slow-down-there-satan

1st of August

This is a story of how the Seven healed after the war. This is a story about how life kept going, no matter what.


1ST OF AUGUST, 2009

Late in the night, once Camp has stopped burning and everyone’s sleeping, they meet up in Percy’s cabin. They don’t sleep, or talk, or cry. They just sit on the hard floor, staring into the nothingness. They breathe in and out. Deeply. They think about those who remain. They hold hands and silently recall those who are gone : parents, friends. And Leo.

There will be a time for words and tears, but this time has not come yet. Right now, all they do is breathe. Because they can.

1ST OF AUGUST, 2010

That year, there are tears and words. Laughs, too, but hysterical ones. They all pile up in Sally’s living room in a nest of covers and pillows. That year, Leo is with them, fidgeting and talking too loud. But that year, they don’t sleep either. They lay there, all intertwined with each other, and talk. They recall adventures they had together and ones that nobody knew of. Percy and Annabeth say “Tartarus” for the first time and their haunted eyes scare the rest of The Seven a little. They whisper secrets and scream out rage and mourn their ghosts. Those ghosts won’t ever leave, nor will the soreness in their hearts. But for a brief moment, when Hazel leans against Percy, when Annabeth squeezes Piper’s hand and when Jason hugs Frank, they think that, maybe, someday, their wounds will scar.

1ST OF AUGUST 2013

That year, they spend the night in Percy and Annabeth’s apartment in New Athens. The city in not done building yet, but just laying there on the brand new floor gives them hope. Foolishly, maybe, but hope is still hope and they always need it. That year, things have changed. Piper and Jason are off to New Rome for college, Percy and Annabeth are working on their city and Hazel became lead centurion. That night, tough, they weep and shriek out all the pain they know how to hide, now. They whisper about the dead bodies with empty eyes staring at them every night. They confess their anger fits and panic attacks. But late into the night, they make plans and murmur wishes. As the sun rises up in the sky, the shadows on their souls get slowly shone off by the light.

1ST OF AUGUST, 2019

Exactly 10 years after the fateful night, the 7 demigods invade Cabin 3 again. It’s a weird throwback, really. Like all those years have passed and everything is the same. Of course, this is not true. Everything is different. First, Leo is with them, as loud as usual. Then, there are those gold bands around Frank’s and Hazel’s fingers. Little things have changed, too: crinkles around eyes, scruffy chins, and smaller circles around eyes. There’s also, much more importantly, the bump of Piper’s belly. During the night, she wraps her arms around this beautiful new life and cries. Because she is happy, of course, to have a future nobody expected her to live long enough to have. She also cries because she is terrified. That she won’t love her child enough, or that the kid won’t love her. She is frightened that that their dark, twisted world will take her baby away from her from happiness and love. In the midst of her breakdown, the others have started wiling, too. Not just from anger and pain, such a little part of who they are, now. That year, they cry from fear, from terror that this beautiful, unexpected life they are carefully building will be shattered.

1ST OF AUGUST, 2023

Surprisingly, that year, they don’t sleep. They all thought they would, with young children keeping them awake every night.(Though they’re not complaining, children are better than nightmares.) Instead of getting some most-needed rest, they all pile up on a couch, just like when they were teenagers. They spend hours talking, but avoiding painful subjects. They don’t want to wake old monsters now that there is some much more to lose. But it has to get out. The masks of serenity that they wear for their kids fall off and they find themselves choking on tears. They hold each others and don’t  tell useless reassurances.

1ST OF AUGUST, 2032

Something happened that summer. Something scary, that brings back the old demons they wish had disappeared. Percy and Annabeth’s daughter was attacked. Percy found a huge hellhound waiting for him at the door f his house a few weeks before, with his daughter bravely trying to kill the vicious beast. Now, Sandy is safe in Camp. But she won’t always be. None of their children will be. Soon, the Gods will trick them into their sick power games and monsters will chase them into darkness. Soon, their world will wreck those innocent kids like it has destroyed their parents. That is why the Seven are trembling, that night.

1ST OF AUGUST, 2078

That year, Frank is not with them. Hi stick finally burnt. A slow, quiet flame, for the slow, quiet life he had. It’s been months already, so the pain doesn’t tear them apart like it used to. Tonight, though, his absence hurts a lot. They miss his warm cuddles and soft humming. They long for his comprehending looks and constant proximity. It had been the seven of them for so long, and now it isn’t, and the world makes no sense anymore.

1ST OF AUGUST, 2087

Annabeth is alone in Cabin 3. She closes her eyes and pretends that they’re all here with her like they used to be: loud, supporting, and happy. She hears Piper’s laugh as Leo pokes her in the ribs, tastes Hazel’s coconut cake and feels Jason at her side, leaning into her just as much as she leans on him. She smells Percy’s hair, salty and sweet, so familiar and heart-warming. Even if her back hurts, she lies down on the floor and recalls their adventures: retrieving the lightning bolt, finding a way out of the Labyrinth, saving the world for the first time. Sketching the Argo with Leo, finding her mother’s statue, winning a second war. Getting married, having kids, watching them grow up. The memories have started to fade already. Faces blur and voices become echoes. But just tonight, Annabeth allows herself to close her eyes and live through memories.

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sometimes i feel kind of bad that people comment on my posts stuff like

“oh my god im literally cryinG IN CLASS”

and

“woahhh slow down there, satan”

and

“i was having a great day until i read this”

but then im like wait nO THESE ARE ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE COMMENTS YES I AM SATAN AND I AM SO GLAD THAT MY POST MADE YOU FEEL ACtUaL EMoTiOnS LIKE WOW THATS AMAZHANG THANK YOU

Imagine VIXX woke one day and they didn’t exist. They remember what happened until now but the next thing they woke up to is their life without VIXX. All their fans? Gone. All the work they put over the years? Worthless. The relationships built with the rest of the members? Just memories that will be forgotten. They spend some time trying to look for the members but no hope, all of it vanished right in front of them like a dream.

Dear Mean Woman At Desk

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-i hope all your socks get lost in the dryer
-i hope you have no milk in your fridge tomarrow morning
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