mindfreecreator

[mindfreecreator]

“Save your efforts, there’s nothing to find here.”

Hermione emerged disgruntled-looking from the nearest bookshelf from their right. Ron swore in schock. He, as much as Harry by his side, had thought themselves to be the only ones in the library this warm summer’s day.

“Blimey, Hermione, you–” Ron spluttered and Harry thought this to be a rightfully placed exclamation.

Hermione looked utterly fatigued, as though she had not slept in days. Her hair was bushier than usual, her robes all creased and crumpled and her eyes were adorned by dark rings beneath.

She looked like she’d escaped Azkaban.

His worry only deepened when Hermione, instead of snapping back at Ron, only waved her hand airily, slumping into the next chair.

“How long have you been here,” Harry asked, exchanging a glance with Ron.

“We thought you had gone to Hogsmeade with Ginny.”

Hermione drew in a breath and muttered something unintelligible.

“Well, she found Dean Thomas rather quickly, so,” Hermione gave a vague shrug as though she didn’t know herself how that could have happened, “we split up.”

Ron looked rather incredulous.

“So, what are you doing here,” Harry asked quickly before Ron could recover.

“The same as you, looking for answers.”

A hopeful feeling rose inside of Harry, if anyone had any idea at all, it would surely be Hermione.

“And,” he pressed.

Hermione gave another shrug though her expression became even more glum.

“As I said, nothing to find.”

At once Harry’s chest fell.

“Oh,” he muttered sheepishly, “yeah you said that. I forgot.”

[mindfreecreator]

Percy wasn’t sure he could feel pain anymore. It shouldn’t be hard to count his dead friends, hell, he shouldn’t even have to count them. And there should definitely not be so many lost names, friends that he felt he saw only yesterday; friends that he felt he had been grieving forever.

Silena, Charles, before them Bianca and Zoë, after them Luke, Lee, Castor, Micheal; hundreds of demigods dead in the battle of Manhattan.

Sometimes Percy saw them in his dreams, their gaunt, pained faces sucked completely dry of life and always with regret and longing in their dulled eyes. Sometimes there was Bob amongst them too and sometimes even people that hadn’t died yet.

Nico, Will, Annabeth, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Frank, Grover and Jason.

Just the thought of his name sent Percy’s consciousness reeling with hot, soaring pain until he felt numb again. Percy knew death, hell, he’d been pretty damn near it about always. He’d been around it. He knew that trying to grasp that somebody is dead feels unreal and breezy when it is everything but breezy.

He knew that for the rest of your life, you expect that person to turn up again, somewhere, sometime. And no matter how much you try to murder that hope, it stays deeply lodged into you and slightly stabs you with grief every time the person does not show up.

Only when he felt a slight touch on his shoulder that caused him to spook so violently he spun around full force did he realise that he’d not been breathing. The pain had choked him and his lungs greedily sucked in air now, as he squinted at the outline of Annabeth before him, made blurry by his tears. He choked again and willed his lips to form a word but only a strangled sound made it out of his throat. Annabeth sank down into him shaking as they clutched each other tightly, filled to the brim with pain and grief and anger. Hot tears burned along Percy’s cheeks, ran into his girlfriend’s t-shirt and formed a puddle of his dismay.

Time was only seldomly relative in Percy’s life, but this once, it was. Grief has no timely limit.

At last, when they had no energy left to cry anymore they willed themselves upward, their hands tightly intertwined to keep one another steady.

Their friends’s eyes were equally red and stained by tears and one by one they stepped into the line and intertwined their hands, one demigod beside the other. Friends, side by side.

And so they went, to bury the seventh of them, the one missing forever now, their hero and friend Jason Grace.

[mindfreecreator]

Found this in my local anime merch shop and was shook as hell :3333

[mindfreecreator]

10.01.2022

He pushes his bed-ridden, sick-pale body further. Stubborn and unstoppable wincing in unbearable pains that he exacerbates with each step. Long has everyone given up their hopes, crying about a man that walks around dead. His whole body slumps and his feet drag at each step he forces himself forward. When will you stop? You cannot go longer, don’t you see? You’re wrecking yourself, ridding yourself of any chances you took. What for?

Still, he works his body across the earth, his cheeks have sunken and his eyes are pitch black like spilt ink that is drowning anything in it. His hands tremble at his sides, his wrist are thin and bony. Where have you gone? Who are you?

His face is frozen in a frown drawn upon him centuries ago, etched carefully, each wrinkle draped meticulously to make him seem the utmost frightened. Yet, there lays determination his eyes, that of a foolish kind; of the one that hurts when you look though it enraptures in its gross nature. Crassly he works himself further, his skin is like paper, dusty and rustling with each of his movements. Have you looked at yourself? Have you seen what you have become?

His shoulders hunch with the weight of the world’s sorrow upon them, still cradling it with care though it has crippled his once so youthful appearance. When will you stop? When will you see?

Trudging along his path like a force entitled by gods, he walks, although these gods have long vanished into the great void of nothingness.

Do you not listen? Do you not hear the endless whispers of the ghosts calling out for your mercy? Calling for you to halt in your way? Do you not recognise the faces of the dead? Were they not yours, once, before you chose to take the world’s pain?

Old cripple you walk so relentless and leave us beside you; dearest old cripple please refrain from walking, for a breath only, please turn and hear and see us lost souls you have left along your path.

Yet, whereas we cry out, he walks and disappears, and fulfils his purpose as the heir of the future, slowly blending into the fallen sun that has begun to set over the round, prosperous earth; his heirloom, his property, his care. Thus, he leaves and walks and wears the cross of the world in the fashion of the gods for evermore.

[mindfreecreator]

How a goddess dies

When the doors to her chambers opened, great mighty walls of oak the finest only, resentment pulled at her. Scorching breaths huffed out evenly from her delicate lips alluring the undead. In a moment, she faced the darkness of his face, the shadows lurking in close proximity. Each click of his heels through the dark halls brought it closer, the inevitable. She did not cry or wail or beg. She did not falter nor stand or react in any way. Scrutiny glazed her eyes. Each fold of her dress was lain meticulously before her feet. Albeit her crowned head was held hight, she seemed fatigued but nonetheless a sight to his black gleaming eyes. He was craven. She was more craven still.

Fear raced her heart yet her hands folded leisurely in her lap as the shadows crept nearer. He seemed to take his time - he knew this was her end. Each languid motion brought him nearer and made the room cooler. At last, he stood at her feet. An uncertainty grazed the crownhall and even the cold shadows caught their breaths. He stepped upwards.

She rose. The sounds of her robe unfolding were unnaturally loud. The bloody fabric licked at his feet but he didn't step away.

“If you hoped for me to beg I fear I must disappoint.”

A rush of emotions rippled through his eyes at her words, lastly settled on a cold but not unfriendly acceptance.

“I do not hope anymore, goddess,” he said and his voice swung almost with melancholy. She nodded.

“Then it shall be.“ She fell to her knees. Never had this motion looked as graceful and divine as when she kneeled. It was an odd picture almost like a painting with how they stood, though the only witnesses were the shadows and they could not talk.

“Do what you must.”

No fright stained her voice and it filled the hall with a warmth even the shadows felt. He crouched until his knees scraped the floor, the motion nowhere as beautiful as when she did it. With a tenderness contradictory to his decisions he cradled her face and touched his lips to hers. It was a bittersweet distraction, not one she wouldn't see through but at least it made the blade less noticeable when it sunk into the soft flesh of her skin sucking her life out of her.

[mindfreecreator]

P.S : I never told you, but I was falling in love...

Hello You,

You know who you are.

You are my morning coffee, the sunrise that begins my day, the bittersweet taste of chocolate on my tongue. You are the boy I lost and the girl that will never be mine, truly.

Time has been relentless on me and I can feel the cold creeping up my legs. It will not be soon until it will take all that I am so this is my last resort. My last chance.

Despite what has been, I will pick up a pen. Dip it into the dark ink and write with my withered hands the words I choked on when we were young. It pains me, yet calms me to know that I now can freely speak them and tell you meticulously how I feel.

I shall choose my words with care and wisdom to show you how much I have grown from the clumsy child that you once knew.

I remember the first time I ever talked to you and how even then it mesmerized me when your smile lit your face. How the dimples on your cheeks grew, and deepened, and how I wanted nothing more than to see you like this for evermore. I remember days filled with laughters and stupid words, days where we fought over foolish reasons and made up because yet we both knew we wanted to be happy together. We would be happy together. I remember wishing nothing but to make you smile and how I turned a clown just to see the flash of your teeth.

I don't remember how we grew up, but suddenly we were in the middle of that time consuming process. An unusual silence intruded our happiness and we smiled lesser and lesser. Until we forgot how to. I remember how much pain I bore, how many nights I cried countless tears over the sound of your name falling from my lips in an eager cry. I remember how I screamed your name in the blind rage of the hurt, only for the shadows to hear.

I remember how slowly, we worked out more trust. How we learned to forgive and comfort one another. I remember how still, you always were home to me and how much I feared to strain the feeble trust we had found. I suppose you felt the same. So we kept conversation light, not talking big things. The happiness I felt when I was with you, but again, how when you weren't looking I'd stare longingly and think: who are you?

We were busy back then, barely had time to care much for the other. That is how it goes when you grow. We found ourselves next to each other in lonely nights, carefully discussing our feelings without opening up too much. It spent me a lot of comfort. Yet I wasn't strong enough to tell you about my all.

Jokes spread between us and the laughters got more sincere. “Y'know I really loved you” The sentence said in emphasis on the past tense, and how we discovered mutual feelings. I remember wishing for you, longing for you and hurting when I saw you with someone else.

Soon our time had ended and I kissed your cheek in farewell. It was the only kiss I ever gave you. Though I left, you never left me. You were the nice cashier at the store, the warm fuzzy blanket on cozy Friday nights, the exclusive taste of tea, the sunset that cascaded down into the sea. You were the tissue that wiped my tears, the warming embrace. You were everywhere. I accepted that in order to move on but even then, you were always occupying that spot deep in my heart. and I wasn't ever trying to make you leave.

I have now lived my life with you along my side. I have had a great life and I stare wantonly at the light that is coming for me. The only weary eye of mine is turned to where you might be. I believe you are well, I quite do.

The ink is running out slowly indicating that my words like my time are limited, yet there is not an ounce of regret in me. I hope you understand that I have never once stopped loving you and that I never wanted anything else but the best for you and at the time, it was best for me to leave. Do not regret the words you never said, I heard them anyway.

You are the most beautiful thing that has happened to me through all my years on this earth and I hope this is a goodbye that does not sadden you. When I die, cry a tear or two but never a waterfall, will you? Farewell, my love, my partner in crime, my everything and all for evermore.

Yours beloved,

Me

P.S. I never told you, but I was falling in love and I never got up.

[mindfreecreator]

Once upon a dream

As the clock stroke twelve, you stopped breathing. Your nerves were on fire, body tingling in anticipation, muscles tensed and hope burning your insides. But nothing happened. You could feel all of it sink into your mind, body collapsing in disappointment and your hope crushed. Pivoting with a big sigh, you were about to go back to bed when - you saw him.

Dressed in a dark, shiny suit with satin gloves and hair parted neatly to the side, he looked just how you imagined. Your eyes flew open, big in excitement and surprise as he dropped a curtesy - a very languid and graceful motion, like a black swan sliding across the water.

He extended a gloved hand towards you, a gentle smile lifting the corners of his lips as your eyes came in contact with each other's gaze.

“Dance with me, princess”, he said, deep voice vibrating in his chest, the pleasurable sounds hitting your ears with softness. A tiny blush crept upon your cheeks as you slowly reached out to take the hand he so gracefully offered you. 

“I am no princess”, you whispered fearing he wouldn't hear but he did and smiled, his eyes turning into little crescents.

“Oh, but you are”, he said and pulled on your hand gently, placing his free one on your hip. And he was right, suddenly you wore satin gloves as well, ones that were of a soft and velvety material, feeling nice against your skin. Soft chirps reached your ears and with surprise you looked around, only to be met with the sight of a mystic forest. Sunlight was peeking through the branches, illuminating the clearing you moved upon, birds singing melodious songs of peace while the soft breeze hushed through the leaves. He was gently swaying you around, one hand still on your waist, just slightly above your hip, the other grasping yours. It felt like a dream, warm and soft. Safe.

“Be careful”, he suddenly spoke up, stopping and gingerly grasping your shoulders tilting your cocked head back straighter with soft fingertips. “Your crown might fall.”

And indeed suddenly he was showing you a diadem, which's gemstone colors matched the one of your lovely delicate and flowy summer dress that had magically replaced your night gown. 

“Keep your head up, it would be a shame to see this fall.”

He lifted your chin with a hand, gently and careful, while placing the crown back onto your hair with great care, adjusting it the one or other time. When he was satisfied, he smiled down at you generously, his eyes filled with happiness and adoration, hands finding your waist, slowly starting to sway your body again. This time you were closer and the longer you danced to the melody only you seemed to hear, the distance minimized. You ended up snuggled against each other, your hands resting against his chest, his hands on the small of your back engulfing you while his chin rested where your diadem had been. You didn't know where it went but you certainly didn't care. A sleepy warmth had spread over your body, a comfortable sense of home and your eyelids started fluttering shut soon. Soothed by the steady beat of his heart, your eyes finally fell.

“Good night, princess”, you heard him whisper lazily above your head.

When you woke up in the comfort of your bed, you gasped.

Had it all been a dream and nothing but that?

It was only then when your gaze swept right and met the diadem on your bed side table, that you found out it hadn't.

[mindfreecreator]

Proposing - Mark Lee

Summary: Mark Lee is pretty sure you are the love of his life. Marrying you might be his only purpose in life - he’s sure of it. But how is he supposed to put all his thoughts in words?

Word count: 1.654k 

a/n: First fic yayyy. way to goo! please remember that this content is pure fiction :)

It was a warm summer night and you and Mark laid on the roof of your apartment, because apparently there is an advantage in owning the flat all the way up. You were spread out next to him, stargazing and trying to make out different zodiac signs screwing your eyes to see more clearly. He was watching you from the side listening to your even breaths and you little sighs when you couldn’t make out a signs name. It was then when it first occurred to him that he wanted this to stay forever, that he wanted you to stay forever. It was then, right there on the roof the thought stroke him. He would ask you to be his wife.

Now how, when and where?

“Babe?”, you called him some evenings later. “Babe, are you alright?” Mark had been zooming out, thinking about you with a ring on your hand and dressed in a full wedding gown, not paying attention to the movie at all. He shook his head in an attempt to shake off the thoughts but you picked it up as a no and your face scrunched up in worry. “What’s happened?”, you asked, your voice laced with genuine concern. Mark thought you were the absolut cutest, and then he imagined you looking at a toddler with this expression. He felt his heart melt and came back to his senses catching only your last words. “.....the boys okay?” “What?” You narrowed your brows because he hadn’t listened but repeated your question nevertheless. “I asked if everything is okay with the boys? You’ve been a little absent lately.” He gave you a little smile and saw your features relaxing. Kissing the top of your head he smiled into your hair. “I’m all good. The boys are fine. It’s just spending time with you is always so great, I can’t help but zone out and think about us in the future, you know?” His cheeks burned at this not so subtle hint he gave you. You didn’t get it though and just wrapped your arms around him with a hum of a laughter. “You’re a helpless flirter.”, was all you said before immersing yourself back into the movie.

Two weeks passed before he dropped a second hint. You were walking around a park near your apartment and he saw you watching the children play. He objected your dreamy smile and your longing eyes and he thought that maybe, maybe you wanted it as bad as he did. As you continued your way, a cry echoed through the darker side of the park. It was much quieter and a lot less crowded here. Actually you and Mark were practically alone. Call it mother’s instincts but you immediately let go of Mark’s hand and went to look for the source of the cry. It was a little girl at five years that had fallen into a whole in the ground. Big crocodile tears were streaming out of her eyes and her knee was all bloody. With a gasp you ran towards her, gushing on. “Are you all right? Poor girl, does it hurt? It’s all right shhhh.” The little girl sank into the hug as you looked at her knee. You cheeks were flushed and your eyes were full of concern. Mark watched in amazement how you calmed the girl down. “Where is your mommy? Or where is your daddy?” The little girl shrugged her shoulders close to crying again. “Okay what has happened?” Sniffling loudly, the little girl explained how she had fallen into that hole while looking for her parents. “Okay.”, you cooed, “we are going to look for mommy and daddy now yeah?” And then you lifted her onto your arms and commanded Mark to walk on and look fo them. He watched you rock the child on your arms while humming and he imagined it was yours. His. A child with your eyes and your hair and his nose and lips. The clock stroke an hour later before you finally found the parents., who were welcoming her little girl with puffy faces and tear stained cheeks. The father had nearly no voice left but used all that was left to thank you and Mark - he even offered you money which you kindly rejected. “Y’know”, Mark said as you were walking home underneath the stars, “You looked great like that.” You turned your face to him with an arched brow. “I mean”, he clarified, “that I think that you are great with kids.” But you misinterpreted this hint and gave him a smile. “Well that’s good. I’ll have a course of toddlers for the next months.” “How that?” He didn’t know of that. “Well”, you grimaced being caught red-handed, “I kinda promised my friend to help her at the crib. And you know as I am free for the next month I thought it wouldn’t be too bad.” You gave him an excusing smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “That’s wonderful, babe.” “Really?” The surprise on your face was so cute Mark nearly busted the biggest uwu ever. He nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah that way I get to see you with even more kids.” You quirked a brow but laughed at his remark, too relieved to actually wonder about his words.

It took you two whole weeks to realise what exactly Mark had said. And now you started to wonder: what had he meant? The truth was that you had started to wish for a kid. The incident at the park, the kids in your course and Mark. You wanted to see him rock a little baby maybe a girl, maybe a boy. A little toddler with your eyes and his nose, his smile and your hair. You’d stare at the parents longingly when they came to collect their child with proud smiles and sweet pecks. “Babe?”, you said one day and it surprised Mark as you usually called out his name rather than any petname. He looked up from his phone as you snuggled onto the couch beside him. “Hmh?”, he hummed. “What did you mean when you said I looked great with the little kid?”, you said slightly nervous as you didn’t remember if he really meant that. Mark on the other side felt caught red-handed as his heartbeat rose in his chest. He stuttered and stumbled upon his own words and it seemed that he might drown in them. “H-holup..”, he finally managed and rushed to your room. Whereas he was now frantically searing for the ring, you buried your head in your hand thinking you’d said something wrong. When Mark rushed back into the living room - not without tripping of course - you were nearing tears. You wanted a child yes, but you didn’t want to push Mark. “S-so”, he said a shaking hand grabbing yours. His heart was running a marathon, rapidly beating out f his chest. He took a deep breath nudging your hand gently as he saw your glistening eyes. “You know I love you right?” You nodded expecting the worst. Mark took another breath. This was not how he’d planned. Not romantic, not lovely, it was nearly plain. But he needed to say that. Now. Right here.

“A-and because I love you so, so much.....I-I want you to...to stay with me.......like this.......forever......please?”

It ended up like a question and his doe eyes were as big as yours. Shock, disbelief, happiness, all that flooded through you in a span of only seconds. And now you were crying. One crocodile tear, another one and another. Your heart was thumping so loud and so hard you thought it might stop. Mark however thought your crying was a solid no and he couldn’t stop the immense pain he was experiencing. Now he was crying as well. You got ahold of his neck and pressed his forehead against yours. The hand with the little box he held in fron of you was shaking violently. So was your hand that grasped the ring and put it on your hand, you needed a few tries. No words could describe the moment Mark understood. Tears began flowing and he broke out the first sob, collapsing in your arms crying into the nape of your neck. It took you both a while to come back to the plain world of verbal conversation having experienced the heaven of feels. “O-oh Mark...”, you sobbed lightly and picked up your head to look him in the eyes. They were reddened and puffy due to all the shed tears but never had he looked more beautiful to you. The pure joy and sincere happiness in his eyes was probably the most ethereal thing you had seen in your whole timespan of being on this earth. He found his strength and scooped you into his arms just holding you close to him. Your hearts were beating in union and you cherished everything while relaxing. “I meant what I said.”, Mark whispered into your ear suddenly. “What?”, you murmured almost having forgotten the question that lead to this situation. He stroke your back and pressed you further against him. The breath he released hit your neck with great heat. “I liked the image with you and a kid. But I’d prefer........y’know I didn’t think this right here was possible and now.......y’know if this is just a possibility being possible then a kid of ours could be just another possibility that could possibly happen.....?” His slight awkwardness made you laugh as well as the cryptic sentence he used to express himself. You nuzzled your nose against his soft skin and smiled brighter than ever. “Yes it is very much possible. I’d really like that y’know.” To say Mark was happy was an understatement. He was thrilled in every way possible. “I love you.” “I know Mark.”