tratie one shots, vol. i

[ dead ]

again, this one's short. this is just one to get you by while i'm writing the longer one.

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She thought he was dead. 

She watched - witnessed firsthand - the arrow pierce his side, the blood spurt in every direction. 

She saw the Apollo kids carting him away, talking about a Hermes shroud.

She fought vigorously just to collapse on the ground in defeat, tears and blood streaking her face.

She thought he was dead.

But there he stood in front of her, staggering towards the Big House. He cringed when he stepped on his left foot, but he was limping along without crutches or a wheelchair.

She ran to him.

She kissed him.

She tossed her arms around his neck, making him stumble backwards, but she held on to him so tightly that he stayed standing. He welcomed her lips, but grunted in surprise and slight pain. She tasted of strawberries, he tasted of medicine. She didn't care that their reputation was of hating each other. 

She thought he had been dead.

So she told him.

He laughed, a sound that she had never been more joyous to hear. "I need to die more often, then."