#c:min

[tthrillofthechase-blog]

@minrhee

Finding out Alabaster was alive had left Annabeth most certainly shaken, and though she wanted to do what she usually did with feelings she didn’t like (shove them down and never address them) it was only fair to Min that she tell him what had happened. So here she was knocking on his door around noon. “Min, are you in there?” Not hearing anything at first she banged a little harder. “Min, it’s important. There’s something I gotta tell you.”

[vxsicns]

@0ceanslover

“X and Minnie watching the sunset”

A veces el mundo, en un intento de recompensarte por tantos altibajos y cuchilladas al corazón, te otorgaba la fortuna de entrever cosas inigualables a cambio de los llantos desgarradores que una vez se profirieron en tu traquea. Había subido hasta el mirador con los pulmones cargados, ya que Minnie no era muy dada al deporte o a dar sobre-esfuerzos a su menudo cuerpecillo. Se creyó, ingenua, que andaría sola por el paraje. Pese a recrearse en una figura aditiva en la escena, la castaña no le dio importancia y ocupó sus manos, blancas y con ligeros trazos de cicatrices, en la oxidada barandilla de metal “Es hermoso” habló para sí, no para su acompañante pese a que tono empleado era audible dada la soledad reinante en la natura. Se refería a las tonalidades que andaba adquiriendo el cielo, luciendo como si los pintores que abandonaron la vida ahora se ocupasen de cambiar el aspecto de la bóveda celestial.

[avimelrose]

“so how much ketchup is too much ketchup?” avi questions, sitting down across from min at the demeter table. her siblings had taken the ketchup bottle at the apollo table hostage, leaving it empty once she finally got her hands on it. now she came to.. borrow min’s. and to keep them some company.

she put a good amount of it on her fries, looking up with a grin when she put the bottle down again. “this isn’t too much, is it?”

@pynkmin

[lxnastewart]

[Min] "Um, someone gave me this letter thinking I was you. I think it's because we're Asian. But... I read it on accident, and it's not very nice. Do you want it, or should I... throw it out?"

Lana didn’t look immediately at the girl as she came over and began talking to her, though eventually she did manage a glance in her direction before looking back down at the book in front of her. Nasty letters were hardly something she wasn’t used to by now, though they were far less common than the usual text or physical confrontation. Lazily she flicked over a page and it looked as if she were deliberately ignoring the other girl, until she eventually opened her mouth to speak. “What did it say? Anything interesting? I doubt it.” None of the messages she received were every particularly imaginative or even that threatening. A lot of it was long-winded attempts at guilt tripping or vivid descriptions of what horrors they’d like to inflict on her, but Lana never found any of them even worth remembering. “As a side note, how do you accidentally read a letter? I think you were just being nosy. Don’t look at things that don’t belong to you.” Lana’s head actually turned, and she finally looked as if she were paying more than just passive attention to the girl. “But you can do whatever you want with the letter. I have a million more just like it in my room. And if the person who wrote it apparently doesn’t even know what I look like, then I’m not going dignify them by reading it.”