𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖉 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 and even with such one would fear for the nightmares that kept hunting him day and night. it was not the world that scared him, but the darkness he had knew in such tender age when his own father had taken from him the chance to be anything different. it’s in his dreams that hades sees the features of his own father hunting him, praying on him, demading of hades to become like him a powerful and yet heartless god like he should be. he moves in those cold sheets and a soft layer of sweat forms around his body he wants to get out but he can’t n o t a l o n e it’s with her touch that the god his brought to reality and his lugs crave for air the moment she pulls him into her embrace.
confused are those dark blue eyes when they look around to make sure he was still laying in his chambers. one strong hand finds her and somehow his heart eases its beats. ❝ no the world is not dark ... ❞ i am , and yet those words never leave his lips.
@denieddeath ↷ cont.
