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❧ ☓ goddess persephone ❜ ⊱ of blooming, & destruction.

[cagedbeauty]

                  &  petals bloomed gracefully, hymns were sung out ;                for  ＳＰＲＩＮＧＴＩＭＥ  had come upon them at last.                   but the deity wished she were still below the ground.

[fleuriis]

& hades :

 ❛ Your temper speaks otherwise—    or, actually, now that I think on it,    says that you’re being entirely honest.❜                        What with the light from the cigarette and the flashing beams                         of green and blue from the space reserved for dancing                        bodies, he could just barely make out her features—and, from                        what he could see of them, they weren’t all too pleased.                         He couldn’t help but smirk at that. 

               ❛ this is my eighth time at this place,                       &  each time you presume i'm jail bait.                       let it go, hades. i'm of age.❜                                                      &   maybe  she  also  meant   to                                                      emphasize    that    she    wasn't                                                      jail bait. but only for professional                                                      reasons.  and  maybe   because                                                      she wants him to take her,  right                                                      now. but  to  him,  she's  nothing                                                      but a youngling, most likely.

[fleuriis]

& hades :

"You know, if the security guards find out about your Age,  they won’t hesitate in throwing your sorry arse out onto the street. Not worth the vodka, if you ask me.”

               ❛ i'm twenty-one, for fuck's sake !                        if i have to whip out my birth certificate,                        i will do so without hesitation. ❜                                                      attractive or not, his stupid smug                                                      self  was  driving  her  insane.  &                                                      it  wasn't   just   the  idea  of  him                                                      pinning  her   against  that    wall.

[iintacte-blog]

[halfliing-blog]

                              ⌜  ❛  can i not guide him into the light ?  ❜  ⌟

      ╳ ┋ ▎:  independent  ᴀɴᴀsᴛᴀsɪᴀ sᴛᴇᴇʟᴇ,            |           got me  lookin’  so       from  the  trilogy   ‘ fifty shades of grey. ‘            |           crazy   right   now.                                                                                  |           your love’s got me       *  open to  all   forms of writing.                          |           lookin’   so   crazy       *  mun  is pretty mellow,  really.                          |           right  now.  lookin’       *  semi-selective ; semi-private.                          |           so  crazy  in love.       *  loves all kinds of plots & au’s.                         |            got  me lookin’ so       C       R       A        Z        Y                I       N                 L        O      V       E  .

[ofwalkingdead]

[fleuriis]

& hades :

"You’ll figure it out eventually, dearest.”

The term of endearment was thrown onto the end of the   almost careless-sound statement loosley—though, not loose  enough to claim to be casual. Not at all. No, there was an  undertone there that brought the timbre of his voice lower and  the title rougher.                            The wink tacked on didn’t help things. 

                ❛ oh, i will.                          because when i want something -- ❜                                      she leans forward ;    fingertips brushing the exposed                                      skin of his wrist, before drawing away for a moment --                                      a little smile  curling upon her lips,  before  she  leans                                      back once more. her tone is a little more  inviting, this                                      time. but only because she's enthralled by the idea of                                      this dark, brooding man that smells amazing,  though                                      she see's him with a   cigarette   between his fingers.                       those  long,  pale fingers.  fingers  that  would  probably                       do wonderful things to her, as would his thin lips, and --                                     &  now, she might be longing for this stranger.

                                                       ❛                 i obtain it. ❜

[fleuriis]

& hades :

" I am.  And you are…?”

                     Gotcha.                       It’s not the first time that he’s caught someone red-handed—                      nor is it the first time that said someone has been on the handsomer                      end of things. It is, however, the first time that a stowaway has genuinely                      piqued his interest. So he stood. He took another long, smooth drag off of                       simmering item perched between his fingers and tilted his head.

                ❛ persephone kore, dearest.                       &  your name would be ? ❜                                      she's not even exactly illegal  --    she's just turned                                      twenty-one this morning ;     so,  really, it's not that                                      big of a deal. but this man in front of her --  he was                                      unlike any man she's ever seen before.

[fleuriis]

& hades :

❛No, not me. One of my employees.❜

Short, simple, and to the point.  He’s not a man of many words; never has been, really. It’s been a harshly-learned truth that, when it comes to conversation, it’s better to be direct, to avoid tip-toeing around the metaphoric elephant in the room. It’s served him well, so far.

                ❛ oh, so you're the owner, hm ? ❜                                      she wasn't going to let him see her sweat                                                instead,  she  leans  against the wall behind her,                                      crosses her arms under chest ;  eyebrow raised,                                      &    smirk  ever-present  on  her  blood  red  lips.

[fleuriis]

& hades :

"It’s my job, that’s what.”

"No. Not neccesarily." A drag off of his cigarette was taken. "It’s not my arse that’s going to be thrown out if you’re lying."

                ❛ oh, please, who's even going to ?                         --  you, oh-mysterious-man ? ❜                                      &   if she checks him out a little,                                      well,  she'd blame it on the shot                                      of tequila she'd downed earlier.

[fleuriis]

& hades :

"You look a bit young to be in here."

                ❛ and what's it to you ?.                           --  but if you must know,                          i've just turned twenty-one.                                       must i show you my i.d., sir ? ❜

[kn0wy0u]

[fleuriis]

& hades :

“My Lady.” 

                That tone—that tone was reserved for his brothers and matters of the duties he was inscribed with. That tone was what the                  statues made in his honor depicted; firm, cold, and absolutely                 non-negotiable (though, presently, there wasn’t a matter being                  negotiated rather than berated). It was a tone that, until that                 moment, he had never once used with Persephone. Not even                 for a moment.                  It was, in short, the voice of a God; and, in that, turned the                 conversation onto a whole new element that which the two                  had never shared. "Your…inexperience in the field of romantic affection is, by no means, any grounds upon which to say or think that you are in any way inadequate or unimportant.”                 He looked up and away. The tattered veil was still in her grip. "Your opinion has been made rather clear, however, and for that, I thank you for your enlightenment on the subject. Good evening.”

                she knows  that  tone  like the back of her hand --                 has seen it in action,  when she's allowed to stand                 in at his meetings from time  to  time.   she  knows                 he's angered at her ;    but yet, she can't care. her                 own pain clouds all of her senses, as she turns on                 her heel, and snaps at him once more.

                                                                        ❛ no, thank you --                               for treating me like a business arrangement. ❜

[fleuriis]

& hades :

”’Up-to-par’? What is it exactly that you think I do; Line women up and assess them on a scale of one to ten until the Lady with the highest score wins?”                                        

                                     If words could be visibly seen, his would have been                                      positively dripping with whatever sort of texture                                      came with sarcasm. The narrowed eyes and                                       movement of his head as he spoke only added to                                      the the imagery. 

               ❛ no, i'm thinking that i'm not enough for you !!                        because you're so fucking experienced,                        &  i'm not your first anything --                        but you're my first everything. ❜                                           her entire being feels like it's being shattered                                           into little bits and pieces --        as if she's too                                           broken to do anything else but let one single,                                           angry tear trickle down her cheek.

[fleuriis]

           gonna hop back onto margaret for probably the rest of today, so i'll reply to messages from there ! 

[goodishmusic]

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[fleuriis]

         hell yeah, my aunt just dropped off a bunch of her clothes for me to try on & keep if they fit, and already a pair of cute heeled boots fit me, so i get to keep them !!   i'll try on the clothes later.

[justawaterbendingwaitress-deact]

My muse has been missing and is presumed dead. Your muse comes home to find them asleep in their bed. How do they respond?