“there’s so much light in you” / chaos to lucy
* ❬❬ ◝ . @enduir ( chaos ) / 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 .
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙿 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 . perched on a dilapidated pillar , she feels much smaller next to them than she does even hades . lucy is wary of compliments down here , usually those with mind enough to give them often have ulterior motives .
but what is the worst that could happen ? she is already dead .
“ 𝔦 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔶 , ” she sparkles , tossing her hair and beaming in the dark . chaos does not seem so bad , she thinks .
and many of the gods sprang from them , as well . kind beings with capable hearts and minds . the harm of discourse aside , their existence has allowed for her hope .
“ joy in the face of adversity is much more interesting , i have found , than the alternative . grief grows quite dull , monotonous . there is always light to draw from , as the moon does the far - off sun . ”
