━━━━GREAT GODS!
❝ but do you feel like
a young god? ❞
( the blood of olympus )
( multiple characters x ocs! )
( "heroes of old" book three )
( heroes of...
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━chapter eleven, ❝reyna gets kidnapped! (thanks a lot, sis)❞ 『R E Y N A』
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━━━At least they don't end up on another cruise ship.
The jump from Portugal had landed them in the middle of the Atlantic, where Reyna and Ajax spent their entire day on the lido deck of the Azores Queen, shooing little kids off the Athena Parthenos, which they seem to think is a water slide.
She had hoped to question Ajax about what Lycaon had been talking about: the greatest of the Romans shall die. But all day yesterday, he had been his stupidly adorable, charming self, getting them ice cream and giving her compliments. She knows he was just trying to make her forget about it, but she didn't, though she couldn't find the right moment to ask him about it. He was good at that.
The next jump brings Reyna home.
They appear ten feet in the air, hovering over a restaurant courtyard Reyna recognizes. She and Ajax drop onto a large birdcage, which promptly breaks, dumping them into a cluster of potted ferns along with three very alarmed parrots. Coach Hedge hits the canopy over a bar. Nico lands on a patio table and, luckily, the Athena Parthenos lands on one beside him, flattening it and flipping a dark green umbrella, which settles onto the Nike statue in Athena's hand, so the goddess of wisdom looks like she is holding a tropical drink.
"Gah!" Coach Hedge yells. The canopy rips and he falls behind the bar with a crash of bottles and glasses. The satyr recovers well. He pops up with a dozen miniature plastic swords in his hair, grabs a soda gun, and serves himself a drink. "I like it!" He tosses a wedge of pineapple into his mouth. "But next time, kid, can we land on the floor and not ten feet above it?"
Nico drags himself to his feet. He collapses into the nearest chair and waves off a blue parrot that tries to land on his head. After the fight with Lycaon, Nico has discarded his aviator jacket. His black skull-pattern T-shirt isn't in much better shape. Ajax had stitched up the gashes on his biceps, which gives Nico a slightly creepy Frankenstein look, but the cuts are still swollen and red. Unlike bites, werewolf claw marks can't transmit lycanthropy, but Reyna knows firsthand that they heal slowly and burn like acid.
Ajax and Reyna awkwardly fumble their way out of the same potted fern they had fallen in. He pushes her off of him, helping her get to her feet, before Reyna turns and offers a hand. Both of their faces are red and Ajax keeps mumbling apologies.
"I've gotta sleep." Nico looks up in a daze. "Are we safe?"
Reyna scans the courtyard. The place seems deserted, though she doesn't understand why. This time of night, it should be packed. Above them, the evening sky glows a murky terracotta, the same color as the building's walls. Ringing the atrium, the second-story balconies are empty except for potted azaleas hanging from white metal railings. Behind a wall of glass doors, the restaurant's interior is dark. The only sound is the fountain gurgling and the occasional squawk of a disgruntled parrot.
