Very-very messy illustration for the last chapter of “floating, sinking” by @shu-of-the-wind, because I am bad in commenting and I just want to say thank you for this wonderfull masterpiece. I was reading it for weeks and waiting for the new chapter like it’s my birthday.
Read it if you haven’t - it is the best fix-it fic I’ve seen.
children of Zeus, with electricity crackling through their veins, turning any metal they wear into a weapon and channelling the lightning bolts from the heavens. storms are their haven and the sky is their protector.
children of Poseidon, with seaweed in their hair and the ocean in their eyes, deadly as a siren and as gentle as a wave, the sea as their home and friend; threatening their waters will lead to your demise.
children of Hades, with skin as cold as ice and shadowy faces, the light never hitting them evenly, their appearances a half-mystery. a graveyard’s mist clings to them; ghosts bow to them.
children of Athena, with a haughty air and a history book in their hands, correcting every mistake they (or anyone else) makes. their sharp grey eyes are always calculating, always thinking, always considering.
children of Aphrodite, lovely to behold and deadly to cross, as captivating as their mother, all shining hair and honeyed words, quick to break hearts and smile away the consequence.
children of Persephone, flowers springing up where they walk, sun shining on the little leaves and vines twined in their hair, on their arms, around their waists. the smell of pomegranate follows wherever they walk; Hades’ children get along with them.
children of Ares, with fiery eyes and hearts, bruises and battle scars adorning their arms, a weapon in hand, a passion in their blood. anger is their forte, rage is their accomplice.
children of Dionysus, with half-mad howling laughter as they dance the night away, turning any liquid they touch into wine, gardens blooming at the sound of their voice.
children of Hephaestus, a fire glowing in their chest, a device in their hands, always tinkering away at it. their eyes light up with an excited flame when you mention metalworking; they could talk for hours about it.
children of Hera, full of regality and pride, a heart of gold in the chest of a royal, the most nurturing of friends. they look after the sick and broken; they treat them like their own children.
children of Demeter, gardens growing in the wake of their footsteps, trees bending over their heads to protect from the sun, flowers turning to smile at them. one touch and a wheat field springs up; one kiss and a dying plant is brought to life.
adopted children of Artemis, sharpshooters with an arrow and the wild in their hearts, a bird on their shoulder, a doe at their side. the woods protect them, satyrs swear fealty, forest nymphs adore them.
children of Apollo, a bow on their back and a smile on their sunny faces, playing music to soothe and writing in their spare time. theyre pictures of perfect health; they make the best, kindest doctors.
children of Hermes, all sly grins and winks, distracting you with talk of their travels whilst they slip a hand into your pocket. lords of sharp-tongued wit and clever manipulation, language is their loyal subject; they can talk their way out of anything.
adopted children of Hestia, hearts and hands warm as a hearth as they welcome others into their homes. comfort and a sense of familiarity shine in their every movement; even though you cannot recall ever meeting them, they make you feel safe.
we tried hard to stand it. we were barely human. we were bodies stacked with pain. we never said sorry,
didn’t wanna. you were always drunk
& sad & too far gone for that. I was
terrible & I didn’t care about being better.
but now you’re standing in my bedroom.
now you’re scared & you say you
wanna get into heaven. you wanna stand in some form of light that isn’t filtered through clouds of crude smoke.
good luck, & who knows, maybe god
will forgive us for all of this. the stones
we threw, the ankles we bit, the people
we kissed. showing up at the gates
with our tails between our legs. starved & mad, two dogs who missed
their last meal, licking our wounds & itching for a fair fight.
there so much to get mad about. go ahead pick something. imagine if it helped. imagine if mattered. I didn’t cry when you left. I just circled ‘round the block & waited for you to come back. because you always do. because I know how this goes. we pretend we aren’t the same & then we realize we are & we pretend we don’t care. we need each other & that’s all we do.
it’s crazy the things you do for a friend. it’s crazy the way you’ll act for love.