Disclaimer: Don't own PJO, nor do I own the song "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri.


"The world has changed," says Hermes. "A lot of time has passed by." You nod, gently touching some moonlace and watering the lattices filled with honeysuckle.

"Does Lord Dionysus wish for some grapes?" You're trying to change the subject, trying to distract yourself. Hermes glances at the grapevines dotted with red and purple.

"Dionysus is fine." Another nod. He coughs and states, "He's dead now. Looking for rebirth I believe."

No, you don't overwater the roses.

Hermes shifts around a bit, feeling a bit awkward. "I'll be on my way now. Expect a visitor, by the way. It's almost been a thousand years." You almost prick your finger onto a thorn, and he poofs away.

Thoughts riddle your mind as you frantically leave the garden, not noticing how the moonlace in your hand is glowing more than usual.


i have died everyday, waiting for you


He has a scrawny body, you notice, much scrawnier than most of the heroes that wash up. You hear groans, obviously. All the people that wash up are hurt, and it's your job to heal them as well as fall in love with them and watch them leave you time after time again.

You try not to, you really do, but you're doomed to get your heart broken.

But, not this time, you think to yourself. It'll show the gods that you're not just some flimsy little goddess they can trap and play with as a toy.

You're absolutely determined not to fall in love.


oh how the fates loved to prove you wrong


Steadily walking toward the boy, you observe him for a few moments upon arrival. Wispy strands of blonde hair interlock in a matted and not to mention bloody mess. A distinct scar decorates his temple and hues of black and blue polka-dot his arms.

You can't help but to smile at the slight amount of drool running down his chin. It reminds you so much of he's dead. He's gone. He's in a different life.

Another groan elicits from his split lip and his eyelids groggily open as if they were holding the weight of the world. The second thing you notice are his eyes. Green eyes. His green eyes.


every breath, every hour has come to this


Your breath suddenly cuts off, and you jump back in surprise. He regards you with curiosity before cocking his head to one side, panting heavily. His exhales are almost as quick as yours.

"Are you okay?" A hero that's able to talk the moment they arrive is a very nice change. The dark circles under his eyes make the green shine even more.


heart beats fast, colors and promises


He leans in; he's worried, and you, believe it or not, actually thank the gods for once. His eyes have that knowing sparkle in them, as if to say do I know you?

You can feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into his eyes.


how can i love when i'm afraid to fall?


Eyebrows furrow together, slightly confused as he opens his mouth to speak once more. Instead of letting him speak, you dive into his bruised arms, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly and burying your face into his neck.


one step closer


He hesitates for a moment before placing his hand on your back softly, and that's all you need to know that he's going to stay.


i have loved you for a thousand years, and i'll love you for a thousand more


AN: That was different c: This was written in the same style as 'a lingering flame'. If you haven't checked that out, then you totally should. After you leave a review of course.

Second Chances and Moonlace.

~Taffeh