of course, it had been foolish of orpheus to think that hermes and persephone would actually listen to his complaints and obvious discomfort ————- when they had asked him to see off the summer, they were adamant. but the thought of being forced to avoid hades’ cold gaze as persephone leaves fills him with such an anxiety ; why would they do this to him ? have they both decided all of a sudden that they hate him ?
he doesn’t complain other than firmly stating that he doesn’t want to go, because there’s no point. he’s not starting an argument over hades of all people, he’d rather eat stones. but he is silent on the walk to the train station, refusing to make conversation with hermes. he is upset, and while he’s not going to make a scene, he won’t let the two of them pretend like he isn’t, like everything’s fine and like he isn’t going to relive his mistakes when he sees him.
it seems to get colder the closer they get to the station, as if the earth itself knows that the queen of flowers is returning home. it likely does, orpheus muses to himself, a little sadly. like the earth, he always misses her when she’s gone.
the train arrives the moment persephone sets foot in the station and all of a sudden orpheus doesn’t know what to do with his hands. the door opens and out comes hades and the poet feels sick, shifts anxiously to hide himself behind hermes, tries to pretend like he isn’t there. and then out steps the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and he flinches, blinks hard, and looks again ————- is that ?
❝ eurydice ! ❞ he calls out to her, and before anything can stop him he’s spinning her in his arms and trying his very best not to cry. ( it isn’t working. ) ❝ eurydice ! oh, eurydice ! it’s ————– it’s you. ❞
She clings to him for dear life the second his arms wrap around her , head burying itself in the crook of his shoulder as she used to do before hell’s mortar walls had been built up between them . He smells just like she remembered -------- of flowers &&. ink &&. old books , touch as gentle &&. hug as tight as she’d always imagined it would be . She wants to stay like that forever , nestled in her love’s arms , but her eyes have adjusted &&. she has to pull back , has to look at him to make sure it’s really him , that she’s not dreaming .
The sight , his smile , the warmth in his eyes brings her to tears &&. she can’t help but SOB , placing her hands oh - so - gently on his cheeks so he knows she is real too .
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