imagine being lawrence gordon. you spent 6 hours in a dirty bathroom with a dead guy and a twink. you then had to cut your foot off and shoot and abandon said twink (that you spent the last 6 hours falling in love with). you make it down the hallway when the (not) dead guy grabs you and said ‘you work for me now’ (does being an apprentice even pay?). the next day you go to your apartment, take a big sigh of relaxation and turn on the tv. and 9/11 is happening
big men with bulging thighs when they’re stuck with a too-small towel after showering. they have to sling it low on their hips, praying it provides enough coverage, giving you a delicious view of the water dripping down their stomach, beading on their happy trail, traveling lower and lower until—
Danny blinked at the small children Ellie was holding the hand of, looking quite proud of herself. The small children- between ten and twelve so somewhere similar to Ellie’s age- who both practically stank of magic and Gods.
He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose even as Dan cackled while opening the door more to let them inside. “Alright, what’s your name, kids?”
“B-billy…um, Billy Batson...”
“‘m Percy! Percy Jackson.”
“Nice to meet you two- any idea where in your family you have a god or two, because one of you definitely smells like Zeus and I’m pretty sure Poseidon and I am not dealing with either of my half-brothers.”
characters who begin again in completely new worlds… or characters with memory loss being given another shot at life… and then using that desperately trying to make amends for the person they are told they used to be,, or who reinvent themselves into a new person to the betterment or detriment of themselves.. but the shadow of the old self always lingers >>>>>>>