#sculkeeper

         “if mother finds you, you are a dead god, my king.”

❛  I’ll be, Hades. Don’t you worry. But I’m going to miss you. Will you come and visit me on Earth?❜  Bonnie asked softly, tilting her head up to meet the god’s gaze with soulful big brown eyes. Having not to see him for months would depress gravely.

                             ❝   We were different books on the same page                                           as though we were written by the same author          But the more I flipped the pages of her life the more I realized we were different genres              But just because she was a different genre doesn’t mean I didn’t want to read her    Maybe within those pages bound in soft leather I could learn something my own chapters hadn’t                                                                                taught me                                                  Maybe we were books left unfinished                      Maybe we were chapters left to be written in each other’s unfinished book                                                      Or maybe It wasn’t meant to be                                                         Cause my book was “Love”                                                           and hers was “Serendipity”   ❞

Margaret did not know how long she had been on the floor in a sickly heap, sweat beading off her brow as she struggled to try and get a grip of herself. A small pile of the contents of her stomach was on the ground beside her from having gotten sick moments before, her eyes fluttering as she struggled to awaken from her trance. "Ha...Ha...Hades..." she breathed, hoping the king of the underworld would hear her. Her pale lips quivered from the heavy sinking feeling in her gut as she tried to reach for the door on the other side of her room. @sculkeeper

            “ O K A Y  look. I don’t think you UNDERSTAND  that I’m N O T immortal. “

                                             ❛❛ tell me again  ❜❜ he said, black wings rustling.                                    ❛❛  tell you what ?  ❜❜  she asked. his eyes sparkled in the                                                 dusk light, a pair of jet stones. ❛❛  tell me how                                  the sun dies everyday to let the moon and her children breath.  ❜❜

      The goddess crossed the floor over towards his bed, a tray – with soup and a cup of nectar – in her hands. Katherine set it on the table next to his bed before picking up the cup and handing it to him, “My apologies for waking you. Nothing has happened, I just thought that after the long day you had, you might like something to eat. It’s the first thing Persephone and I do when we’ve had a long, tiring day.”

( text; hades ): okay sure papi, you can miss my birthday ( text; hades ): IF you want me to burn down YOUR house ( text; hades ): OH SHIT WRONG PERSON ( text; hades ): FML