★🗯️°⋆ ▌𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗𝐄𝐃 ━ percy.

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. you're the only one who knows

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: you're the only one who knows
( possibility - lykke li )

❝ oh you're so on ❞

Bane stops at the doorway of Deianira's room. She watches as Deianira packs her belongings into a small backpack, the tension in the room almost palpable. "Hey," she says, her voice unusually quiet. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Deianira looks up, a little surprised by her sister's serious tone. "Yeah, sure," she replies, her hands pausing in their packing.

Bane sits down on the bed next to her, her gaze fixed on the floor. She seems reluctant to speak, her fingers picking at the fabric of her jeans. A ball of lead weighs down her stomach, doubts and fears crawling up her throat. Bane shifts on the bed, chewing her lower lip as if contemplating whether to say more. "Are you... going to be okay?" she asks quietly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

Deianira pauses, her hands stilling over the clothes in the bag. She turns to look at her sister, her eyes holding a mix of surprise and something else. "Of course I'll be okay," she replies, a small smile on her lips. "I'm a demigod, remember? Quests and monsters are kind of our thing."

"Yeah, but they're not your thing. You're twelve, you've.. you've never done this before, I just want to make sure you're going to be okay." Bane says softly.

Deianira's expression softens as she takes in her sister's worry. It's rare to see Bane so serious, and it's even rarer for her to be this openly concerned. She puts down the bag and moves closer to her, taking her hand and giving it a slight squeeze. "Bane, I'll be fine," she assures her. "Percy will be with me, and I can handle myself."

Bane looks unconvinced, her fingers gripping Deianira's hand tightly. "But he can't protect you all the time," she says, worry threading through her voice. "And what about your powers? They're... unpredictable. You can't control them, we both know that."

Deianira flinches involuntarily at the mention of her powers. She hates how out of control they are, how they seem to have a mind of their own sometimes. She tries not to think about it too much, but she knows Bane is right. "I can handle my powers," she says, her voice firmer now. "I've been practicing, I've been getting better."

"I believe you, Diya, I know you're trying..." she pauses, then sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "I heard about the prophecy."

Deianira tenses at her sister's words, her stomach knotting with unease. She had been trying not to think about the prophecy, the words echoing in her mind like a bad omen. "What about it?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.