𝒮ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓎

"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭."- 𝖦𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖡𝖺𝗅𝖾

⭠⭢⭠⭢

Aerith- silver, bright, and beautiful that's what his name meant yet with each day that passed he couldn't help but think how his beauty paled in comparison to Cyrus.

What wasn't there to love? The boy was crafted beautifully by gentle hands, his hair that squalls with elegance and simplicity- and those Heterochromia eyes they would be his demise.

Cyrus Stoker would be his end.

....

Cyrus was tired, the world was cruel and hollowing. There wasn't much to do being a child of Hypnos not with the lull of sleep singing soft melodies to lay him to sleep. He wasn't sure how long Aerith was planning on staying with him, not when he was the prettiest ball of energy he's ever laid his eyes on.

What did 𝒉𝒆 have to offer?

And why has he dreamed of a warning? One that might end in war.

What happened to the infamous lightning bolt?

...

Eirian was beautiful it was obvious, his beauty could rival one of Aphrodite's children. So why hadn't he been claimed? Why was Chiron whispering something about a Prophecy? And why did his beauty disappear the second he was in the presence of Aerith?

Why would Percy look at Aerith when he was right here?

....

☆ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 ☆