the golden one;

FUCK

IM BLINDED

THE FLUENT DIPS

THE HALF MERMAID TWERK

IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS BUT

SO NO MORE JOB

SO..

But he heard something, though. Amidst the sobbing and cries for help, he heard something— someone. “Hyunchul? Who’s that?” He thought, trying to hold back the sobs. His lips were dry, his tears his only source of liquid. He wasn’t even bleeding, not one drop of blood has come out of his body. His thorns repeatedly puncturing him yet not baring any holes. It was odd, he could’ve sworn they bore right through him, but then his thorns are made of his own flesh and that in itself was odd enough.

His eyes were drying up as well, tears unable to flow down his cheeks anymore. Everything felt futile, but he knew someone was out there. Someone called and he didn’t even care if it wasn’t for him. It wasn’t a given that it wasn’t for him, though, since he himself lost every sense of being after the shock and pain he’s been put through. “Help me, someone!” He screamed, knowing full well that was the last time he could do so. His throat was dry and his lips were cracking, his entire being dangling from a thorn bush that was himself. Things couldn’t get any worse.

Except it did. All of a sudden, he heard the sound of wings approach him; approach everyone in the god forsaken garden. He would’ve looked up, if he had the energy to do so, but there was nothing to replenish his energy so he didn’t. He couldn’t. But he should’ve, because the next thing he knew, he was being eaten. Hideous birds started to surround him and block out everything in his line of vision with their wings. One of them even stared him down, looking at him straight in the eye— he could’ve sworn it smirked at him before starting to eat his limbs. And if that wasn’t enough, it became a never-ending cycle, every limb they tore slowly growing back. “NO!” He managed to shout, just before his jugular was bitten. And as it slowly grew back, he tried to see past the bird’s wings, seeing a lone figure down below.

Mephitic stench of death hung low overhead even if none of those poor souls met their impending doom just yet. This was their very own hell. Yes, the synapses in her grey matter had finally interconnected to form an epiphany of some sort of the grounds her feet were planted firmly on. Earth seemed like a distant locus on the globe compared to this desolated hellhole. The one thing she had yet to acknowledge was the reason why she was even here in the first place. To be yanked impudently out of her own reality into such terror was an other-worldly act of its own and she dreaded the consequences that might follow. Atramentous clouds swirled haphazardly in a hazardous manner over the tortured but alas, there was nothing in her wake and power that could be done. Lachrymal droplets that streamed incessantly down her pearly skin had begun to burn her cheeks adorned by the shade of a thousand dying suns. An aerial graze of her wintry fingertips across the apple of her cheek revealed minute zagged fissures as if her very tears were corrosive liquids. A cry emanated from her lips; for which exact reason, she couldn't pinpoint.

Casting her own distress aside, golden hues trained themselves back on her sibling who was in so much agony. A myriad of discombobulation befell her ethereal features for she hadn't a clue as to how to get to the other side. Bang and punch as many times as she could but not a single crack was visible. Perhaps not to the naked eye. All her attempts were disappointingly futile and how she wished that she could go back in time just to get a sense of normalcy once again. "STOP THIS!" The increased decibel of her voice echoed around her and rang in her head. Crashing down to her knees, the pads of her palms were still hopelessly banging on the imperceptible barrier, hoping, praying that a miracle would occur and fracture the barricade made of nothingness. Her sole purpose of being here was to provide aid to her brother who had perhaps committed some reprehensible doings in the past for no one would be subjected to such harsh and ill treatment for doing laudable deeds. Perhaps, he wasn't the man she supposed him to be. Perhaps there was more than meets the eye. Nevertheless, he was still her blood and flesh and whatever sins he was condemned to pay were also hers to shoulder. And then, just like that, the wall disappeared and the girl lurched forward only to meet the ground.

Opening his mouth widely to her, his expression transformed into a smirk. “Magic.” He wiggled his brows at her. “Don’t need to be a child of Hecate to do that. I think I could totally be a magician if I tried.” He continued, his eyes forming lines as he struggled to hold back his laughter. 

How was she supposed to act while being around him? At that moment, she didn't know what to say. Should she try to initiate a casual conversation about, say, their godly parents. No, that would probably make things more awkward for the pair. Thankfully, the son of Ares just couldn't seem to run out of things to say and what he just stated a second ago piqued her interest.