Run Away From Here ((Jace))

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Taryn was an early riser and always had been. She awoke with the sun and crept out of the barracks, stealth being no issue as her father was the god of thieves. Not that she thought of him as her father. Her mother's husband would always be the one she thought of as her dad, regardless of her mom's adultery. She could be seen as crazy for how scantily she was clad as it was quite chilly out, but the only thing on the girl's mind was running. She was dressed for the occasion, an athletic tank-top paired with track shorts and running shoes. The cool air brought goosebumps to her pale skin as she made her way to the Field of Mars. Sure it was usually used for war games, but the open field was perfect for a long run. Besides, it wasn't as if she was about to run through the streets of New Rome.

A grin spread across her face as she made it to the sea of grass. The girl lowered herself to the ground and stretched, making sure her legs were warmed up. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck with a charlie horse for the rest of the day. Once she was loosened up and already a bit sweaty she got back to her feet, putting her hair up in a ponytail and shoving her earbuds in. It's no fun to run in silence. The music blasted in her ears and she took a deep breath before taking off, long muscular legs carrying her effortlessly. She could go like this for hours. The sun basked the field in a soft orange glow as it rose, her shadow long and elegant. She always seemed to lose track of time when running, going and going no matter how much her chest ached for oxygen. 

She ended her run in a somersault, not even slowing down as she rolled onto the floor and splayed out on her back, panting heavily. The cool grass pricked at her skin, sweat mixing with the morning dew. The girl closed her eyes as she took deep breaths to slow her heart beat. She always worked as hard as she could when it came to running. It's not like she could run away from her problems exactly, but she'd sure as hell try. Besides, there's nothing wrong with loving a good run. She was good at almost every sport, but track was her favorite. Team sports weren't exactly her thing, even if she was a bit social butterfly.

Tag: @jace

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Jace stretched out against wet grass, breathing in the cool air of the morning. Everything shone in the sunlight and swiftly changing shadows danced along heavy soil. The fields were desolate and the boy greatly appreciated the lack of company—moments to unwind were quite rare for him. And after a week spent in harsh training and devious schemes, silence was very much needed. So there he was, relaxed and freed from his troubles. For many months his life had been a busy one. Quest-planning, socializing and parties had filled the winter season with enough labor to last decades. Sparring mates had traded fists and expounded strategies with him because he was a decent fighter and a sensible peer. His reputation had been, for once, on an upswing. Inquiring thinkers and yearning lovers found themselves at his door to discuss business; even mortal enemies approached him now with some form of regard.

But as he rested, there had been something that felt…empty. Jace couldn’t place a finger on what was wrong. The world spun in his favor, but of late, the world itself seemed dimmer. Agitation stirred within him, perhaps of weariness or anxiety. Sometimes he caught himself thinking too deeply into his discomfort, other times his efforts to remain calm would be in vain. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought, turning to his side. Life is as perfect as it could be right now.

His thoughts were interrupted once he spotted a camper, a pink-haired girl, running from the corner of his eye. He absentmindedly stared, trying to sort through the foggy mess in his mind. But for whatever reason, Jace’s brain wanted to identify the running figure instead. She seemed strangely familiar. What cohort? Jace bit the inside of his lip. “First?” Raising an eyebrow, Jace stood up to get a better look at her. “No…third? Fourth?” With every word, the son of Venus took another step forward. For that moment, he was interested in one person only. As the girl began to rest on the ground Jace walked up to her, casting a shadow over the person as he stared curiously.

“Hey,” he folded his arms and bent over to study her face. “What cohort are you in?”

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The girl was surrounded in her music, humming along to the screams of teen angst that traveled through her earbuds. She was fairly oblivious to the world around her, only noticing that she was being approached when a shadow came over her. She opened one eye to peer at what had interrupted her sunlight. A boy, a very pretty one at that. A small smirk played on her lips as she slowly took him in, opening both eyes so she could check him out properly.

She didn't quite catch his words though, taking out one earbud as she stared up at him. "Huh?" she asked, not bothering to be particularly polite. He was approaching her after all. Besides, couldn't he see that she was listening to music. It was too late now to be bothered by all of that though. She supposed she might as well interact a bit. At least the boy was hot.