The Nevers 1x03 - Ignition (2021)
Three years ago, I woke up knowing things that I shouldn’t, and was declared insane. Which for a time, I thought I was. So, yes, I keep secrets. I also drink when I shouldn’t, fight when I needn’t, and fuck men whose names I do not learn. I get nervous in crowds. I see things that aren’t there.
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stygicniron:
Nico swallowed thickly. That was a bit more poetic than he probably would have put it, but a giant gong signalling the end of the grand meal didn’t particularly inspire trust, especially when this grand meal seemed to be a recreation of the suitors all vying for attention at Penelope’s house. Nico couldn’t yet explain the gathering of ghosts, but he didn’t think the gong ringing meant that they had all sorts of time left.
Glancing up to the head of the hall, he saw a hunched figure underneath a cloak standing near the table. Nudging Reyna, he pointed the figure out to her. “I have a guess who that is. We need to get going.”
that old fear of ghosts still sits somewhere within reyna’s bones, childhood horrors locked inside the marrow. it churns out fresh terror from time to time and she thinks right now, there is good reason for it. she’s still trying to parse out exactly what is happening, between nico’s theory and the scene unfolding before them.
reyna sort of loses track of odysseus after the trojan war, her lessons and memory preoccupied with the path of aeneas to found what will one day be rome, but let’s just say it doesn’t take a genius to guess where this is going. “i— you think that’s really him?” she says quietly, eyes darting between the figure and the suitors. then, a nod. “let’s not stick around for the bloodbath. i’ll follow your lead.”
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meme call!! like this and i will send you 2-3 memes :-)
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when reyna first met jason she thought he looked like this
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titanslayer asked:
"home safe?" he should have announced himself to the goddess, shouldn't he? jason would claim it was simply in his nature to be a little abrupt, but the truth was: reyna's presence was one of comfort, like the inexplicable but powerful call to the safety of home, and as such, he often forgot to say hello when he was simply too excited to see her and speak to her.
as protector of the damned, it was nice for jason — bracingly nice — to spend time with someone whose charges were blessed with victory, peace, and . . . the pleasure of being welcomed back.
his expression is nothing short of gleeful when he smiles at her. "i thought i sensed your return. or maybe i just heard a commotion in the stables — well? how was it? was there celebrating — was there a toast to the hero's happy return, to you? tell me everything!"
“greetings,” the goddess calls, a salutation in response to his question which seemed to be in lieu of his. it’s of no matter to her, long since having grown to expect such a sudden and warm welcome from this particular god — a fellow protector of heroes. they get along well.
helmet is tucked under one arm, revealing reyna’s face, shining with a satisfactory smile. her return can only mean one thing: the homecoming of yet another hero, safely delivered back into the arms of their loved ones, their countrymen, with victory in their wake.
she can’t help her laughter at the other’s eagerness. what simple joy there is in such things, to witness a hero’s safe and happy return. reyna holds up a hand, trying to wave away his many questions, but it’s a wasted effort. she won’t get away without recounting nearly every detail — and for a god who’s domain is fraught with far more tragedies than hers ever is, the least reyna feels she can do is share in some of her glories.
“many celebrations, many toasts — even i lost track by the end there. but i did hear talk of a pasture to be set aside in my honor, one that they plan to fill with tamed horses. you know what that means, right?” her heart swells with the hope that coincides with every hero’s return, that faint sliver of longing for a champion to finally find rest. a fond expression falls on reyna’s face: no one breaks horses just to send them off to die in battle. it is a gentle art, the occupation of peacetime. “their fight is over, for now. i expect them to enjoy a period of peace for quite some time.”
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i know you’re mostly inactive but reyna’s birthday is in a few days so happy birthday to her!
tfw u realize u missed ur favorite lesbian horse girl leader of a child army's birthday . weeps and sobs
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SIGHS LOUDLY. young god au reyna fast facts
she’s a godling begotten of bellona, and is thus one of the war goddess’ aspects brought to life
so she’s a minor goddess of protecting the homeland and of those finding their way home :-)
though a minor god, her importance is never diminished: she is instrumental in the journey of heroes, the guiding hand that helps bring them back home after victory — or helps them find a home in the first place
provides aid to anyone who has a home they are willing to bleed and die for, is the pillar many call upon when their homeland is under attack
associated with horses. bc of course she is. and who better to help carry the heavy-hearted heroes back home than a beloved horsie <3
more on this later but this is just the straight tea ya feel
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