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a likes/dislikes headcanon
In foster-care, they had called her a runner. Always managing to slip through the cracks and just bolt out of there like it was no one’s business. She often didn’t look back. She figured it was because she didn’t feel at home there, like the walls were closing in on her and the ceiling would soon enough collapse. After a few years, she realized it was just because she liked the feeling of just being able to leave. The freedom of knowing she wasn’t being tied down to a singular place.
It wasn’t that she liked leaving, it was that... she liked finding someplace new. It was that, she liked knowing that she could.
The first time she left Olympus to mislead the bounty that her adoptive parents had put over her head, she hated it. She hated having to leave, because she loved Olympus. She loved the people, she loved her home, she loved the place... What was concerning though was while she hated leaving, a small part of her seemed to hum in anticipation. When she had gotten behind the wheel, with Olympus growing smaller and further away behind her... she felt free. Her blood began to sing and the thrill of perhaps finding someplace new buzzed at her brain.
But the guilt quickly followed and she almost immediately stomped that feeling down, choosing desolate and depressing places to settle down in temporarily so that it would help her miss Olympus a bit more. So when she came back, she’d be happy and think, yes, this is where I’m meant to be...
But sometimes, her head would turn, and her eyes would linger on the open road and she’d allow herself to wonder what it’d be like to just get up and run. Run away and find someplace new... But she was home, and that shouldn’t be a thought she should entertain.
Right?
