Life is a Journey (a theyna fanfic)

One night stands like clockwork

Reyna wakes with a pounding in her head, pushing it's way forward until it's throbbing against her skull, right in between her eyes. She groans loudly and burrows further into the back of the couch, away from the window, but she hears a loud chuckle in response to her discomfort and knows the torture she's about to be subjected to.

It happens every time they have, or attend, a party. Like clockwork, she has one too many beers than she should, ends up smothering Thalia into some sort of plush surface, and wakes up to Thalia preparing pancakes and her signature 'hangover cure.'

Reyna's never been entirely sure if the cure works or not because she's taken it every single time she's been drunk. She just knows that Percy normally doesn't get around to doing anything productive until a day after a hangover, while she only takes a few hours.

However, such hangover cures as these are never a happy thing to experience. Especially when your roommate is extremely against alcohol and takes pleasure in punishing you for your sins. The smell of tabasco sauce is already making Reyna's eyes water and she isn't even in the same room as Thalia.

Not technically anyway, the kitchen and living room are practically the same room, separated by little more than a counter and closable shutters on the counter if one wished to separate the rooms. Thalia looks like the opposite of a domestic goddess in the morning light. She's all sharp angles and shadows, with skin like paper and hair like ink. Her face is full of unmasked contempt and she smirks when Reyna lifts her weary head to glare at her roommate.

"Come on sleepy head, get it while it's still hot," and with that Reyna drags herself to a standing position, ignoring the twisting room around her. She remembers the first time this song and dance played, how thalia's hair had been down to her back then, and Reyna had still been living in her sister's house.

Nineteen-year-old Thalia had been lounging in her kitchen, much like now, wearing only her own T-shirt and a pair of borrowed track shorts. Reyna had already woken confused, never have been hungover before, and when she saw Thalia standing around in her clothing she'd nearly had a heart attack.

Now it's such a normal sight that Reyna isn't phased by it anymore. At least she wouldn't be if it weren't for the clear fact that Thalia wasn't eating properly. She'd noticed of course, that Thalia only ever ate when she watched her do so, something she's still not entirely sure why she started to do. What that man has to do with Thalia's eating habits she's never been able to squeeze out of the smaller girl.

However, when she's standing in the kitchen in one of her tighter fitting shirts and it slips over Thalia's shoulder like she's wearing something of a giant's it puts into perspective how bad it's gotten. Reyna can see the bones of her spine protruding so prominently that the blue of them make her wonder if she's seeing veins too. With a graceful, and hurried, motion she scrapes her knuckles across the bones and Thalia jumps so badly she nearly throws her pancake into Reyna's face. Instead the pancake goes flying into the ceiling.

"Reyna, what are you doing?" There's a slight tremble in her voice that Reminds Reyna why she doesn't do stuff like that anymore. Why she no longer hugs Thalia when she isn't paying attention, or surprise her with gifts or plans to go out. It reminds her why everything has to be planned, spoken about in advance, why Thalia can't even stand to watch Jurassic Park anymore.

"Sorry I just, my mind was wandering," she corrects herself before she makes the mistake. Before her words spill things Thalia doesn't need to add to her already whirling mind. Pancake drips from the ceiling and into Thalia's hair, but she doesn't seem to notice.

Her face is vacant as if the world has been left far behind her and she's all that's there anymore and Reyna knows by now that this is going to be a regular occurrence with them.