be my turbulence
He's so terrified and he hates himself for it. Son of a King, that's what he is — royalty, now royalty, till he fades back into static. I am my mother's child — my father's child — myself. He has to remind himself to escape the dichotomies.
He returns to Olympus purely because it is the hearth of the new civilization and if there is anything this prince understands it is power. Power with the wolves, power with the Romans, power with the Greeks. There is no way to go but up he thinks, he thought, unless up means Ouranus.
The old primordial gives him a soft smile and a light apology. There are no answers here, he is told. Where are they? They don't exist.
He has destroyed all that once was, he can see Piper struggling to recall herself in front of the mirror, his sister now walks with her head held down. This cannot be it.
The wind curls across his cheek, bleeding into his ear and telling him the truth. One last chance.
hey, it's been three years since i first posted — two years since i updated — and this fic is barely 2k, so i'd be very surprised if anyone's still around, but hi guys! funny how i always seem to come back to fanfic when i really shouldn't (sat next weekend unless it's cancelled because of corona!).
this story isn't over, might never be. i'm going to try updating it, but the majority of my content is going to be star wars/reylo, because i'm trash. i can't make any promises about staying on fanfiction — these worlds can suck you in, and i can't really afford that right now.
i love this place so much. i've been so overwhelmed lately and whenever i think about the last time my anxiety wasn't eating me alive and i knew how to enjoy myself i remember writing here. i've never really thought that my work was legitimate in terms of the attention it brought, particularly because it tends to be more about thought than word count. still don't. regardless, i seriously love this community. can't believe i found it five years ago — ten year old dee really had her work cut out for her.
if you're still active on this hellsite (feel like most people've moved to ao3), you have all my love. stay writing and reading guys. words are beautiful.
love,
dee (hopefully going to be semi-active!)