"𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚"
To truly love, people had whispered in the dead of night, when the candles fade and the crickets roam, is to leave all sanity behind, to be selfish and dirty and bitter, there was nothing beautiful about it, it was ugly as it was angry.
But to have angered one that controls it, was a thought no one could bear, to have gotten it's attention and won it's gaze was what for some seemed like a worst fate, for one to be so thoroughly enraptured by the desires they bare that the one who holds it all could be moved, well what more could come close to it's pitifulness
To have somehow done both?...well that was impossible, just as impossible as the existence of children of gods were.
Percy Jackson is not mine, neither are the pictures, I'd update every Tuesday and Saturday till it's completed, it gets a little angsty so I'm putting a trigger warning for mentioned suicide, a surface mention of Nazi treatments for homosexuals, ehm what else?, I'm not even sure I can tag what I wrote as light gore, but you'd never be too safe, I think that's all, (if you see anything worth mentioning in the trigger warnings please do tell me, either in the comments or dm thank you💖) UNEDITED
This is my take on the Hanahaki disease, I hope you enjoy it(CC) Attrib. NonComm. ShareAlike