Beauty & Brains

    —– “ вecaυѕe… тнen, ιт doeѕn’т HURT ѕo                мυcн wнen everyтнιng   F A L L S   A P A R T. “

sick of this? was this what had been upsetting her for the last few weeks? why she hadn’t been sleeping well? scar ran a hand over tatia’s back, trying to calm her. “shh, i-i know… but you’re okay. we’re… we’re gonna get you through this, okay? i promise we’re gonna get you through this. just breathe, tati. it wasn’t real.”

“Do I look okay to you?!”  Tatia was frantic, a feeling that was ultimately unknown to the Athena child.  So often had Tatia controlled her emotions, thought about everything logically even if the situation was something most others would lose their minds to.  Now though...now she didn’t know how to think herself out of the senseless fear that was eating her from the inside out.  “I know it’s not real!  I know it’s not real yet I can’t help but react like this!  How the hell could we possibly fix that?”

she sighed in relief as her sister woke suddenly, though the tears startled her. she gently wrapped an arm over her sister’s shoulders. she didn’t want to restrict her too much, freak her out more, but she also wanted to make sure tatia knew she was there and everything was okay. “hey, hey you’re alright, tati. it was a dream, okay? just- just take deep breaths.”

It was taking longer than it usually would for Tatia to remember where she was; her mind was still half hung up on the nightmare she’d just been dreaming.  The deep breathes weren’t coming to her either and she choked on a sob.  It was a while before she actually spoke and when she did all she said was: “I’m so sick of this,” tears still streaming down her face.

scar was laying out on the porch of her cabin reading a book and enjoying the silence. she’d lost track of how long she’d been there when she heard someone scream. she let out a curse and ran in the direction of the noise, stopping short at the sight of tatia fast asleep, screaming and crying. the redhead knelt down, shaking her sister harder than she normally would. “tatia. tatia! wake up!”

Far away.  That’s what the voice sounded like to her, but just how far away was it?  No, that didn’t matter, by the time they reached her it would be too late she’d already be monster food by then if the monster even deemed her worthy of eating.  The voice sounded again, now closer.  “Here, I’m here!” Tatia called out into the darkness.  Slowly Tatia began to shake the chains of slumber and she could hear her sister’s voice now - closer.  As she felt a jolt to her body, Tatia’s eyes flew open and she gasped out a sob as more tears ran down her cheeks.

At that moment, Tatia - still asleep - was seeing a large Minotaur coming towards her while she was chained down.  It’s large hands gripped her body leading to Tatia letting out another cry as she punched at the beast in an attempt to buy herself time.  She felt her fist connect with something and then felt a slight crunch so she struck out again, not knowing her dreamt actions were becoming real as she punched Tomas in the face.  She had to save herself, she had to get out.

“ So, uh, then it snapped, and, yeah, that’s why I only have a knife blade in me and it’s missing it’s handle. But, anyway, can you pass the salt? ”

“In you?  As in the knife blade is actually still stuffed into your flesh?  Do I need to tell you how stupid that is or are you already aware?”

She giggled a bit at the fact Tatia had stated before offering an amused smile. “ Another truth you bring to the table. ” She shifted to stretch her arms behind her back and was rewarded with a slight pop as her back adjusted itself. “ I’m wondering if there’s a way to fix it, though, like a spell, or a potion, or something. I’d like to get none sand in my eyes, if possible. ”

“If you ever figure out a spell to do that you better let me know because sand in my eyes isn’t exactly something I would necessarily enjoy having to continue putting up with,” Tatia mused.

you look so cute, look at you

“How can ‘you look happy’ be taken as ‘you looked sad before, let’s talk about you’re problems’?”

“Because you didn’t say ‘I look happy’ you said I looked unhappy.  You literally said that I wasn’t wearing my usual happy face.”

“I didn’t want to pick a fight! But you’re accusing me of something I didn’t do!”

“I was just explaining why I responded the way I did, and to be honest it does have some truth to it.  The connotation is different for everyone when they hear those words.”

“Honestly, Tati, if you took it that way, then that’s not my problem, it’s yours.”

“Now you’re trying to pick a fight.  I thought you didn’t want it to get like this - why are you continuing it?”

“Honestly Tatia, it wasn’t even meant to be taken that way. I just said you looked happy, god.”

“No you said I looked unhappy and coming from you that’s pretty much the same as asking what’s wrong.”

“We tried that, remember? I sleep on the couch too often, should probably start working in bed, and make too many non-PG comments.” Scar gave her sister a gentle, tentative smile.

“Well why didn’t you just keep it up instead of bringing up the whole smile thing?”