Persephone

Percy couldn't take much of the dreams that haunted her in the day, as much as it does in the night. It itched her head and formed illusions in her eyes, and she couldn't escape them whatever she does. It doesn't mean that she fought it to clear her sanity, more like she watched it all the time with straining eyes like a never-ending movie.

Just like now, she floated in the middle of a black matter, picture boxes flying by her head yet she never collided with them. It was always the same. A woman, and two very different boys. Or...males... She didn't know what to call those two. For one was angelic, yet something red seeped out of his mouth. Fair-haired, golden eyed, a light grin that could melt butter. And a pair of white, heavenly wings. The red was always there though, turning it into a morbid picture she couldn't look at for so long.

The other one however, was a figure swathed in black, a dark mist surrounding him. Raven black hair and incredibly grey eyes that showed so much hurt, eyes that knew enough pain to even describe it in words. Large black wings sprouted from his back, more majestic and regal than the other.

And whatever she did, she always chose the black one. Like her fingers were drawn to him, her whole body, her heart, her soul. She always felt a longing to be with him, and when she did, the sound of glass shattering would echo, and the woman would try to yank her back. She always heard the same name.

"Persephone!"