✸ Heaven Is A Good Place.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM ✺ To Where Souls Rest.

Prelude / I. My First & Last Letter To You

You would have known even if I didn't tell you, that I was not much less of a fool now as I had been when I marched on their doorstep thinking they'd answer with both of their hands folded on their front. They have deceived me, as did all the heroes that bent down to their aureate ankles; wishing for a figment of peace after carnage, you know how that ends.

I could laugh and laugh and laugh about my ill-fated imprudence, but you'd probably beat me to it. You would have told me that they would have never changed for somebody important, for somebody you thought was important. You would tell me: They are all the same. We are all the same. (No we're not.)

There is a numbing sensation festering inside me as I dream of how this conversation would end. In the backlog of it all, probing questions would come to bite back at me after all these years of waiting for some kind of respite: Would it change anything if I wasn't foolish back then? Would I still lay on a field of ember grass, facing the burning sun, as the world ends? The answer: I don't know. I think I won't ever know.

A part of me has become immortal, out of my control. A predator who has overcome every monster in its field of vision, now overcome with some divine restless sensibility. I have collected every prey in every place of battle (There is nothing for me here anymore), have their ashes emblazoned on every inch of my skin like pinpricks of thorns awakening me from my nightmares. (Let me die with the men I have fought with.)

Now, the bell has rung once again. I don't know how many times I have heard it disrupt restless mornings but it served as a reminder for a demon like me. The bell rang twice for a dead man who died, thrice times for a momentous celebration, and six times to ward off monsters, demons, and evil spirits. Does a predator count for a monster? If you think not, I would urge you to ponder once again. A predator is always a monster to those it ravages.

You and I are quite alike, you know. We are both on the verge of ruin, but it doesn't hurt ruining everything we touch (Doesn't it? Or have you gone used to it that pain subsides?). There is a numbing sensation festering inside of me as I lay on a field of ember grass, facing the burning sun, as the world perishes by the holy one's hands. There is nothing they could do to stop its (my) ruination. It has been a slow, painstaking process that took thousands to build, thousands of years. Growing inside of me like a docile monster fighting its urges to snap like a branch, no one can stop it now as I stare at the vibrant sun with lifeless eyes. The waiting game is a game of one. So, go. (I am damned, please-- don't let me be alone).

Go and let me wither like remnants of salt tears on a sweet morning. (Don't)

But, if by some miracle, you decide to linger a while, the damned soul inside of me wants to tell you this: We are the same, you know? So, I pray to you; Do not leave me be. Haunt me until I don't feel alive anymore.

Somewhere There Is Home.

THE DAMNED SOUL ✺ RUMI DI VELYS

THE RED HERRING ✺ LUKE CASTELLAN

Someone Who Feels Like Home.

Aphrodite / As Described

Hecate / As Described

Thalia Grace / Ruby Cruz

Annabeth Chase / Leah Jeffries

Jude Harper / Lola Tung

Percy Jackson / Walker Scobell

Salt Greenbriar / As Described

Clarisse La Rue / Dior Goodjohn

Grover Underwood / Aryan Simhadri

Silena Beauregard / Momona Tamada

Percy Jackson and The Olympians Cast ...

❝ I Couldn't Travel Back In Time.

Now, I Don't Think I Want To. ❞

// Mildly Inspired by Frieren: Beyond Journey's End.

o. back with another story i'm going to ghost after a few weeks.
oo. jude and salt >>>
ooo. ruke owns my heart (prepare for a ton of heartache)
oooo. i only own rumi, salt, and jude. the rest goes to rick riordan.