12-17-2018, 08:15 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Percy had been dreaming of blood for a month now. Red just — stayed, no matter what he did to try and make it go away. After stumbling away from The Rosebloods' territory, branches leaving bruises and scrapes from a clumsy descent down the tree's trunk, he'd just kept running. Maybe if he got far enough away from that space of imagined safety and real trauma, he could forget. But he hadn't so far. Curled up in the snow with his wings shielding him from the worst of the wind, he slept through that single moment again, and again. Sometimes he tries to think about what he could have done better, if maybe he could have saved that strange lion with the smile on his face. And that's ridiculous, 'cause he — he knows that he couldn't have.
All that does is make him feel a little more helpless so he tries not to let it bother him, just keeps pressing. He ends up somewhere that he's never seen before, squished between two mountains with a gate in front of him. The tiger shifts on his paws, wings shifting restlessly. It'd been easier last time, when he'd just climbed up the tree, but now he knows, at least a little bit. "Hello?" Perseus calls to the gate, leaning to look for anyone nearby. There's some part of his mind that's ready for it to close on his face, or maybe right after he walks past. The idea of being stuck is scarier now than it's ever been before. He needs a way out now. "Is anyone there?"
All that does is make him feel a little more helpless so he tries not to let it bother him, just keeps pressing. He ends up somewhere that he's never seen before, squished between two mountains with a gate in front of him. The tiger shifts on his paws, wings shifting restlessly. It'd been easier last time, when he'd just climbed up the tree, but now he knows, at least a little bit. "Hello?" Perseus calls to the gate, leaning to look for anyone nearby. There's some part of his mind that's ready for it to close on his face, or maybe right after he walks past. The idea of being stuck is scarier now than it's ever been before. He needs a way out now. "Is anyone there?"
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info | [i]you are only a small child and feel afraid