do in this situation. A normal anyone, male or female. Basically anyone who was not Shana. Instead of apologizing and explaining though, she launched into threatening him.
She was at least a foot shorter than he was and he had a good minimum sixty pounds on her, yet he didn’t doubt for one second that she would, at least attempt, to follow through on her threat. Azriel made a point to look her up and down slowly as he assessed her. "Yeah, you look like the picture of health and strength." The words came out bitterly sarcastic, as many before that had. She was always quick to bring out the worst parts of him.
The parts of himself that he didn't like acknowledging. He could handle anger issues. That hardly made him stand out in the Roman camp. What he could not handle were the feelings of protectiveness. The pain of being a jilted lover. The way his eyes snagged on bruises that looked fresh, forcing his blood to feel warmer. The way he had to stop himself from removing debris from her hair. Emotions like that were the ones that he preferred to keep locked deep down and away. Where he could pretend they didn't exist.
Az could feel his body begin to get warmer. He had stayed too long in her presence. In her Greek, non-hunter, presence. He could feel a small rivulet of sweat run down his back. It was time to go. He moved to walk past her, but of course things could never be that easy around her.
He felt her tug strongly on the sleeve of his shirt. Had it been anyone else, male or female alike, he would have shoved them without hesitation or regard as to how or where they landed. With her, his traitorous body relented to her command. He stopped immediately and she was already speaking, as if she knew there would be no question that he would stop for her. Another thought that made him want to punch something.
She spoke about him treating her like a kid and he gave a humorless laugh, "No, you're right. You're much worse than a child actually. At least children tend to learn their lessons." The words were said quickly as he inched in between her verbal assault. He knew from experience that when she had something to say, he might has well bide his time because she was very well going to say it. No matter how long it would take. He listened silently. He had tried keeping his face clear of any emotions but as she brought up that Artemis herself told her that she wasn't ready, he raised his eyebrows.
Azriel would never, ever, apologize for being defensive about her not being a huntress. Ever. That had been the golden ticket that she had waived over and over in front of his face as he had offered her security and safety. As he had offered her a home with him. No Az, I'm going to be a hunter. The words still clear as a bell in his memory.
She continued speaking, throwing every accusation back at him as she sounded off on the camp and dealing with him. As she finished up her rant, his words picked up following immediately after hers. "Me? Do you really think dealing with you is a joy?" His face made sure that she was certain of his opinion on the matter before he continued on. "And spare me the sad story of you having to fight by yourself out in the mortal world. I was the one who offered you a home here first remember? I was the one who offered you safety. Or was that one too many frivolous hiking trips ago for you to remember?"
He knew he should leave. He knew that he was wasting time but he couldn't. For one, she still had his shirt firmly in her grasp, but more importantly he knew that even if he did leave her, she wouldn't leave him. At least not in his mind. He would find himself still thinking of things he wanted to say. He would find himself wondering what kind of trouble she was getting into because she was clearly going to at some point. He took a deep breath in, a good and solid breath back out. He needed to clear his head and calm his mind. He should have known by now that he would never get anything through that thick skull of hers.
He looked away from her glare, one hand running through his short hair before replying once more, trying to keep his voice calm and low. "Look, you're right. You don't owe me sht. I just thought…" Gods he knew he shouldn't have left the forge today. He kept his gaze firmly onto the ground in front of him. "I just thought that I would have heard something from you. It's been years." The last word causing his voice to waver. He wasn't sure if it was the anger, the pain or both but gods he hated this. He told himself that he hated her, though he knew better than that.
And there it was, the up and down assessing look that she knew had been coming. It had been the reason she had been embarrassed about the way she looked, no matter how many times she had told herself she didn't need his validation. Because at the end of the day, some part of Shana was always going to care about what he thought, and she figured that was pretty normal, right? Most everyone cared some iota about what other people thought, even the ones who said they didn't give a rat's gluteus maximus about anyone's opinions. It was ingrained in them as humans, and probably even as demigods - their history was littered with punishments for the slightest offenses because gods had massive egos, after all. It was normal for Shana to still care a bit about what Azriel thought, especially considering she did look like she'd gone through a forest on a speedrun. She twitched, discomfited, but fought to keep her face unaffected. At the very least, she would pretend it didn't bother her too much that he looked at her like that.
"I'll still kick your gluteus maximus," she replied, the retort easy to come and stinging from her tongue. At the very least, she would try, and Shana liked to think she had gained some fighting skills at Camp Half-Blood. After all, she didn't survive the journey from New York without fighting her own fair share of monsters. She was no longer the human they had both thought she was when they'd first met; she was a demigod in her own right. Sure, she may never be quite as good as a warrior as he was, but at least she could hold her own, and she'd probably be able to land a good solid punch on his nose if she really wanted to. Her nostrils flared as he dared interrupt her tirade when she hadn't done the same to him, but Shana was going to be mature and she was going to ignore that bit about her being a child. Learn her lesson, pfft. If Azriel wasn't careful, she'd teach him a lesson, see who was the one who walked away learning something new about the other.
As his own angry tone replied to hers, Shana felt her own anger rise. This had been them their last few hours together. Just arguing, a constant push and pull in their battle of wills. It was the same thing they were fighting over now, because that was just so on-brand for them. It didn't matter that back then they'd both thought she'd just been a normal - albeit blessed - mortal. Neither of them had known she would be a demigod, which, as it turned out, was only a good thing that she hadn't gone to his home. If she had, she would never had been claimed as a demigod in her own right. Everything happened for a reason, after all. "Yeah, and you know what, Az? If I'd gone back home with you then, I would never have found out I was a demigod myself," she replied heatedly. "I'd gone back with you here, then what? My mother is a Greek goddess, something I didn't know until after I left, and then what would I be? Just stuck here, in your home, protected but ignorant of what and who I really am? Give up my dreams just because you wanted me to? No."
Things were escalating to a ridiculous level now. Shana's self-control had long since disappeared, probably lost somewhere amongst Az' first accusations. This probably was not a conversation they should be having loudly or in the middle of camp, and probably not on her first morning in her new home, but they had never been able to stop when it came to each other, were they? They had constantly bickered, from where they should go to whether they should heal, or if they should stop by a cabin or keep running. Shana readied herself for a fight that promised to go on for hours; funnily enough, she never ran out of energy when it came to arguing with Azriel. With anyone else, she might have run out of patience and given them up for a lost cause, but with Azriel, she could go all day and all night trying to have the last word. It was not a trait she enjoyed having.
But when he sighed and ran his hand through his hair, Shana felt her strength sapping like wind out of her sails. The daughter of Demeter was not quite ready to deal with this level of emotions and stress, not on her first day in camp after having to fend for herself from New York to California. Dealing with Azriel and his anger towards her had temporarily vitalized her when she had to defend herself, but this Azriel was new. Different, somehow, like trying to reread a story that had been rewritten by a different author. Shana knew what to expect, but some parts were different and new and didn't quite fit into her understanding the same way. Young Az did have some soft moments in between all their arguing back then, but this one felt... sad. She didn't like it at all.
"I... didn't know." Her words were hollow, not used to this kind of emotion from the male demigod. "I didn't know that you were Roman and I was Greek." She could tell him. She could tell him that she had asked around for him, she could tell him that she had tried to find him, but no one at Camp Half-Blood knew what a demigod would be doing in that part of the country. She could tell him that she had tried, that she had wanted to find him, but the words were stuck in her throat and she shoved it away in the furthest area of her mind. Shana was not going to admit that she had missed him. Clearing her throat, uncomfortable with the emotions coursing through her heart and blaming it completely on her hike across the country, Shana continued, "Listen, can we just continue yelling later? I think I really need to get some food." She was weak because she was hungry and healing and not at all because this was unknown and uncomfortable territory with Azriel. Not at all.
Even as she stood in enemy territory, his home territory. Obviously outnumbered and hopelessly at a disadvantage, she continued to threaten him. A smile that he couldn’t control pulled at his lips. Not in mockery exactly, but at the sheer audacity that was Shana. He almost spoke up then. The words were on the very tip of his tongue. To say something to goad her into a further argument. To say something that would cause her to make good on that threat, a fact to which he had no doubt that she would attempt to make good on.
She would launch herself at him, in the most unproductive way possible, unless she had miraculously gotten better at fighting since they had last seen one another. She would throw a punch, something that he could easily deflect and her body would be near his. Intent on giving him Hades but too small to accomplish much. He could see the scene play out in his mind. A very uncomfortable thought bubbling up and asking if that was why he was so intent on angering her. If that was simply the only guaranteed way to get her close to him again and if that was the case, how very pathetic it was.
So he promptly shut his mouth and dropped the smile. He needed to leave. He needed to exit the situation and forget that she was here. Force his mind to focus on anything else in the world outside of her eyes. Outside of the dam gravitational pull that she seemed to always suck him into. Like two black holes pulling towards one another in mutual destruction. But then he had to get self-righteous and chastise her. Something he might have felt better about had she not promptly retorted. The words turning the anger that he had been feeling into ice.
Azriel's eyebrows raised. Demigod. She wasn't just a blessed mortal. She wasn't just some sort of huntress in training adopted by the disorderly Greeks. She was a demigod. She was a disorderly Greek. It made sense of course. Looking back, he supposed it all made sense but gods he had never considered that a possible outcome.
She had made a choice, a very long time ago, that he had never been able to understand but he had hoped. Somewhere deep down inside of himself, somewhere with all of those other emotions that he hadn't allowed himself to make peace with. He had hoped that one day she would stride into camp. Silver-blessed and beaming, illuminating his dam life just like she had when she had saved his rear end all those years ago. And he would make his case again. Hoping she had her fill of that by then. Hoping that enough time had passed for her to sew whatever wild oats she had needed to. That maybe he'd be enough.
That had been a fool's hope and he knew that but hearing the words, the confession of her lineage spoken out loud, it was like a death blow to whatever fantasies he had ever had. Even if she did change her mind on the hunters, even if Artemis herself said that she wasn't fit and could never be one of her own, their differences were astronomical. His life was Rome. Period. His family was here, his whole life was within the borders, his future was here. There was nowhere that a Greek could fit. There was no version of a future that he could ever offer her. His spiraling thoughts were running rampant and saved only by her voice speaking up again.
She seemed to have been just as emotionally drained as he was and as he listened to her words, heartbreakingly soft, his eyes met hers once more. Az nodded, the words equally quiet and every bit as empty, "I know. I know you didn't." He obliged the thoughts for just a moment more. The thoughts that wanted to burn the whole dam camp down because the girl who had always been barely out of his grasp, had now become wholly unobtainable. A future that was dreamt and then taken away in the shadow of mere minutes.
Then he pushed it all down. Threw away the lock and the key. Swallowing hard, he looked away just for a second before meeting her eyes once more, "I guess you really could make good on that threat then?" His lips pulled just a fraction to the side in a hollow half-smile.
He looked past her, nodding ahead to the large columned mess hall. "Yeah. It's straight ahead, to the left." He paused, collecting his thoughts before speaking. Reminding himself that she was no longer, nor would she ever be, anything more to him than a friend. "Shana. I won't apologize for wanting to keep you safe." with me. "But I am glad that you found your family. I'm glad it all worked out for you." And he was. "I have a class to teach but I'll catch you around alright?" He gave her as sincere and faultless of a smile as he could manage before moving back, pulling out of her grip and out of her life.
It was... uneasy. This tense silence, filled with so many things unsaid. The very air was charged, and Shana didn't know what to do with it. She didn't even know why they were both so tense. Sure, they hadn't left on the kindest terms. Sure, he had offered her something very personal and valuable and she had - in essence, she could admit - rejected it. But didn't he understand that she had had no choice? She knew Azriel thought she had a choice, but for herself, it didn't feel that way at all. Turning her back on her goddess, on her lifelong dream, on her family, to take a chance at an unknown future with a boy she had known for a few weeks? It had never been a choice, and it irritated Shana beyond belief that he couldn't understand. It was all fine for him, he had known his whole life he was a demigod - he knew his place in the world, in New Rome.
For Shana, especially at that time, the whole demigods exist thing was unusual. She had known Artemis existed, but to have half-god, half-human children running around the world chasing monsters seemed so out of touch of her reality. All she had wanted was to travel, go hiking, exploring new places. She had never dreamed of joining his universe, for that was what it had felt like: a completely new solar system that existed at a separate plane from hers. While the adventurous side of her could have been curious about it, the fact that she had wanted to join Artemis meant she had to turn her back on the rest of the world. Shana had focused for so long with that on her mind that the idea of going with a boy to unknown territory for the rest of her life was unfathomable.
And then she found out she was a demigod herself, and it was fine because she had thought she had gotten one step closer. Perhaps that was what Artemis had meant when she had said Shana was not yet ready at eight years old - she had to find out about her true heritage, and she had to fulfill that part of her destiny first. Shana understood that. Even if she had found Azriel back then, she wouldn't have been able to go with him and turn her back on her lifelong dream. Why couldn't he understand that this was something she had needed to do and be since she was a kid?
It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Their history, their present, any kind of future they might have. They would never travel on the same path - hers would always move away from him, because she had wanted to become a Hunter. This distance between them felt different, somehow, heavier and saltier and it ached at Shana that she was feeling this way at all. She had said her goodbyes to Azriel however many years ago, and she had gone without looking back. Why was it now all of a sudden like this? What had changed in the last four years? Absolutely nothing, except for she was now a demigod herself. Her aspirations remained the same, his home remained the same. Nothing had changed, and yet it had felt as though everything in her life had been shaken upside down and nothing fit right the same way again.
The daughter of Demeter didn't like this new dynamic. She would very much rather they have a screaming match, yelling about whatever, just not this suffocating disappointment and hopelessness. This had never mattered before. She didn't like the slump of his shoulders nor that sad, sardonic half-smile he gave her when he told her she really could go through with her threat now that he knew she was a demigod herself. This wasn't them; they were arguments and bickering and battles of wills. It churned something uncomfortable and unpleasant in her stomach and Shana just wanted to get away. She didn't meet his smile, her gaze clear and direct and expressionless as she met his eyes. Shana had nothing to hide, and she was not going to pretend she liked what the heck was going on.
She didn't even turn to look towards the direction he was pointing; she would find it with easy directions like that. Instead, she just kept her eyes on his face, reading the tics, finding the lines between the words and between his eyebrows and on the corners of his lips. He wasn't telling her something, that much was clear, and Shana knew she didn't want to find out whatever the Hades he was keeping too close to his chest, because she was afraid she already knew what it was, and she would not-- she wouldn't do anything about it. At all. As she watched him smile at her, insincere yet as bright as the sun bearing down on her shoulders, Shana felt an unfamiliar ache in her chest. This wasn't them. And when he excused himself telling her he had to go teach a class, Shana didn't understand why a part of her wanted to reach out to touch him on his arm and tell him to stay.
He wouldn't apologise about wanting to keep her safe - he hadn't needed to tell her that. Azriel would never apologise, much less about that. Her upper teeth bit down on her lower lip as she forced herself to keep her tongue, to not call out after him, but she didn't need to. She didn't even know what she would say. There were no words left to be said. For another heartbeat or two, the daughter of Demeter stood in the same spot, the light breeze tickling the ends of her hair as she watched Azriel walk away, a strange, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her that it may not have been the best idea to come to New Rome after all.
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