Why The F*** Are Pirates So Damn Attractive (Theyna)

Empty and Cold

 The world is grey, upside down, and shaking violently from side to side like a ship on rough seas in the middle of a hurricane. Reyna is immediately thrown from her resting place, against the ceiling, into the nearest piece of furniture before she can ever begin to process what the living hell is going on. Which of course leads her to processing one key detail: pain. A lot of pain. It burns in her chest telling her immediately she's at least bruised if not broken her ribs and another sensation of lightness filing her head tells her she's hit it and probably pretty badly. Where the hell she is, comes as a very distant second thought, the immediate problem of agony radiating from her whole body taking first priority.

"What the fuck," she hears herself groan before she's thrown across the room once again to land this time on her back, she actually hears something in her back crack. "Shit!"

"Yeah, the motion is quite sickening," the voice comes from seemingly nowhere given Reyna can't see anything other than her clenched eyelids, but she'd recognize it anywhere. With more shock than anything else, her eyes fly open only to meet dead blue ones.

Her stomach drops to her toes and not just because gravity has changed once again.

Thalia's skin is pale and hollow as if Reyna's looking at someone carved from marble, not a person but rather a statue. A statue with cracked lips and dead, dead blue eyes. Eyes that once filled everything with emotion and a life that seemed much too big for such a person to contain, now fall on Reyna with nothing more than forgotten color. Blue, not storm, not electric, there is no life left in them and Reyna feels sick just looking at them. Gravity changes again and she goes flying this time directly past Thalia who appears unaffected by the constantly shifting ship around her as her feet remain glued perfectly to the ground.

Her expression doesn't change and she gives no hint that she even recognizes Reyna, much less is glad to see her. She looks as if she can't seem to grasp the concept of more than one facial expression, and that expression is simply a somberness that Reyna's only ever seen on one face before. Hylla's.

"Thalia what.... What happened?" Her voice sounds choked to herself but whether that's to do with the emotional impact or the fact her face had just been slammed against a wooden floorboard is anyone's guess. Thalia's expression doesn't change and her dead eyes simply follow her movements with a lazy sort of obligation, more like she feels she should be doing it rather than wanting to.

"A very predictable question. That's fair, you've always been predictable," there's no snark in her voice, no teasing, no sarcasm, but no ill intent or anger either. Her voice is so level and monotone it physically feels wrong. Reyna feels gravity pulling away again and lashes out for something to grip onto. Her hand makes contact with Thalia's and suddenly she's in an entirely different location.

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Aboard a ship she only vaguely recognizes as the Hunter ship she watches the goddess Artemis pace back and forth in her chambers, fists balled at her sides and shoulders rising and falling in barely contained breaths. Her form continues shimmering and emitting light as if she's some sort of broken gas bulb. A few feet away a woman she's never seen before lays on the Captain's bed, watching Artemis with something between concern and pain. Her face is horribly bruised and body bound in bandages so tightly Reyna would be surprised if the girl could breathe in that thing.

"We have to go back," Artemis growls, her throat is gravely and her voice has dropped to a tone that is in no way human, Reyna can feel the blood in her veins growing cold. Go back for who? For what?

"M'lady," the girl's voice is its own special version of gravelly, a tone that hurts to listen to because it's just so damn weak and so very vulnerable, however at the same time there's a quiet power in the way she raises her head towards the goddess, as if she has nothing to fear from the woman pacing around like a caged tiger. However, miraculously, the girl's voice softens literally everything about Artemis, her shoulders drop, her face turns from a grimace to a look of concern, and the flickering form turns solid once more and she looks at the girl with more tenderness than Reyna can begin to process from a woman who probably killed Thalia.