The girl with no shadow
Like an angered animal, Reilly acted on impulse and knowledge. He knew his opponent better than anyone else. His own flesh and blood standing right in front of him, frightened of his potent presence. Both siblings had always been polar opposites. Jason had always been the emotional one, the sensible one, the weak one. And on the other hand, Reilly had always been the reckless one, the heartless one, the stronger one. Even in looks were they different. Jason with his swarthy friendly looks and Reilly with his handsome golden looks. But the differences had never stopped them from caring about each other and becoming really close friends - until now. The anger and the ferocity that Reilly possessed at the moment was new, something that both Jason and Diane had never seen in him. Sure, they had seen the tantrums and the sudden adrenaline rushes, but they had never seen the wrath and the demoniac side of the golden demi-god.
It took the golden boy less than a minute to cross the distance that separated him from his prey and to pounce. There was no hesitation from his part, no remorse nor any seeable bond between both brothers. It was as if they were complete strangers preparing for a bloody tussle that would only leave one. And taking in consideration the odds of both demi-gods, Reilly was the one with the upper hand. His hand connected with the boy’s shirt as he pulled him up with no difficulty, bringing him closer to him, their noses almost touching.
“What the fuck are you doing, huh?” Reilly replied to Jason’s question with one of his own, the venom dripping from his words, sending shivers down Jason’s spine. The fear was almost tangible in the air as Reilly smirked that lunatic smile of his.
He was about to kill him, about to finish him. His mind was shadowy, his thoughts were blurry. He wasn’t thinking correctly. He was like a beast, impulsive and incoherent. But then he heard the girl’s voice, the Huntresses’ voice, soothing, calming, charming. It was the kind of voice that she had never used before, not directly to him at least. And Reilly was taken by surprise. His hand quivered for a millisecond but it was enough for Jason to take advantage of the situation, and he punched Reilly on the face.
The blonde was startled. Dropping Jason to the ground, he covered his bleeding nose with one of his hands before shielding his eyes from the sun, as if the rays suddenly hurt him. That sudden hesitation from his part was enough to give his brother the advantage he needed, and Jason took it without thinking twice. He took a step towards Reilly, ready to act.
She had felt this feeling before.
Not in any setting like it was now. But once before, at least, she had found the same chaos and pain lodged in her stomach. After a Dionysus party Diane had spent the night on the floor of the Huntresses cabin’s bathroom, huddled up in a ball of hurt and regret. Her stomach was constantly screaming at her in revolt and her mind screaming in admonishment. Everything ached - the wine not mixing well with divine blood - and tremors had spread to every limb. Although the feeling left Diane wanting to howl and cry, the noise would have resulted in waking the cabin - and finding a Diane, their supposed “leader” shaking and drunk would not have been good. So she stifled all noises, instead letting her bones cry out as her mind whipped at a furious pace; frightened of what was happening and when the dropping in her stomach would cease.
That’s what this was like. Diane was sick to her stomach; and she wasn’t sure if she was about to vomit or cry. This sudden action was too much, it implied too much. Reilly had heard everything, or close to everything, of her deepest secrets and insecurities. She had spilt them - willingly - to a man she had foolishly trusted. And now they were fighting each other for some undefinable reason, and with the look in Reilly’s eyes she knew this wouldn’t end well for Jason. She was legitimately scared, something that was not easily accomplished. It took more than a mere monster to frighten her, but right now Diane’s whole body was alight with terror. But for what? She couldn’t even figure it out, and that’s what scared her. Her body was reacting without her mind’s consent.
When she called out to Reilly she immediately recognized it as a mistake, because it caused him to hesitate in his bashing of Jason - wasn’t that a good thing? - long enough for the brunette to get his footing in the unfair fight. She should have been glad. Should have found the sickening crunch of Reilly’s nose satisfactory, or at least cheered on the sudden turn of the fight. But Diane didn’t feel any of those things; the only thing she could feel was horror and a dry throat as Reilly stumbled backwards. The sun blocked his vision, enough that Reilly must have missed Jason stumbling to his bow, drawing an arrow out of his quiver and returning to his half-sibling. He was over top of him, the chips of fate falling in a horrific pattern, bloodied and exhausted but now fighting for his life.
She wasn’t sure what made her do it, or how the words left her lips. But before Jason could touch Reilly with the lethally sharp tip of the arrow Diane let out a raw, hoarse and desperate plea.
“Don’t hurt him!”
It was a command as much as a plea; a verbal cling to his sleeve, a nonphysical step in front of his body. It was an unsummoned begging to spare his life, and it manifested in Diane’s tone. Never had she even heard that voice; the whipping that had echoed from her throat - it was foreign to her. It was wild and unreserved, nothing like her, more like a trembling wind. It, at once, trembled and barked. It was filled with latent tears and unspoken wishes. It was not her - and yet it was.
She couldn’t even be sure it was her that inhibited that body; for after that strange voice echoed from her lips, her limbs did something awfully, horribly wrong. She leapt for the pair, spring forth like a clumsy lioness, and with the force she could muster tackled Jason and rolled with him for a few moments. She seemed to hover above her own body, watching the exchange, until she was pulled back by a sharp pain in her side. Then it was all her again; a cry left her lips and her back arched. Startled and suddenly unsure of her surroundings, Diane sprung upwards with her remaining strength and sent her eyes upwards out of habit. Like a feisty feline, Diane’s training forced her body to check for any danger left in the situation. Once she saw the two men still before her, she stepped backwards as she realized what had just happened. She had protected Reilly, and she had no idea why.
(Source: diane-underwood, via reilly-anderson-deactivated2012)
So? Let them. I don’t mind.
Do you even understand what I’m saying? They mean our parents.
(Source: diane-underwood, via reilly-anderson-deactivated2012)
Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve
“Well I’ve never prayed but tonight, I’m on my knees”
Yeah, me too. But not with you, sweetheart.
The feeling’s mutual, but the counsellors are saying if we don’t try and train together they’re going to take our problem to “bigger forces.”
(Source: diane-underwood, via reilly-anderson-deactivated2012)
OMG WAIT
cause you know in this fight Reilly is obviously going to be dominating and about to kill Jason, and Diane’s freaking out and whatnot.
But if for a split second Jason gained the advantage I had this moment of inspiration where Diane is just screaming not to hurt him - but she’s talking about not hurting Reilly, not Jason. So she pulls him off him or something.
IDEK.
Anywho hope school gets easier for ya, love<3
