#withcourage

@withcourage​  /  “Is that the best you’ve got?” emmett @ jasper like a little shit

      she couldn’t remember the last time he sought her out personally. they lost touch for a while , mostly kya’s fault , but she returned shortly before their father’s passing. her heart felt like each artery was being ripped apart , breaths struggling and panicked. it wasn’t until she spotted tenzin approaching that she tried to discretely wipe the tears from her eyes. 

❝ soon, it will be spring; the leaves unfold and a new wind blows... ❞  | ACCEPTING !

Katie knows and understands grief. While she may not know the specific kind that accompanies losing a parent or grandparent, since her father is in her life still, the pain that seems as sharp as a knife at times and dull in other aspects is carried regardless of how long it's been. There are times when she thinks that she's doing okay, but some days, it's near impossible to accomplish certain tasks.

There are times when her father finds her, mug of bedtime hot chocolate gone stone cold, seemingly transfixed with something else. Sometimes, she wakes up trembling from her head to her toes, fighting against a scream built in her throat. On the worst nights, she is unable to restrain it. The reality of it remained simple, though; often times, far more often than it would appear from an outside perspective, Katie found herself lost in her thoughts and in battles that already occured.

Like Frank, it's like the whole world had stopped breathing.

“I know it's hard...”

Sitting down beside Frank to actually hear what's being said, and because there's such an enormous height difference, Katie begins speaking almost tentatively. Side by side, Roman and Greek, son of Mars and daughter of Demeter, this seems almost as if an example for study in contrasts.

“I've lost some loved ones, too. That feeling of grief you're expecting is understandable. Normal, even.”

Glancing downwards at the flower crown now finished in her hands with a (slightly sad) smile, she hopes that Frank believes her. The flower crown, metaphorically, is an olive branch between a Head Counselor and Praetor. Literally, it's composed of various flowers, each with a specific meaning. Katie leans over, gently handing over the gift and allowing Frank the decision to wear it or not.

@withcourage​ said : it turns out everywhere you go, you take yourself. that’s not a lie. / piper @ annabeth maybe?

“No. No, it’s not.” Annabeth sighs heavily, shaking her head as she looks at her hands. She glances at Piper. “But sometimes it feels like one, doesn’t it? Sometimes it feels more and more like I leave pieces of myself behind.”