A Quiet Reprieve [OPEN]

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It was a little known fact, actually an almost completely unknown fact, that Sally greatly enjoyed poems. Reading them and writing them. It laid the chaos of the heart and mind on paper, and it was beautiful. He didn't care if they rhymed, or if they didn't, all that mattered was the heart poured into them. That was what he did all that morning, after a surprise visit from his mother that ended with her in the hospital. It wasn't his fault, but he felt like it was. He knew she came to see him, that she knew how he had missed her. Seeing her was bitter sweet. She smelled like ammonia, like the hospital. She was so pale, possibly because she had tried getting back to working. She couldn't, not with her heart so damaged. He wished he knew why she did it. All the money he made went to her, her family. Anonymously of course, she'd never accept her son's money. Even if he was only an adopted son. Even if he wanted her to be better so badly. He'd do anything, he did anything. For money. Dirty money she would have scolded him over, and never accepted anything bought with it. Things she would be arrested for just to know about.

His thick, strong fingers glided over the notebook paper. So many poems already lined the pages, things he'd only submit under his pen name. He had an image. If people knew, they might pity him. If they saw what was in his soul, they might fear him. Perhaps even he'd find a friend. That was the only thing he didn't want. A liability. A friend. He kept the book on him at all times. He'd stolen things like this from other people. Sold them back. Sold them to companies. Burned them in front of the person. Any number of things he'd rather not happen to his personal collection of poems.

Her silken hair waved and the wind sighed in pleasure.

Delusions blurred my vision

Her presence making my heart thump.

Here in this place was this priceless treasure

My heart

My soul

They broke into pieces you could never measure.

Eyes that glistened like the sun on clear water

Capturing my breath in my lungs

Unable to breath.

A lamb to the slaughter

That's what she was outside

That's what she was here

Away from the man who called her daughter

A smile that shone brighter than the sun

Drawing one in return

A smile from me that could never compare

Everything about her held the ability to stun

Except for one thing

Except for her fall

I had to run

To her side I sprung

Breathless

Without words

My arms to her waist clung

Her heart was ill

Her heart ready to give out

Though she was too young

To the gods I had pleaded

Don't take her

Not here

She was the only one I needed

Anything I could do

Anything I would do

I was just too conceded

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Tag: @sally

Word: 406

Notes: Hope it is ok. Sabella can be a trusty friend for him XD

Sabella used to go by the Acueduct a lot, it was her favorite spot in the place. that and maybe the lake, but the acueduct allowed her to get some waterfalls, and with them it was easier to make amazing rainbows, play with the colors and make shapes with them. She enjoyed that a lot and it was what she did when she had real free time, after training,m after going to the orphanage, after playing with the kids in the infirmary. She simply loved to be active, but when she was tired she only had to walk a bit and by the acueduct she would find the perfect relaxing spot.

that day had been a very busy day for her, a lot of kids in the orphanage had asked her to play with them, so she had done it, they had played with colors, paintings and making play dough castles and cities. It had been utterly fun! but she also had to rest, that day she had a double training session with ty and maybe Mattie if she was free. She had asked for that, she needed to be able to fight, to protect those kids that she now loved so much! So she decided to go to the aqueduct and enjoy some nice hours there as she ate her lunch.

She walked down the road that led to the Aqueduct and suddenly she heard someone in there. She walked slower, she listened to the man speaking... a poem he was reciting, it was something beautiful. if he had done it, then he must be in love or love very much that person, if not then he made the perfect intonation of it. She smiled and then stopped to listen to him, it was nice, soft, strong at the same time. Then the moment he finished she walked closer to where he was. "Good day..." she smiled at him, didn't say anything about the poem, what if he didn't want others to listen to them? it would had been rude to tell him she had heard them, but also rudder if she hid it, right? "those words... were like a show of beautiful heavenly colors to the ears." she made what she considered one of the best compliments she knew off, comparing his work to the colors in the rainbows that her mother did. she couldn't describe anything to be more beautiful than that.

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Poems where not meant for paper, they were meant to be spoken. The eloquence could only be perfected if one was to speak it aloud, because the way you read it in your own mind is not always how it sounds to the ears. He needed to add some punctuation into the poem, to adjust the way it was spoken. The pauses that were needed to make it sound just right. Perhaps some of the words needed to be changed around, shortened. Some of the sentences made longer. He wanted someone else to be able to read it and pronounce it all correctly just from picking it up. His heart and soul, the discord of his heart and mind where in the poem. Speaking it aloud as he wanted it to be said, pacing the walkway of a cold aqueduct. That's what he did for a time, over and over again though with a hushed tone. Few people came here. That Tyrnair boy would go to the higher parts, where one might jump from a height that would kill any normal demigod. He was a show off though, and a daredevil. There was a small betting pool on how he would die, and Sally was in on it. Though his money was on something that had a much higher pay out than girl trouble, and failed landing.

There was a bit of money on nearly everyone in camp, how they would die. Sally didn't particularly push them into wither way, mostly because he never bet on anything he could adjust himself. The prize was forfeit if anyone interfered with the death after all. Plenty of people have money on his life as well. The Dead Pool he supposed, kept things a little less grim. He made money off the last war, people who lived and died. He had a nice amount of money on that Yates girl living, people had seen how far she went for her cohort and expected her death before anything else. At least the crowd he bet with.

A voice made him whirl around on his heel. He hadn't even been watching that direction, who came from there anyways? Cursing his luck he gave her a rather sinister smirk. “Good day, a girl out here all alone? You must be confident in your fighting skills.” his lip twitched ever so slightly. He was happy to hear she liked his poem, but angry to know she had listened to him. Better to know for sure he supposed. The honest ones where always a good asset to have, and the easiest to push. The hardest to keep secrets though. “Oh not mine.” he said looking at the open notebook in his hands “They are nice those, I was thinking about selling them. Make a pretty penny without the work”

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Tag: @sally

Word: 418

Notes: sorry for the wiat!!!

Sabella looked at the guy, he said the poem wasn't his, that he only... took it to sell it. Well, Sabella believe there were people in the world who could think that art was something they could use as a coin, but for Sabella Art was the heart's expression, it was the way that a living creature had to tell the world what was going on inside their souls! "so you sell everything that fall onto your hands... no matter if it is a pure expression of the soul, or if it is just a notebook?" she couldn't believe that someone who could read a poem with such passion thought like that of it.

Then he presumed that if she was out there all alone, by herself, it was because she knew very well how to fight. Well he wasn't right. she didn't know how to fight, not well at least. some freinds and her centurion was helping her to be better at it, but she was still a rookie, so no... she didn't know how to fight well. "depends on my opponent" She smiled at him, for some reason she wanted to talk to him. Maybe it was just her mother's DNA that loved to help others no matter what. Or also because of her mother that was related to harpies, that made Sabella more likely to feel normal among monsters?

Then she looked around, he was right at that hour the acueducts were lonely, deserted, if anyone had wanted toattack her she would be a sitting duck. "and you?" she looked at him again not letting him know about her fear for her personal safety. she had confussion and fear, that also was the result of the discord in her heart at the situation. "did you come out here only to size your prize? or also to read poems that are not yours?" she asked and smiled at him, she walked closer to where he was. if he was about to hurt her, well... she had a slight defensive power that she had been practicing very hard.

As she got closer, she tried to look and observe him. If he was about to attack her she wanted to be prepared for it. well if he used his body she was, but mental ones... well that was a whole different level of defenses and she had non of them, she would still be a sitting duck. and She wondered where would Ty would be in that moment.