Son of Tartarus.

Edison Huang, Son of Tartarus. ↪Roleplayer If you're wanting more, fill my chalice.

[taozoku]

I do not expect you to find this message, nor to read it and give it the time of day because I realise what I have done is cruel. And what I’m going to write here is also cruel. It’s cruel in the way that I do not ask you to forgive me, but I am asking you to move on from me and try to heal the scars I have thoughtlessly given you. I ask you to heal them with the support of someone else.

I have read all of your messages and although I would like to apologise I know an apology would not be enough - so I shall abstain. That does not mean my feelings of apology are any less sincere, I regret leaving you to suffer in this way. I regret making you suffer at all.

I left without a proper message, and I know it is unlikely I shall return. This is where I shall leave a final message and attempt to give you the goodbye you deserved all those years ago.

I think hate is a suitable word for the feelings you should express towards me. Because if you hate me, you may move on all the easier. Compare me to the lover you have found, compare me in a way that will remind you of what a cruel person I am and remind you of how truly amazing they are. They will make you happy in every way I was unable to. They will give you the romance you deserve.

Think fondly of everything but me during the years we spent together. Forget me and wipe me away until the pain has been eradicated as well.

This part in my message is where my cruelty shall rear its ugly head: What we had, the time we spent together - it was lovely. Truly. I was head over heels in love and I do not regret a single moment I stayed with you. You were always, and will remain, beautiful in my eyes. So thank you for blessing me with this happiness in my life, thank you for waiting for me, thank you for loving me for all of this time.

It is cruel of me to say these words in what is most likely my final goodbye, but I cannot help it. I am utterly thankful for the time we spent together, and for you.

Thank you, I wish you the best in all your future endeavors.

黄子韬

[taozoku]

Thank you for loving me for so long.

[brbcrawlingtokorea]

[lil-duckling]

fashionista Huang Zitao at Incheon Airport 141201

[ztaohs]

this little puppy’s life has opened a new chapter as she got adopted by the hottest man on earth

[taozoku]

You're so disgustingly cute nowadays. Why is that.

To lure your nice ass in.

[chizokumoved-blog]

Hah. Bedroom? Lame. I thought there’s somewhere else nice and private you had in mind. {/ crosses his arms and snorts. } Got my hopes all high. 

[taozoku]

Oh, does that mean you had something in mind? If so, I would love to hear what you had in mind dearest. 

[taozoku]

You're so disgustingly cute nowadays. Why is that.

To lure your nice ass in.

[chizokumoved-blog]

…That magic word would be, ‘please’? You really won’t let me get away with this, do you, baby. {/ crosses his arms, eyeing you carefully with a small grin. } Sounds exciting, though. Tell me more.

[taozoku]

Manners really are everything these days dearest, and I always love hearing the word “please” coming from your mouth. [/ bites his lower lip, shrugging his shoulders a little] Why don’t you meet me in the bedroom and I’ll walk you through exactly what I want to do with you.

[taozoku]

You're so disgustingly cute nowadays. Why is that.

To lure your nice ass in.

[chizokumoved-blog]

I swear to god. {/ heaves a long sigh as he looks at you. } Instead of being uselessly hot, why don’t you kiss me or perhaps we could make out—-?

[taozoku]

Maybe if you say the magic words? [/ a hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips] I'll take you somewhere nice and private.

[taozoku]

You're so disgustingly cute nowadays. Why is that.

To lure your nice ass in.

[chizokumoved-blog]

I— Stop that. {/ pulls your hand down. } Just sit still.

[taozoku]

I'll just stand here and stare at you then? [/wiggles eyebrows]

[taozoku]

You're so disgustingly cute nowadays. Why is that.

To lure your nice ass in.

[chizokumoved-blog]

Stop being cuTE.

[taozoku]

what should I be instead-

[taozoku]

You're so disgustingly cute nowadays. Why is that.

To lure your nice ass in.

[chizokumoved-blog]

#winky face thats right

Really now, Huang.

[taozoku]

It worked didn't it?

[taozoku]

You're so disgustingly cute nowadays. Why is that.

To lure your nice ass in.

[brbcrawlingtokorea]

[volchokclothing]

[taozoku]

❀ Gardening During the Purge || Persephone and Edison || Day 1

[persephonexxbansin]

"Beautiful," she chimed to herself as she exited the dormitory building. Her eyes glazed over in excitement as she watched the chaos unfold even more than it had before she went to find Piper and HwaSa. It had only been a few mere hours since the Purge began and the bloodshed was reaching a glorious high. The screams of the terrified and the war cries of the ferocious mixed in the air to create a sound that sounded melodious in her ears. The smell of the crimson liquid was thick in the humid air. Taking another moment, she took in the sights of the various brawls with a content sigh before setting off to find her husband. 

Persephone’s black heels clacked against the bloodied cement well in tune with the sounds that filled the atmosphere around the academy. With each step, another scream could be heard. The goddess took her time walking the paved path as she searched for her beloved—no fear present in a stitch of her being. There was really nothing she had to worry about unless a crazed group of demigods decided to attack her but she highly doubted that (she was well liked for the most part but anything could happen during times like these). “Such a pity,” she sighed as her hands ran over the blood stain on her white blouse. “I knew I should have worn black,” another huff emitted from her mouth before she came to a halt. Her eyes scanned the garden, surprised that it still remained relatively untouched (really she wondered if her altercation she had earlier was the only one that happened today). Even more surprisingly, stood a demigod near the center of her favorite place in the academy. 

Persephone looked around at the carnage then back at the male, shrugging as she made the decision to see what he could possibly be doing. The goddess’s steps slowed up slightly as she came to the entrance to the garden. It wasn’t as if she was trying to sneak attack him or anything because it was already hard to hear yourself think let alone hear if somebody was trying to sneak up on him. Rather, she was trying her best to be a little more cautious than she had been previously. Seeing how, she didn’t know who the demigod was, she didn’t know anything that he could possibly had planned. For all she knew, six other demigods could pop out from Zeus knows where and if she couldn’t get away, there would be a likely chance for her to be done for it. 

As soon as the goddess’s foot touched the soft soil of the academy’s garden, the demigod turned defensively, taking a fighting stance. Persephone didn’t flinch, though, her eyes did roam cautiously around the area to make sure no one else would be popping out. Seconds after, however, the demigod’s stance broke and he bowed politely to the dark queen. It came as a surprise to her at first and she planned on staying at the entrance but fear was something Hades carved out of her heart so with her usual grace, she walked towards him. Her light voice sounded clearly over the noise around them, “At first I wasn’t going to. However, boredom quickly swept over me and I thought why should I have to stay up in my room all day when all of you get to have all the fun.” Persephone tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear as she came to a stop just a few feet in front of him. She swung her black clutch in her hand idly, humming lightly to the sounds that entered her ears. “The pleasure is mine, Mr. Huang. You’re Tartarus’s boy? Normally, I would have been able to guess that but as we both know, we’re not under the most normal of circumstances.” The goddess-queen stared at him for a moment, eyes roaming his dark features for a long moment. “So, Mr.Huang. I am curious to know of your intentions during all of this,” she motioned with her hands to all that was happening just meters away from them. “A son of Tartarus must be looking for something ‘interesting’ to do during a time like this, no?” Curiosity was definitely present in her voice as she continued to eye him and the bag he carried with him. 

[taozoku]

The goddess did indeed possess the beauty that had spoken of in his textbooks, the red marring her white blouse creating a classical picture of the word “tarnished” (diminished purity, sullied, stained) in his mind. Edison hadn’t ventured to the underworld much –more often continuing down to the depths of Tartarus– but it wasn’t hard to imagine the Queen of the Underworld, as she stood before him, upon her throne overlooking the expanse of the underworld; rightful in her position despite unwilling in her placement. It crossed his mind that perhaps the Queen was no longer unwilling in her visits to the Underworld, if her appearance before him was anything to go by.

“Please, call me Edison,” he paused, “your majesty.” It was summer, so technically, the goddess-queen before him was not a queen, merely a goddess; but technicalities were not something that he tended to live by. Edison, as a demigod, considered himself much closer to Persephone’s domain she ruled during the winter months, the Kingdom of the Underworld, than the Spring and fertility she brought about for the other half of the year; and thus saw it fitting that she be addressed as a queen rather than a mere goddess before him.

“I am not quite seeking something interesting per-say. Rather,” he paused as a gruesome cry fell across the sky, catching his ears and interrupting his speech. A sly smile fell onto his lips and he closed his eyes, his expression close to that of a human experiencing a particularly wonderful cup of wine might hold, savoring the moment before his eyelids slowly slip open, glancing in the direction of the scream. Edison’s eyes lazily drift back to the goddess before him as he resumes his sentence, “Rather, I am appreciating all the wonderful sights and sounds of the academy in its current state, quite similar to a tourist I would like to think.

“It is not easy having an affinity for someone’s suffering, not like I can go online and look up ‘suffering videos’ as easily as one can look up videos of cats playing with a box. I simply want to enjoy this turmoil while it lasts before I have to revert back to petty daydreams in the back of a classroom.” As vivid as his imagination could be, experiencing things in person was much more pleasurable and satisfying than in the recesses of his mind. The heat of a human’s skin, so vulnerable and breakable. The mind, even easier to break and crack than the body itself. There were some things, that doing out of his mind that was less desired (the messes that blood could create, really quite impressive).

“What have you been up to if I may ask? I do hope you haven’t run into too much trouble, but seeing you here, standing tall, informs me that if you have it hasn’t been too daunting of a challenge.” There were few things that could kill a god, their powers outclassing those of the demigods by leagues; but if a group was to form, of the right amount and type of people; it would certainly be possible to kill a god. Of course there would be casualties as well, but nothing too terrible. If Edison was to have the chance to kill a god, he would not; rather, he imagines himself bringing the god to their knees, watching as they freely admit to their defeat before simply leaving them there, at the mercy of their own memories. Beaten by a demigod, it was unlikely that they wouldn’t get some laughs and jeers from that. “I ask simply out of pure curiosity for what a Queen such as yourself could find entertaining about playing with a group of students barely out of the womb.”

[chaemami-deactivated20220522]

« a tattered leaf »

A line of profanities was the only sound coming from the blonde female. Her black top had been cut on the side, and with it her skin. Blood trickled from the wound and down her side and it stung worse than she imagined it would. “Gods fucking damnit.” She groaned and lifted her hand from her side. The sight nearly made her queasy; Chaerin could stomach pretty much everything, except her own blood in great amounts.

As much as she cursed the demigod who did it, she couldn’t help but give the biggest scolding to herself. “She looks sick you say, it’ll be fine you say.” She grumbled to herself and tugged her black tank top over her head and away. The motion made her wince, though she’d experience worse before during the Battle Royale. ‘That was a much bigger cut too.’ She wanted to shrug but voted against it as the motion would probably sting. “What does a girl have to do to get a bandage around here, offer a limb to the gods?” Chaerin grumbled sarcastically, her tank top was too small to use for one and she did need something to wear.

[taozoku]

It was amusing Edison thought, he had been watching the girl for the past five minutes, struggling and groping around herself to find proper coverage for her wounds yet, during these five minutes, she has failed to even notice his presence. Really, he expected more out of her. Side-stepping out from behind a tree, the demigod gave a short wave of his hand in her direction, clean clothes brushing up against the side of the tree as he leans against it, his bag plopping to the ground (she wasn’t in any condition to try to take his supplies).

“You, if I may be blunt, look like shit.” The demigod’s lips curled up at the corners as he let out a soft chuckle, reaching down to his bag and pulling out a roll of bandages; waving it in the palm of his hand to show the girl opposite of him. “I think I may have what you need, but the question is, how are you going to convince me to give them over? They are not exactly a commodity at the moment if you have not noticed.”

[taozoku]

[ how to be sick through the entirety (almost) of an event, a story by me ]