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WHERE IS MARTI ?
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Consider this a little ol STARTER CALL ! mutuals only , please .
hellwalkd:
Orpheus ,
They’re so beautiful . The gold and the reds , they remind me of a sunset . If just a handful of leaves look so beautiful , I can’t imagine how the whole of the earth might look covered in them . They’re so dry , so fragile . I’m keeping them in the coolest corner of my room . I fear they might catch fire if I don’t . I’m keeping the candy for a special occasion . I think i’ll eat it on our anniversary . You should have one too . Raise a glass for me .
That sounds so nice , was it fun ? I’ll bet the band played . Did you recite a poem ? I’ll bet you did . If you didn’t , you should have . When spring comes , i’m sending something with persephone . Make sure she gives it to you , alright ?
Until then , stay in touch . I miss you more than you’ll ever know .
forever yours ,
Eurydice
Consider this a little ol STARTER CALL ! mutuals only , please .
It sounds idyllic . A roof over her head , money , food aplenty ----- there’s a supposed family to be found in the inhabitants &&. a father figure in Hades himself . This is all she wanted , isn’t it ? This is what she’s giving up her life for , but her heart , it screams at her to shove that ticket back into the palm of his hand . Home isn’t had without Orpheus .
The whistle makes her ears perk &&. her spine shiver . It’s coming . The train is coming &&. she knows if she wants to survive she’ll get on , but what will become of her Lover ? What will become of his heart ? Will he miss her ? “ Maybe I . . . shouldn’t . ”
@riiotkissed / continued
skyfulcfstars·:
“don’t i always, chickadee?” persephone murmurs, resting her hands on eurydice’s shoulders. she’s used to the questions, used to the demands. she always indulges her, and tries to ignore the guilt deep in the pit of her stomach. “c’mon. i’ll tell you all you wanna know in my office. i got some things for you anyway - wouldn’t want the others to know i’m playin’ favorites.”
Her mood perks , hopeful eyes locking onto Persephone’s basket . She doesn’t know what she would do without Persephone &&. her messages to &&. from Orpheus . Though only twice a year at best , it keeps her going . “ You . . . got some things ? From Orpheus ? ”
@hellwalkd
Orpheus ,
I’d almost forgotten what flowers look like , how good they smell . I close my eyes and it’s like i’m there , in the fields full of carnations . I still have it , the one you gave me in winter when you swore you’d marry me . I keep it in the book , between the marigolds and the poem . Did you write that ? You must have , I can feel spring’s soft breeze when I read it . It’s a welcome relief from the heat .
Gods , Orpheus , it’s so hot down here , the lights are so bright , like eternal Summer . The sweat rolls down our faces like some sort of labored rainstorm . I miss the rain . What was that thing you used to say about thunderstorms ? I can’t remember .
Tell me about spring next time , and fall . Are the leaves really as golden as they say ?
I love you .
- Eurydice
HIATUS NOTICE: 9/13/19 - ???
It’s back-to-college time, which means I need to get all packed up and settle in before I even think about trying to manage my blogs! I don’t plan on being here much when college starts either- if I fail another semester I won’t graduate on time. I’ll be a lot more active on discord, so if you want to roleplay or chat, you can dm me for it!
I'm settled in now. Ot took a while, but my classes are full swing and I have a job- it looks like I'll be able to return soon! It really depends on how my schedule goes and @hellwalkd 's activity bc they're my other half and the reason I made this blog in the first place!
HIATUS NOTICE: 9/13/19 - ???
It’s back-to-college time, which means I need to get all packed up and settle in before I even think about trying to manage my blogs! I don’t plan on being here much when college starts either- if I fail another semester I won’t graduate on time. I’ll be a lot more active on discord, so if you want to roleplay or chat, you can dm me for it!
DREAMS ARE SWEET UNTIL THEY’RE NOT, MEN ARE KIND UNTIL THEY AREN’T FLOWERS BLOOM UNTIL THEY ROT AND FALL APART. IS ANYBODY LISTENING?
EURYDICE .
As told by Marti . Myth + musical - based .
the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.
“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat
Owpheus..... Owpheus im hungwy....
la lala la lala la
thinking about…………..her
hellwalkd·:
❝ i don’t want to. ❞
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 .
“ It’s me ! ”
It was STUPID of Hades to expect her to lay down in the wake of his “ test ” . Orpheus was doomed to fail , that much was clear . He never intended to let her go . It fills her with anger , prompts her to whisper in the ears of the other workers , watch as whispers turn to murmurs &&. murmurs turn to shouts ----- a revolution started by her lover , continued on by her . The work stops .
He calls her to his office on the seventh day of the strike , promises her she can walk above in the months of fall &&. winter , return to him to work come spring . She agrees .
He takes her along on his journey to fetch Persephone . She thinks of him the whole way there . Does he know she’s coming ? She reckons Hermes does , at least . Gods , the wait is agonizing &&. when the train stops , she feels her heart skip a beat .
Hades steps off first , heads towards his wife , &&. then it’s her turn to step out of the darkness , into the light of the sun . She squints , looking ‘round ---- she can’t see him ( can’t see anything ) but she hears him call her name &&. that’s enough to send her in the right direction , into his arms .
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