May 22, 2021
Hugo and Harry.
Brothers from Texas, 19 and 9, living in NYC - gardeners at Purple House. -, children of Persephone, the flowers goddess.
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Hugo and Harry.
Brothers from Texas, 19 and 9, living in NYC - gardeners at Purple House. -, children of Persephone, the flowers goddess.
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Life Couldn't Be Better.
⠀⠀Meu irmão não poderia estar mais saudável e bem, depois de todos os treinos e o controle da bagunça que os seus poderes recém-florescidos vinham deixando em seu corpo e espírito; todas as nossas náuseas, dores de cabeça, ossos fracos e quase-queda. Ele teve a dor, eu o sentimento, e mesmo que talvez eu estivesse com a pior parte de tudo isso, vendo-o sofrer, eu não pude deixar-me padecer. Nunca pude, nem mesmo onde deveria encontrar paz — nem mesmo nos jardins de Hera, onde quase morri de chorar por deixar uma criança supostamente partir no meu lugar, ou mesmo no abraço da minha mãe, onde eu sabia que assim que ela terminasse de falar eu precisaria voltar para todos os meus problemas e, de fato, usar a força daquele abraço a favor de mim. Eu nunca tive a opção deixar de lado, até que os dias de hoje chegaram.
⠀⠀Nossa relação não poderia estar melhor. Após meses tentando fazê-lo entender sobre a situação com Marcus e todo o peso que uma morte carregava, não poderia esperar que Harry soubesse daquilo muito antes e muito melhor que eu. Que ele já havia me perdoado antes que eu perdoasse a mim mesmo; por um tempo estive irritado, pensando em tudo o que havia feito apenas para prezar por nós, mas notei, depois, que tudo o que eu fazia esteve me cegando de ver o que realmente acontecia. Estávamos em paz o tempo todo, eu era quem fazia a guerra. Me desculpei por isso, nos dias de hoje.
⠀⠀Eu me formei no colégio depois de achar que nunca poderia ser melhor que no ano anterior. Não me acho mais tão burro quanto antes e, depois de muito tempo, Harry foi minha companhia no baile. Meu relacionamento se foi no Natal e tudo o que ele havia criado também; não há mais raízes podres agarrando meu calcanhar, me mantendo sobre um eterno caminho de galhos secos e pontudos onde eu não podia me mexer, mas estar sempre a mercê da chuva e da tempestade. Eu ainda tenho cicatrizes na sola dos meus pés, mas nada dói tanto quanto ser atingido pelo raio hipnotizante dele foi. Nos dias de hoje, dói muito mais saber o quanto eu pedi para que ele me atingisse até morrer. Pequeno deus cruel, filho do amor, que manteve a marca de trovão no meu peito tal qual Thor em seus piores inimigos. Tudo aconteceu ao contrário do que eu gostaria, do que você pregava e do que o seu maldito parentesco divino tem a oferecer.
⠀⠀Eu não poderia estar mais feliz. Ainda trabalho como jardineiro no mesmo lugar, que pertence a uma das melhores amigas que já tive. Harry me ajuda quando não tem dever de casa e tê-lo por perto o tempo inteiro é um alívio; ainda tem os monstros do lado de fora, e sua constante irritação. Mas fora isso, problemas bonitos — são tudo o que temos, nos dias de hoje.
Nos dias de hoje a vida não poderia estar melhor. Eu rezo a todos os meus deuses para que continue desse jeito. E eu finalmente... posso tocar minha gaita em paz.
// hhi hi i made a solo on twitter :3 it's not great but eehhhhh
Persephone looked up at the snow with a wide smile. Even though she was on Earth when she was supposed to be down in the Underworld; Hades made yet another deal with her. If she didn't moan or groan about being stuck in the Underworld for the rest of Winter, he'd let her out for a week. She of course said yes because she had only ever seen snow in pitcures. She couldn't wait to see the beauty herself. She was estatic when the white feather-like object touched her face, that was visible underneath her robbin egg blue and gold cloak, giggling as she looked around with happiness. It was truly magnificent. To be able to see it in person. The snow was beautiful. She realised why do many people enjoyed it. It was so picturesque, the snow covering the ground and mountains in front of her like a fluffy white blanket and matching pillows that were just as fluffy. And the way it landed on the trees. To most what seemed so bleak was absolutely beautiful to her.
Coffee and Chaos
First day of work equates to; spilling coffee all over his clothes, setting the copy machine on fire, losing someone's chameleon (don't ask how he got a chameleon), and almost having to call 911 for help. Hongbin was sure he'd be fired, but thank God for realizing that it was a test and not actually the first day.
"Oh my, that was. Not pleasant." And it sure as hell was terrifying. He noted to himself. Hongbin wanted right now to crawl away, on all fours, turn on the t.v. and watch some new anime. It was terrifying being at the school. And no, it wasn't because of all the mutant students or the threat of anti-mutant protesters, but instead the fear of new people and them quickly judging him. They probably knew the basics of Hongbin; 5 accounts of second degree murder and 5 years in the mutant jail. They all probably knew, but that is the past Hongbin, and that didn't bother him at all (actually just a tiny bit), but he had to learn to conceal don't feel.
"It was only the first day, everything gets better." He pouted and walked back to his teacher dorm.
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Crash into amnesia - AU - Twitter RP solo
*Life consists out of a series of moments in time. Some filled with joy and others filled with sadness. As with all moments they all have a beginning and all have an ending. None will last forever, and all will affect you. But what happens when out of nowhere all those moments are wiped out. When you step into a reality where people you loved have died and where people you can’t remember appear to love you. What happens when you have forgotten every single moment that made you who you are? ----- My mind didn’t register the screeching sound of tires on the asphalt road, nor did it register the scent of burned rubber as Matt yanked at the steering wheel in an attempt to avoid the sudden obstacle on the bridge that was Rebekah Mikaelson. It only registered the familiarity of the situation. Only difference? I could see everything happening through the eyes of my mother. As the car went flying through the air, I could see the reflection of the head lights in the water, I could see how the darkness of the water loomed closer and closer only to crash violently against the windows. My body lurched forwards, the airbag of no use. It had barely subdued the shock. My hands dug into its fabric as water invaded the car. It smothered me. Fingers curled into it in a poor attempt to free myself, push it away... Writhing in the passenger seat, I finally succeeded. The following moments happened in a blur. I could distinctly see someone swimming outside the car. The tenacity to save Matt that coursed through me as my gaze fell on him through troubled water. And then... there was nothing but silence. My body swayed softly as water clashed around me yet my thoughts were distorted; they faded into darkness as my eyes closed. Water replacing oxygen in my lungs ------- The strong typical scent of anti-bacterial products. The humming sound of machines surrounding me. The beeping synchronical to every beat of my heart. The violent throbbing of my head. All those factors yanked me out of my dreamless state of sleep. Drowsily, I fought against the weight that seemed to rest upon my eyelids as I slowly opened them. There were muffled voices around me. A strong hand squeezing mine. “She’s waking up.!” a voice I recognized as Caroline’s exclaimed. – “As if we couldn’t make that out for ourselves, Blondie”, an unknown low voice retorted. His voice was laced with sarcasm. “Shut up, Damon”, Caroline retorted. Damon, was it? Stirring, I emitted a pained groan, my eyelids fluttering open and closed as I tried to adapt to the bright lights in the room. I could make out blurred images. Someone squeezed my hand gently again “Elena? Shh, it’s okay. Can you talk?”, once again a stranger’s voice reached my ears. Squinting my eyes, I frowned once the blurred shadows surrounding me became more pronounced. A handsome guy hovered above me, green eyes observing me worriedly. “Hey”, he whispered, his hand leaving mine only to brush with his index finger along my cheek. Instantly, I recoiled a little. Who was he? He furrowed an eyebrow. “Elena?”* Who are you? *I croaked, my eyes flickering with panic and unease as I start to look around the room. Caroline. Bonnie. Matt – why was he wearing a hospital robe? – Jeremy. And right next to him a raven haired guy who looked perplexed at what I had just said. Confused, my gaze shifted back at Jeremy. He seemed older. What--? The beeping that indicated my heartbeat picked up.* Jer? Where are mom and dad? Are they okay?