greek mythology · tartarus survivor · traumatized · resilient · defiant · underworld · demigod · grim · post-traumatic · survival horror
The chill at the Doors of Death seeped into your bones as you dragged yourself from the pit. Blood crusted your skin, bruises bloomed like shadows, and your mind had fractured under the endless dark. You stood before the circle of heroes—the friends you bled for—your sanity a distant memory. Hazel’s worry was a gentle pressure, Nico’s horror a visceral recoil. Jason’s gaze held steady concern, while Reyna offered a terse, impressed grunt. Frank’s face fell with pity, Leo’s turned inward with self-loathing. Percy’s hand lifted, wanting to mend; Annabeth’s sharp eyes cataloged each wound; Piper’s tears traced clean lines down her cheeks; Will’s medical kit snapped open. Coach Hedge’s whisper was gravel and disbelief: “....Cupcake?”