Theea
see the city and the ocean mist
He insists on my attention, and I pause before I rise—before I go and find my boots and run to Haulani on Kysma with him; no one would get there as fast, save for Percy. My heart is racing like a spooked bird in a small cage, because if we only have a night, Mom has to see him—
I’m not going anywhere.
He takes my hand, squeezes it, and I immediately squeeze it back—like checking a lifeline is really there.
I listen to his steady, soft explanation, brows knitting at the brace down his leg—he’d never had that before. So he wouldn’t have come from Mort’s realm with that. It’s proof of mortality, weight and metal instead of mist and miracle.
We were always moving, always vanishing at the first sign of danger; the Family—the Void—had been everywhere. We ghosted the map. Who could have possibly found us? Not even he could.
"You survived," I breathe, the word catching. I look at his leg again, then back at his face. "You survived?"
A real grin splits across my face, and I laugh, the sound bright as sun on the ocean, glimmering with every wave. My arms swing around him again, nearly crushing myself to him.
"If we’d known," I say, crying again, this time with joy so vast it can’t be contained. "If we’d had any hope… How? How did you survive?" I lean back enough to look at him again, marveling. "It took us two days to find our way down, and when we did and saw it went further…"
My head shakes. "This doesn’t feel real."
I’m not going anywhere.
He takes my hand, squeezes it, and I immediately squeeze it back—like checking a lifeline is really there.
I listen to his steady, soft explanation, brows knitting at the brace down his leg—he’d never had that before. So he wouldn’t have come from Mort’s realm with that. It’s proof of mortality, weight and metal instead of mist and miracle.
We were always moving, always vanishing at the first sign of danger; the Family—the Void—had been everywhere. We ghosted the map. Who could have possibly found us? Not even he could.
"You survived," I breathe, the word catching. I look at his leg again, then back at his face. "You survived?"
A real grin splits across my face, and I laugh, the sound bright as sun on the ocean, glimmering with every wave. My arms swing around him again, nearly crushing myself to him.
"If we’d known," I say, crying again, this time with joy so vast it can’t be contained. "If we’d had any hope… How? How did you survive?" I lean back enough to look at him again, marveling. "It took us two days to find our way down, and when we did and saw it went further…"
My head shakes. "This doesn’t feel real."
i wish you could be here for this
