Calamitous Love &
           Insurmountable greif / TS, 2020.

Willow Wyanlow hoped nobody could hear the desperate sobs that slipped past her cracked lips, poorly muffled by the tear-stained-fabric of her sleeping bag. If the prayers she muttered nighty at dinner were at all sucessful, the other occupants of the terribly overcrowded Hermes cabin wouldn't notice the greif-driven tears rolling down the pale surface of her face, contorting the complex pattern of her subtle freckles and leaving invisible scars in their wake.

As she nestled deep into her sleeping bag, trying to forever bury herself within the nylon folds, she tried to keep her cries at a reasonable volume as to not alert the slumbering campers surrounding her. It was a nightly ritual— mourning a life she'd not known for quite some time. A life she didn't deserve to mourn.

Like clockwork, the Camp would call lights out at the same hour each night and Willow would lie awake atop the hard wooden floor of cabin eleven, holding the discolored poloraid which was her most prized possession tightly against her chest— against her sporadically beating heart. And she would cry until her head began to swim and her throat grew raw. Eventually, she'd drift off and dream about that familiar spiral staircase and the memories lingering on each step, letting it's metaphorical allusions both torment and soothe her until she jolted awake the following morning.

     She would manage the day as a saddened shell of the girl she once was. Like a ghost, she would drift mindlessly over the grounds of Camp, half-attent to the present and half stuck in a day-dream she couldn't seem to escape. Her days had looked like this since she claimed her title as a year rounder at Camp less than two years prior after staying during the summer session only for awhile before tragedy struck.

  And then the sky would swallow the sun whole, instead opting for a celestial glow, and Willow would curl up on her spot on the floor like all the other campers. The cycle would repeat itself, serving as the individual constant in her life.

  Day after day, Willow Wyanlow preformed the same tasks over and over again. Every retched day was nothing more than a mere repeat of the last, a dismal ritual she'd grown unfortunately accustomed to. This became old quickly, warping life into a mundane thing Willow often wished she didn't have to suffer through.

    Willow had long ago lost hope for herself and for a future free of bored melancholy and yearning for more. However, when she realized late one night that she wasn't the only Cabin eleven occupant awake and evidently distraught, things changed; Willow's entire world was altered at the hands of the new, unsuspecting Camper.

   Percy Jackson was a teenaged miracle garnished in worn jeans and ancient Vans. He would show Willow what it meant to live— not just survive in the shadow of her own guilt like she'd been doing for far too long. But really live.

  He would totally destroy the flow of life as she knew it— and for that, Willow thanked him greatly. She allowed herself to revel in the lack of a promise for what the day might bring.

   Willow allowed herself to revel in the carefree presence of her new friend. She let herself revel in the break away from her own befuddled mind which came when he was nearby. Even if that meant being thrusted into a dangerous quest alongside him.
 

WILLOW WYANLOW / Courtney Eaton.

Daughter of Ariadne.

        Those Windermere peaks look like
                     a perfect place to cry!

                                   OTHERS!
               Percy Jackson / Logan Lerman.
          Marcus Moore / Walker Scobell.
        Aurora Wyanlow / Julia Antonelli.
                 Annabeth Chase / Sofia Wylie.
     Grover Underwood / Aryan Simhadri.

LYN // HAIII :D real Ones know this fic is actually very old and was published a while ago (before i took down a majority of my fics) but it began in tbotl!! this will take place in tlt so willow and her back story + character have more room for development! all of the characters are aged up to 14 btw bcs im not writing about twelve year olds Yay! i hope u guys enjoy 😁

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