They ran. That was all they could do. They ran from the undead. They ran from the evil that had yet to be picked off from the disease. They ran from place to place. Her entire existence now was running. His entire existence was to keep her safe, to keep his girls safe.

His eyes, I don't know how to describe them. They had this guarded look, but if you looked deeper, they had so many emotions: pain, anger, despair, but mostly sadness. His eyes, they looked cracked. Like someone had smashed a plate and glued it back together, knowing it would never be the same. ( His eyes. nico di angelo, percy jackson, fluff, x reader, one shot, short story )