(Okay guys!!! So this piece is a fanart from an AMAZING fic called your love's like by @displateblog on Ao3! PLEASE check our their amazing work because it had me smiling and I have no friends to share it to so I'm using my small reach to the best of my abilities :,)
Fun fact: this is the second piece I drew for that fic, and it's actually a redraw of the first fanart i did for it because I was NOT happy with it at all! I'll post that one bellow for anyone who wants to see it regardless of the crappy quality!)
Art for the extremely talented @mrthology’s lovely fic, The Pillar of Myth Still Stands.
Thanks again for the fic, saying that I really enjoyed reading it is an understatement, you went above and beyond what I ever hoped for! I can’t wait to see what the following chapters has in store!
Inspired by “My Golden Crown of Sorrow, My Bloody Sword to Swing” by @mrthology ♥️
Apollo nodded, a golden crown of laurels suddenly in his hands. He placed it on Percy's head with a flourish, something incredibly soft in his eyes. Percy wasn't sure if he wanted to run away and hide or somehow make it so Apollo always looked at him like this.
"There we go," Apollo said, grinning. "You look like a proper Prince now, the Son of Poseidon, Lord of the Seas."
Percy laughed. "I think dad's more fond of silver," he teased. "oR maybe pearls.
"You're a wishing well
See to others' wishes, well,
What you were only wanted for
What you were only wanted for
I wish that you were with us now"
- Wishing Well, The Moth & The Flame
Oh, fair and flighty love, my aerolite above—the only dove I see. Could you love me more if by the sun and moon I swore that I would never flee? But I still taste you on my lips, lovely bitter water. Terrible fire of old regrets is honey on my tongue. And I know I shouldn't love you. I know I shouldn't love you, but I do.
I feel it in my soul, I feel the empty hole—the cup that can't be filled. And I feel it in my blood, in the fire and the flood—the beast that can't be killed. Even now, you mark my steps, lovely bitter water. All the days of our delights are poison in my veins. I know I shouldn't love you. I know.