Corey shrugged. “If you don’t care, I don’t really want to talk about it anymore. I’m probably going to have to talk to several more people about it, you know?” He watched as she twirled her hair between her thin fingers. “That’s what normal people say, I’m just trying to keep it fresh.” He pops his collar and winks at her, laughing the whole time. “And what if I happen to find those qualities endearing? Do I get to keep you around so you can fix all of my injuries. I am a klutz, you know. I’ll probably need your help again for doing something stupid.”
Alana shook her head. “No, it’s fine we can drop it. Mhm, I get it.” She ran her fingers though her hair again, brushing out of her face. “Oh my gods.” she said in between laughs, watching him wink and pop his collar. It was almost strange seeing this side of him; he always looked upset or stressed. But now he just looked generally happy, and she decided that this was a nice side of him, surprising or not. “Well do you? And only if you promise to buy me all the takeout I want and cuddle with me every night. Then I’ll think about being your human first aid kit.”
"That’s exactly my point. I know I’m a good fighter, and I can juggle, so really what else is there? I’m perfectly happy with the life I lead. It was kind of really scary in a way, fighting with Flynn. It was different when we used to fight, because we had something to fight over, but something about that just felt so wrong." He brushed his hair out of his face again, kind of annoyed that it wouldn’t stay out of his eyes, but too wrapped up in the conversation to permanently fix it. "Well, crazy witch lady, it would seem I owe you one." He smiled again, which he realized he had been doing a lot lately. "Yeah, really. It’s like in high school, all the guys go for the skinny spoiled girls with no personality or IQ. They’re going for the wrong girls. It’s girls like you, the interesting ones, with opinions and unique senses of style and stuff. You guys are the keepers."
"I guess other people didn’t feel that way. It’s just, this whole thing was scary. Because Demigod X, even though he’s some complete weirdo, brought up an issue really prominent right now in all our lives. Yeah, I get why that would be scary." Alana brought her legs up to her chest, hugging them and resting her chin on her knees. "I think the proper way to say is I’m forever in your debt.” she teased, grinning again. Alana listened while he talked, twirling the ends of her hair absentmindedly. “Well sure, if you’re into spider-loving, Chinese-food-eating, rambling girls, then I guess I’m a keeper. But you know, I guess most guys go for something normal, even if that means boring.”
im assuming this is ooc oh lordy this always makes me nervous bc what if u all don’t ship what I ship???
top 3 ships: dETERINA, RANDY, ASIAN WITCH lol there are so many more I want to put but im playin it safe holla
top 3 brotps: Mandy and Elliot, Alana and Maya bc cute, Elena and Romeo
"Alana and the Falcon. I told you, it has a nice ring." He cracked his knuckles, and crossed his legs indian-style. As Alana talked, he listened and fidgeted with the laces on his worn in sneakers. "I agree with you, I think. I know first hand how much it sucks to not have powers, but this is the worst possible way of going about it. Kidnapping someone and using them against their friends? That’s harsh. I think its pretty safe to say that anyone who was thinking about jumping ship and joining the other side has changed their mind. Besides, I sort of like not having powers. It makes me a little more normal than you crazy witch ladies." He playfully nudged her shoulder. "No, its okay. I like it when you do that. You have a lot to say."
"Mm, I just hope the fans will think so too." She grinned a bit, playing with the hem of her shorts. Her headache had gotten better, or maybe she’d just gotten used to it. Either way she was thankful that it was over, and hoped it wouldn’t come back. "I mean, I get why demigods get upset about not having powers, but at the same time there are so many better things that make a person. Like how good of a fighter they are, or if they can make you laugh, or if they sing or are good at art of if they cook well. I guess we’re all just so focused on our powers, we kinda forget all the other things. Yeah, that was harsh. Even if I wasn’t close to Flynn, it kind of sucked seeing all the people he was hurting. Well, at least that’s a good thing, right?" she finished, looking at him. "Hey, this crazy witch lady just got your memories back so I think it’s safe to say she’s pretty cool." Alana added with a laugh, nudging him back. She looked down at her hands, smiling a bit. "Really? Well, thanks."
"Speaking of the Falcon, did you ever come up with a stage name? I can’t book us gigs until you have one." He chuckled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Can I juggle? Um yeah, of course." He made a funny face and laughed a little bit harder. "Alright, so talking. I can do that now." He thought for a moment about what to say next. "How do you feel about all this shit that’s been happening around here?" He looked up at her and brushed his hair out of his eyes, realizing it was probably time for a haircut, and her probably looked disgusting in his ripped jeans and bloody shit he never changed out of. He suddenly became very embarrassed and looked at the floor.
"Nah man, I think I’m keeping Alana. I’m not cut out for the stage name life." she laughed again, watching him. It was almost impossible to imagine him like he was when he’d first stepped into the Hecate cabin earlier that day. "I’ll believe it when I see it, Mr. Graham." she said in a mock serious voice, breaking out into a grin. Alana bit her lip, searching for the right way to describe her attitude over what was going on. "I think it’s really stupid. I get that we all aren’t equal, but it’s not our fault what we’re given, you know? What is our fault is how we act about it, and what we do with it. I get that there’s the whole hierarchy thing going on; but that’s a basic human trait. I mean, it’s not just a demigod thing. People are born with this affinity to either act better than everyone else, or vice versa. The least we can do is control it. And the whole taking away our powers? That’s like taking away our personality. I guess I just think all of this is a really stupid situation." she took a deep breath as she finished, fully aware that she’d just rambled her way into a monologue. Her cheeks flushed and she shrugged apologetically. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant." He was looking at the floor, blonde curls falling over his face and she had the sudden urge to reach out and brush them behind his ear.
Corey nodded, and a goofy smile crawled onto his face. “Oh I know, you want me to dance again.” He laughed a little bit, and leaned back on the couch. “I guess that’s the upside of not having powers, not having to feel like shit.” He didn’t want to let Alana’s night be ruined by something that was indirectly his fault. “But seriously, how can I distract you? I can juggle, sometimes, if you’re into that.” Corey was honestly amazed at how much better he felt already. He felt like his usual self, if not better. He wanted to pay Alana back for everything she’s done for him
Alana laughed, shaking her head. “Ah man, you caught me. I wanted to see the Falcon in action again.” She listened to him talk, looking up at him when he finished. “I guess that was the god’s idea of balancing us out.” She rubbed the side of her head, closing her eyes briefly. It was easier to forget about her headache when she was talking to Corey. “You can juggle?” she asked with a grin, looking at him amusedly. “Never mind that; just talk. It feels better when we’re talking.” She leaned back a little on the couch, shifting her wait a bit so she could rest her head, but still look at him.
He shakes his head. “I feel good, just a little off.” He took the moment to notice how pale Alana was getting. She looked like she was going to pass out. “Are you okay?” The last thing Corey wanted was for someone else to fall ill. It was almost as if a weird curse was going around, passing an ailment from one person to the next. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” He moved closer to her on the couch, and put his hand on her shoulder. “You don’t look too good.”
She flashed him a small smile, glad that he was feeling better. Alana was planning on saying something but suddenly it felt like her brain was trying to break free from her skull. “I’m fine, it’s just my head. Kinda the down side about having magic; you kind of feel like shit after.” She closed her eyes for a second before opening them again. The headache wasn’t getting any better, but it certainly wasn’t getting any worse anymore so she was thankful for that. Alana shook her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. :Water won’t help. I need a distraction.”
Corey smiled as Alana took his hand. Even though all of the memories, joyous and sick, now rested on a shelf in his brain where they belonged, he felt good. There was something immensely reassuring about knowing where he came from, and where he wants to go. He looked over at Alana and raised his eyebrows. “You saw it? All of it?” Its not that he minded, but Alana now understood him on a level that he would never know with anyone else.
Alana shook her head. “No, not all of it. Only some. But it was enough.” Her breathing had returned to normal, but she still felt lightheaded. Almost in the way one would feel if they hadn’t eaten for a while, but not quite. It was one of the symptoms that came along with using too much magic at once. “How do you feel, by the way?” she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. He looked a lot better than before, and she was glad for that. It wasn’t pleasant seeing him as he was before, lost and almost child like. It reminded her too much of the veterans from all the war documentaries she used to watch. Hardly aware of a dull throbbing, she was taken back a bit as she realized it was her head. Her lightheadedness was turning into a headache.