R E Y N A.

INDIE REYNA AVILA RAMIREZ-ARELLANO. PENNED BY NICOLE. 

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Reyna noticed the Fifth Cohort marching to their aid with the eagle. She was so stunned, the giant almost swatted her out of the air, but Scipio dodged. Reyna locked eyes with Percy and gave him a huge smile. - The Son of Neptune

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....guess who found the login info to reyna’s blog : ‘ - ) 

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yall : inbox / plotting / starter call !!!! come talk 2 m

me @ my own poorly time managed ass:

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so there’s this video 

and this happened

[titanslayer]

🤗 : )

/ buff arms for hugging. ( not accepting. )

      the hug nearly knocks him off his feet, he’s so exhausted.  the din, the cheering and yelling and banshee wailing over what’s left of their army is making his already pouding head feel close to splitting.  it’s reyna’s strong arms crushing his ribs in a hug that tether him down to the spot, and for a moment, he’s so weak his knees almost give out.  instead of falling, he leans into her, feels cuts and bruises press into the hard lines of her armour — and he is at peace.

      not lending strength, not taking or sharing it.  it’s just a hug.  from someone who was happy to see him alive; to welcome him home.  the shouts start to form coherent words, now.  it sounds like a monstrous scream of titan slayer!

      reyna, whispering, calls him jason instead.  whispers his name in so relieved a voice, he finds the strength to squash her in a hug, too — proof that she was real, this was happening.  he survived, and that they were safer.  he has no words for this feeling, but the memory of it will always remind him of her name.

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i’ve never played a single second of ovw in my life and neither has reyna but let it be known if she did, ph/arah and s/ombra are the reasons why she would get out of bed every morning

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RICK RIORDAN COULD /NEVER/

the rpc, doing anything ever :

rick, in his home, clutching his chest : oh i’ve been mcshizzled , 

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Adria Arjona (1/?)

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You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

Warsan Shire (via illuminosity)

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also reyna, dangling a piece of avocado toast with one (1) grain of pepper, above jason’s unconscious body: please don’t be dead,

[titanslayer]

#he need some milk … :(

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........ u know u need it , 

[titanslayer]

“ don’t pass out on me! ” ( sea monster quest ? (:< )

/ no skin off my bones. ( not accepting. )

      ` i’ll be fine, `  he was, in fact, not fine at all.  summoning that much electricity knocked out a lot more than just energy — jason feels sick.  the nausea settles in his chest, anchors there, and doesn’t budge.  the only thing keeping his feet moving forward towards her is the knowledge that, were their roles reversed, reyna would not show any weakness in the face of danger.

      ( he knows, though — he KNOWS she has a vulnerable side to her now.  it doesn’t help.  it doesn’t help to know she would shunt off her fears and fragility in the face of them, for her questmates sakes.  for her friends sakes. ) 

      ` just tell me how we can get this ship moving again, `  there can be no stopping to mourn a monster; there will be no hesitating where bobby needs serious medical attention.  there can be no faltering when they have pirates on their tail, either — jason is keenly aware that they need to act like a well - oiled machine if they want to scrape through this.  ` i can — i can summon some winds to push us further out?  but — `  

      just give him a moment to be a little weak.  to lean heavily on the railings, breathe through the sickness, get his head on straight again.  he won’t pass out, not til they’re in the clear, anyway.

      ` — you’re gonna have to hold onto something.  you and bobby both. `

[thalassus]

come, hell or high water. ♆ percy jackson — a child of poseidon’s better nature: powerful, but gentle and helpful, the kind of sea that sped ships safely to distant lands. 

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"for all I knew, you had been ambushed!" Reyna is more than capable of taking of herself, but it doesn't stop Katie from worrying. her fingers fiddle with the bronze chain of constantly worn necklace, alongside her camp necklace. brows pinch together, pretty tempted to hug the taller girl in relief, and she /does/. it's only after that she realizes she might have crossed a line, even as she has enjoyed getting to know the praetor (or trying to). "I'm glad you're okay! -- you are, aren't you?"

WORRIED !  ( accepting. )

       usually, she’s the one doing the worrying ( carefully hidden behind an intricately woven facade of cool and collection, but concern all the same )— so when katie exclaims, reyna finds herself taken aback a few steps. when was the last time she had been worried over, she can’t even remember; for the most part, it was assumed that she would always come up swinging, have her own back, and weather through the worst of it. praetors held their own, after all.

     so to have a stranger ( in her eyes and for the time being, anyways ), much less a graecus approach her with such concern laced in her voice proved to be surprising, to say the least. even more so was the hug that came to envelope her a few moments later.

      “ i— ” her first instinct is it freeze up at the touch, and she does, having always been accustomed ( and more comfortable with ) initiating touch. though, she’s come to learn in the past year that touch didn’t have to equate to waning danger or hurt or discomfort— it could also easily translate to camaraderie and care. katie gardner and her affinity for botany and pure little heart ( she reminds her of sun-soaked days on circe’s island, personified )  ; of course, she meant well and only well. so reyna relaxes somewhat, even pats her on the back for good measure. “ i’m okay, i held up fine— an ambush would have just been embarrassing. we were already two steps ahead of ‘em before they saw us coming. ” something tells her a smile would help ease the other girl’s spirits and serve as visible proof of her statement, so she does when she pulls an arm’s length away.

     “ i take it you’re okay too ? ” there’s a hint of cheekiness in her tone, smile still not fading from her features—if there’s one thing she’s learned over almost a decade’s worth of quests and battles is that if you’re okay enough to fuss and panic, you are, in fact, okay; but neither could she help asking as well. 

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new icons for the girl ; v;