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Organic, After All
A/N: Have I mentioned these are not exactly chronological? Cause, like, they totally aren't.
Organic, After All
Am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame
Watch Your Language
Leo found out Reyna could speak Spanish the hardest way.
They'd been sitting in a café in New Rome talking about strategy and, admittedly, he'd been way more interested in her face than in her vast knowledge on maiming monsters, therefore, he wasn't surprised (well, not entirely at least) when the scalping hot coffee ended up on his pants.
It was still surprising enough for him to curse. Loudly.
"¿Cómo?" She said and he froze immediately. It wasn't enough to face the irony of being able to summon fire from the tip of his fingers and still get burnt from something as silly as coffee, but now he couldn't even react to it freely in his mother language.
"You speak Spanish?" The words shot out from his mouth so fast due to the shock that he almost forgot for a second that he was injured.
"Sí." She responded raising both eyebrows at him in her usual unaltered tone. And then, after a nanosecond of silence, she seemed to realize the despair in his voice and a little smirk crept in her lips – barely noticeable. ""Fluído." She added.
Leo stared at her in absolute shock. She spoke it fluently. How could've missed that?
"Ok." He said, trying to keep calm. "I understand I should not have cursed in front of you." He breathed in and out. "First 'cause you are a queen or something."
"A senator." She corrected him shrugging.
"Yes, that." He was starting to feel nauseous and kicked himself for even trying to talk to girls anyway. "And second because you're like, you know…" He stared at her. "Well, because, we…"
The evil smile was still playing on her lips, like daring him to finish that sentence.
"I really need to change my pants!" He was doing this pathetic dance because of the pain. "And I'll be back if I don't run away in shame and, yeah, like – stay there and don't hate me, please."
He grabbed his tool belt, hoping he'd manage to get some clothes out of there and made a run to the restroom.
He had come back wearing purple pants (the only thing his belt would give him) and found her staring outside the café through the window. He took his sit again in silent and tried to act cool even though the shame was crashing him.
She hasn't left, He told himself, that's a good thing. He thought about how Hazel had told him once that what she liked about Frank wasn't the fact that he was always embarrassing himself – like Leo had just told her – but because he'd always find a way to own up and come through to what he had just done, Frank wasn't ashamed of staying there and listening to the laughter.
Leo prayed that Reyna had that in common with Hazel and tried to ignore the little voice in his head saying that it was easy for Frank to own up to shame because he could always turn into a bear and eat people.
"So, hm." He drank from a glass of water the waiter served them while he was away. "Spanish, huh? Who would ever guess?"
"I thought I had mentioned I was Puerto Rican." She looked back at him again at last and he wished silently for a hole to appear on the floor.
"Yes, you did." He gasped a little on the water. He wasn't getting anything right today. "But you also said you worked in Circe's Island since you could remember."
Reyna sighed and looked almost uncomfortable. Leo wished he hadn't opened his mouth. At this point, he almost wished he hadn't left the engine room at all. If it wasn't for the fact that being with her was good even when it was bad, he'd be dead by now.
"Well," She took a sip from her chocolate and sighed, almost nervously. "A praetor has to study all different sorts of things. I took my time learning, it was still the language of my country, plus – many of the lost people came speaking Spanish. The Spa was in the Caribbean after all." She took another sip before she spoke again.
"I studied really hard and for a long time." She said once again and it sounded almost as if she was trying to convince herself.
It wasn't until a year later, when Leo was fixing her tv, that he realized in just how much crap he had believed.
"You studied really hard?" He rolled his eyes at her as she walked into her apartment in New Rome to find him sitting on her couch with a root beer on his hand. He pointed towards the TV. "Over sixty hours of recorded telenovelas on your queue and you tell me you've studied really hard?"
He had expected her to look at least a little ashamed but she had no business lying to him anymore. She took a sit next to him and said:
"You better not have deleted any of it." Leo smiled and handed her a root beer of her own.
"Nope, just catching up with the final chapters of this one. Care to join me?"
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Organic, After All
A/N: Have I mentioned these are not exactly chronological? Cause, like, they totally aren't.
Organic, After All
Am I only dreaming
Or is this burning an eternal flame
Watch Your Language
Leo found out Reyna could speak Spanish the hardest way.
They'd been sitting in a café in New Rome talking about strategy and, admittedly, he'd been way more interested in her face than in her vast knowledge on maiming monsters, therefore, he wasn't surprised (well, not entirely at least) when the scalping hot coffee ended up on his pants.
It was still surprising enough for him to curse. Loudly.
"¿Cómo?" She said and he froze immediately. It wasn't enough to face the irony of being able to summon fire from the tip of his fingers and still get burnt from something as silly as coffee, but now he couldn't even react to it freely in his mother language.
"You speak Spanish?" The words shot out from his mouth so fast due to the shock that he almost forgot for a second that he was injured.
"Sí." She responded raising both eyebrows at him in her usual unaltered tone. And then, after a nanosecond of silence, she seemed to realize the despair in his voice and a little smirk crept in her lips – barely noticeable. ""Fluído." She added.
Leo stared at her in absolute shock. She spoke it fluently. How could've missed that?
"Ok." He said, trying to keep calm. "I understand I should not have cursed in front of you." He breathed in and out. "First 'cause you are a queen or something."
"A senator." She corrected him shrugging.
"Yes, that." He was starting to feel nauseous and kicked himself for even trying to talk to girls anyway. "And second because you're like, you know…" He stared at her. "Well, because, we…"
The evil smile was still playing on her lips, like daring him to finish that sentence.
"I really need to change my pants!" He was doing this pathetic dance because of the pain. "And I'll be back if I don't run away in shame and, yeah, like – stay there and don't hate me, please."
He grabbed his tool belt, hoping he'd manage to get some clothes out of there and made a run to the restroom.
He had come back wearing purple pants (the only thing his belt would give him) and found her staring outside the café through the window. He took his sit again in silent and tried to act cool even though the shame was crashing him.
She hasn't left, He told himself, that's a good thing. He thought about how Hazel had told him once that what she liked about Frank wasn't the fact that he was always embarrassing himself – like Leo had just told her – but because he'd always find a way to own up and come through to what he had just done, Frank wasn't ashamed of staying there and listening to the laughter.
Leo prayed that Reyna had that in common with Hazel and tried to ignore the little voice in his head saying that it was easy for Frank to own up to shame because he could always turn into a bear and eat people.
"So, hm." He drank from a glass of water the waiter served them while he was away. "Spanish, huh? Who would ever guess?"
"I thought I had mentioned I was Puerto Rican." She looked back at him again at last and he wished silently for a hole to appear on the floor.
"Yes, you did." He gasped a little on the water. He wasn't getting anything right today. "But you also said you worked in Circe's Island since you could remember."
Reyna sighed and looked almost uncomfortable. Leo wished he hadn't opened his mouth. At this point, he almost wished he hadn't left the engine room at all. If it wasn't for the fact that being with her was good even when it was bad, he'd be dead by now.
"Well," She took a sip from her chocolate and sighed, almost nervously. "A praetor has to study all different sorts of things. I took my time learning, it was still the language of my country, plus – many of the lost people came speaking Spanish. The Spa was in the Caribbean after all." She took another sip before she spoke again.
"I studied really hard and for a long time." She said once again and it sounded almost as if she was trying to convince herself.
It wasn't until a year later, when Leo was fixing her tv, that he realized in just how much crap he had believed.
"You studied really hard?" He rolled his eyes at her as she walked into her apartment in New Rome to find him sitting on her couch with a root beer on his hand. He pointed towards the TV. "Over sixty hours of recorded telenovelas on your queue and you tell me you've studied really hard?"
He had expected her to look at least a little ashamed but she had no business lying to him anymore. She took a sit next to him and said:
"You better not have deleted any of it." Leo smiled and handed her a root beer of her own.
"Nope, just catching up with the final chapters of this one. Care to join me?"
Leave a review and keep me writing these! I mean, c'mon, the review box is literally *right there*