springtime.

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theoinos:

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  ❛ so – fall’s coming soon. you excited, or…?  ❜ he never knew what     the deal with persephone and hades’ marriage was. if it were  him,     being away from all the bustling commotion of the  living  and  the      green things he loved would have killed him.

    brow is quick to quirk at such a question -- such an awfully worded,     clumsy, ridiculous question. perse even cringes a little bit at his half     brother, hand quick to move to ruffle hairs on the back of his neck.     “as excited as i can be to watch two seasons worth of work... fall.”

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bifrostism:

          “I doubt there is any crops left to force ill upon.            That land is a wasteland now, something about            a freak firestorm.”

At least that’s what the news would say.

      His initial surprise at the words is overshadowed       by his wide grin, and he nudges the other with       his elbow. “That’s awful.”

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 ( hephaiistos )

   AH, THIS WAS DEFINITELY MORE OF... PERSE’S SCENE.    while officially springtime was his mantra, he liked to take     credit for these sort of outings. they were celebrating the rise    of summer with a nighttime beachside bonfire. while he pre-    ferred celebrating with popup community gardens, he suppo-    ses this will do. wide grin gracing his features, he watches     flower-decorated vines curl around the logs of the flames,     should have otherwise caught fire seemed to be flame-    retardant. he turns, eyebrows furrowing together as he     catches a glimpse of someone close by. “‘phaestus? what’re    you doin’ all the way out here?” 

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um um um um starter call

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    thxhost | hellhoxnd

       “Hello!     Welcome to the shop.

                If you’re here for greek affairs,          please step on the mat to your right.

                     If you’re here for flowers,               please, browse as you would.”

[dxrcylewis]

i’m not saying it’s aliens…

                                        but it’s aliens.

                                                                                    selective - au

                                                                                           darcy lewis

                                                                                      616 - MCU

[biceptisaurus]

persephone & hades  (x)

my lord, he brings me wreaths of bloodstained flowers, and i grant him kisses laced with venom he gifts me graveyards to plant my orchids and i send him the torn heads of men who wrong my maidens.

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dxxthly:

“Your girls were getting thirsty,” he replies. Hades is always calling the flowers The Girls. Maybe he looks at the weeping, shy violets that seem to flourish in this warm shower and he sees their counterparts: leggy nymphs with hair the color of spilled night sky still touched by the last remains of sunlight, and they are tipping their chins back and opening their mouths to the sky to fill their bellies with rainwater and bits of fallen sky.

“You sound a little unsure about it though,” Hades points out. He twists only partially, to look over his shoulder, and touches one of his love’s wrists.

    “THEY WERE,” HE MURMURS WITH A NOD, SHOULDERS EASING     a bit of the tension he’d subconsciously built up. he wasn’t sure where his     doubt towards the rain came from, but he shook it off, deciding instead to     focus on the other. “no,” he says, shaking his head. “i am completely sure     it is raining.” it takes a second for the grin to strike formerly uneasy featu-     res. he parts with the grin only after his fingers are entwined with his king’s.     “i’m fine, i’m fine.” he says confidently, waving off his doubt.

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     WITH RAIN HEAVIER SET THAN HIS DETERMINATION TO BRING BEAUTY      to his land, he distractedly watches the water race down his window. Though he      prides himself on sunny days and easygoing breezes, if this rain didn’t happen,       it’d be  | dxxthly |  in a sense. Shaking his head, he shuffles over to his second      half, hands shoved cozily in the pockets of his hoodie. “It’s raining,” he murmurs      quietly, weight shifting between his too feet.

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hello everybody i’ve been inactive lately because my house was involved in a fire. it started next door (row homes), so my family and i have been in a hotel while the insurance people fix our house. we should be back in a month or so. i’m borrowing my friend’s laptop until monday so if anyone wants a thread pls like this or if you want me to reply to something i owe pls link me 

um ok thank u everyone ily

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dxxthly:

“Oh yes, let them tremble,” he agrees. Better to agree and save himself the trouble of argument until agreeing is to be had to save himself the pains of late night fights over text.

Hades means well, though. It has been supposed if his love were a flower it would be easy to say he were a rose, sweet smelling, velvety petals but careful of the thorns! No, no, Hades would not say as much. But he would call him the oleander, a small and beautiful blossom but steep it too long and poison can be made from the stems. This Hades loved about Percival, both the obvious beauty and the more dangerous edge he held within.

“You have no need to thank me,” he offered, slumping slightly where he sat, long legs stretching out until his knee pressed to Percival’s.

     THE DYNAMIC OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP, IT SEEMS, IS EVIDENT      in their posture. Percival appeared as though Demeter herself were in      the room, prodding and poking at him until shoulders stuck back, spine      stood tall, and knees closed together. Hades’ was... a little less high       strung. This was something Percival admired the other for -- his ability      to take a moment and relax. Percival, as it may seem, consistently had      something on his mind. As he takes another sip of his tea, he offers them      a polite smile, and a shrug of his shoulders. “I enjoy the company. The       air here otherwise is lonely, and stiff. This place is still reluctant to life       inside of it, that much is prominent. It is borderline spooky, in all real-      ness.” He finishes, sitting back against the cushions.

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bifrostism:

“I’m fine. Really.”

He’s just been in a little scrape, that’s all.

     “----Who did it? I’ll force ill upon their crop.” He      says playfully, trying his best to lighten their mood.

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wxtchgrl:

        ❝ Very much so. But I have some chocolate. Do you want it? ❞

    “Whoa -- like, actually? That’d be      really cool, if you felt like sharing.”

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predxtors:

❝ — - And what type is that? ❞

    “the... scruffy type?” he answers, eyebrow quirking.

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misdiirection:

           “hey—”

give him his due, he can be an honest soul sometimes. normally when he wouldn’t be able to get away with so obviously pocketing a dropped item, but such small details don’t need to be mentioned when he’s trying to be helpful.

           “—i think you dropped this.”

     DISTRACTED GAZE DRIFTS UPWARD TOWARDS THE OTHER      from his seat on the bench. watching the scene before him had been      rather nice for all of two seconds. petals everywhere floating around,      flowers seeming to double in vibrance. then, there’s some red rushing      to his cheeks as he identifies the object in the other’s hand. 

                         “ah -- yes. that is mine --” he murmurs, ruffling the hairs              on the back of his neck as the other hand reaches for the wallet.              he smiles at the other,    “not too much in here, which may be a               good thing considering my clumsiness --”

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ghost-deity said: (…) h&p switched where hades is flowery and persephone is a “deathly” queen.

thanks for the prompt!! (insp for hades’ clothing)

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dxxthly:

“You, pushy? What would ever give you that idea,” he murmurs with a toothy grin. He loved that, though. He loved the way those that came to their court shivered not at the sight of their pale king, but at the sight of their hot cheeked thorny rose. Sweet to look upon but oh so dangerous if pushed too much.

“If you want. Later, though. I’m enjoying this lazy afternoon for now.”

     PERCIVAL QUIRKS AN EYEBROW AT THE SARCASTIC QUIP THAT      escapes his love’s lips. “Ha-ha-ha.” The series of three escapes his mouth      each as one individual statement, and he offers a roll of his eyes before he      moves on to defend his case. “If others provided me with no reason to be       pushy, it would not be so. Let them tremble in their graves.” He murmurs,       shaking his head at his last grief in the court. “Mhm,” he says calmly, lifting      the cup of tea to his lips to take a sip. “I am too. Uh -- thanks for coming, in      case I hadn’t already thanked you --”