art by viria
florence and the machine; dog days are over
I wanted to draw Hazel and Frank, that’s all uwu
I am Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, daughter of Bellona and Praetor of the Twelfth Legion. (x)
“You do the easy thing, the appealing thing, the peaceful thing, mostly it turns out sour in the end. But if you take the hard path - - ah, that's how you reap the sweet rewards. Duty. Sacrifice. They mean something.” Art by Viria
We’re in this together,
Yeah, we’ll make it somehow
Nothing’s gonna stop us now
So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn’t know I was lost
1: What does their bedroom look like?
When you first look at Reyna, you’d expect her to be an absolute neat freak; papers stacked and organized, togas labelled for each day, her walls painted purple for that extra bit of “Roman pride”… some even thought the praetor lives in the Principia, since she spends most her time there. That is not the case. Even though the demigod prefers everything to be organized, her lack of time and habit of “throwing things around” causes her bedroom to look like an absolute mess. Her papers are scattered all over her desk, books are laid open on the floor, empty coffee mugs and cups abandoned on her bedside table, and clothes are stacked messily on either her chair or the ground. Aurum and Argentum had already made a habit of sleeping on her dirty clothing. The light bulb for the ceiling lamp had burned out a week ago, but she couldn’t be bothered to change that, either, and decided to temporarily rely on the table lamp’s light. Oh, and if you’re interested— her walls are painted a deep green color.
11: Intellectual pursuits?
Although she had never told a single soul, Reyna had always had the thought of attending college in New Rome. At least, once she’s done with her praetorship. This all started when she first toured New Rome and came across the campus, and was absolutely fascinated about the idea of being a soldier and being able to get good education. Once, she climbed onto a tree near the buildings and spent an hour or two peeking into a window, observing the older demigods attending their classes. If you’d ask her now what subject or which area would she want to pursue, you’d most likely get a blank stare and a lot of “um”s in return. What she does know is that she would like to take courses that are more mentally challenging rather that physically, something that is different from her current position in Camp Jupiter, and something that would teach her things she couldn’t learn from her years in leading the camp.
part 1 of whenever
in case we don’t get their POV in Blood of Olympus, I decided to make it up myself.
imagine getting bonus povs at the end of the blood of olympus
after all the pain and suffering we’ve been through
your characters aren’t the only ones who deserve a happy ending