When you are in thirst for love, even if you think you are not worth of it or it seems like a faraway thought, you settle for the scraps that is being showered done others.
I have accepted the fact that love doesn't settle right with me. In other words I would never be loved by another being in the romantic sense. It's not a form of dampening oneself or some form of self-depreciation but rather a fact. Even though, I can't help but still wished I do.
That comes than to my hypothesis or my thinking that if ever I do have someone that I would be in a relationship with, I will not hold the bars. I will not let him be trapped within me and let him be in an open relationship. In which case, I will let him be free to find a lover aside from me.
As long as he still choose to stay would me, I think I could deal with even how many he would cater in any forms of relationship. This is not any form of martyrdom even if that's what people would see in this cases. Neither is it any form of strong trust that would say that I know he would still comeback and choose.
Rather, it is an appreciation that somehow, someone did wanted to be with me which is already a big thing as it is truly hard to handle me. I know because even I couldn't handle myself for the fear of losing control and ending up with insanity.
Should I just downright say that I want my lover to be a god, or more specific, Apollo, the god of medicine, music and poetry. Someone who obviously cannot be contained and is known to be a free spirit and hosts a lot of lovers.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Betwixt Light and Darkness
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2444726?view_full_work=true
This is a Fanfiction that I could claim to rival the author of my beloved series, Rick Riordan. It's not to say that I'm comparing them to who is better but the appreciation of how this author have molded this elaborate tale is very astounding.
Though it wouldn't be advised to be read by those who are very much against the relationship between the same gender and is not very comfortable with how the members of these kinds of relationship copulate (I was going to say procreate but realized it's not really possible, LOL). It does have salacious scenes but it still depicts love of extreme sorts although it doesn't mainly sticks to that and is just a sweet butter-cream inside a cake. This is just a WARNING.
The story is all about Will Solace and Nico di Angelo that happened after the war of the Giants and Gaea. It talks about the new challenges and adversities that they have to face while promising themselves of a love that would last forever.
It is broken down into 2 arcs. The first stating about how Will discovered the abilities that he didn't have any idea he posses as they battle a new threat, the reforming Ouranus. Added to that is Zeus who is starting to loss his control over his domain, the sky, and how he feels threatened on what Will Solace is becoming.
The second part, which follows after the defeat of they're foe and the new developments that is Nico di Angelo and Will Solace being the New Deities of the Sun and Moon- they're a fusion of a Titan and a demigod, what that has happened between Kronos and Luke but has been fined to perfection- battles the enraged and driven in madness Zeus.
But that's not only there to it. What if the Premordial gods like Chaos, Tartarus, Nyx and Erebus to name a few have conceived demigod children of their own and those children wanted to strip the Olympian council off their power?
This is a wondrous experience that sets off after the Blood of Olympus which I would forever miss. It's a very interesting read and would highly be recommended to those who also miss and wanted to read more about the Heroes of Olympus.
I try to leave as little spoilers as I can, only leaking out the very bits and pieces that might probably pique some interest.
This is a Fanfiction that I could claim to rival the author of my beloved series, Rick Riordan. It's not to say that I'm comparing them to who is better but the appreciation of how this author have molded this elaborate tale is very astounding.
Though it wouldn't be advised to be read by those who are very much against the relationship between the same gender and is not very comfortable with how the members of these kinds of relationship copulate (I was going to say procreate but realized it's not really possible, LOL). It does have salacious scenes but it still depicts love of extreme sorts although it doesn't mainly sticks to that and is just a sweet butter-cream inside a cake. This is just a WARNING.
The story is all about Will Solace and Nico di Angelo that happened after the war of the Giants and Gaea. It talks about the new challenges and adversities that they have to face while promising themselves of a love that would last forever.
It is broken down into 2 arcs. The first stating about how Will discovered the abilities that he didn't have any idea he posses as they battle a new threat, the reforming Ouranus. Added to that is Zeus who is starting to loss his control over his domain, the sky, and how he feels threatened on what Will Solace is becoming.
The second part, which follows after the defeat of they're foe and the new developments that is Nico di Angelo and Will Solace being the New Deities of the Sun and Moon- they're a fusion of a Titan and a demigod, what that has happened between Kronos and Luke but has been fined to perfection- battles the enraged and driven in madness Zeus.
But that's not only there to it. What if the Premordial gods like Chaos, Tartarus, Nyx and Erebus to name a few have conceived demigod children of their own and those children wanted to strip the Olympian council off their power?
This is a wondrous experience that sets off after the Blood of Olympus which I would forever miss. It's a very interesting read and would highly be recommended to those who also miss and wanted to read more about the Heroes of Olympus.
I try to leave as little spoilers as I can, only leaking out the very bits and pieces that might probably pique some interest.
Chaos ensues
In a time where clarity is so obsolete and the mind has took hold of a formless shape. A visceral enmity of the thoughts that lead the very act of thinking astray. It's a doomed spiral of unknown quantity that exudes stressing factors and an abominable feeling of losing the hold of what have been supposed to be an easy manipulation of facts and information that is presumed to be an innate skill that a typical human should posses. It's a fall of substance, an avalanche of madness, a deep dive to the murky waters of chaos.
The locutions that have been iterated in this junctions of words and letters could be qualified as a confusion, a random spout of vocabulary that may or may not mean something. It could be a proof to attest how messed up this moment had been. A dire moment of needed insurance that a simple action of creating a visible message could still be done in spite of the internal turmoil of a being that has long gone considered itself as one of a human. A small slip, a slight miscalculation and the loose of everything that sanity tries to hold would be a long forgotten entity and what is left at its wake would be a destruction, a wasteland of a lifeless form that have been stripped off of rational characterization.
But through this meager method of expression, it have appeared that what might be considered as a chaos that could have been ensued at someone's mind has been cleared slowly. The flow of words have been able to wash off the various thoughts of uncertainty that have flogged each and every folds of the mind. Finally, the hazy bellows have reached its destination as of now and have ended a present misery. Although an overconfidence of this peace would be a fatal mistake considering one cannot fully suppress the power that is present in wars. There will always be conflict, may it be internal or due to external force but it's better to push it away- even for a minute distance- and have experience a slight sweet rhapsody for it isn't always there for a mortal to hold.
The locutions that have been iterated in this junctions of words and letters could be qualified as a confusion, a random spout of vocabulary that may or may not mean something. It could be a proof to attest how messed up this moment had been. A dire moment of needed insurance that a simple action of creating a visible message could still be done in spite of the internal turmoil of a being that has long gone considered itself as one of a human. A small slip, a slight miscalculation and the loose of everything that sanity tries to hold would be a long forgotten entity and what is left at its wake would be a destruction, a wasteland of a lifeless form that have been stripped off of rational characterization.
But through this meager method of expression, it have appeared that what might be considered as a chaos that could have been ensued at someone's mind has been cleared slowly. The flow of words have been able to wash off the various thoughts of uncertainty that have flogged each and every folds of the mind. Finally, the hazy bellows have reached its destination as of now and have ended a present misery. Although an overconfidence of this peace would be a fatal mistake considering one cannot fully suppress the power that is present in wars. There will always be conflict, may it be internal or due to external force but it's better to push it away- even for a minute distance- and have experience a slight sweet rhapsody for it isn't always there for a mortal to hold.
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