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wealthyassholes‌:

“Oh really?” he laughed, sitting across from her and sipping the cocktail. Grapes and oranges that she had grown, better than anything from a bottle. When she brought up her gig, he licked on his bottom lip. “Maybe.” he said, which basically meant ‘no’. He hated crowds, hated the noise, even if he loved his wife and her talents. “Maybe I could get a private performance sometime?” he said, forcing a smile on his face before putting a napkin in his lap and leaning over to grab some bread and butter.

“Well that and the whole tall dark and handsome thing,” She said, taking her seat and putting her own napkin on her lap. She poured herself a cup of tea, one of the few things they bought instead of grew on their lands. She could grow a lovely tea tree, but then you had to dry and toast the leaves, it was better to let the mortals handle it. His response to her mentioning her gig made her look down, just a brief flash of sadness, maybe he wouldn’t notice. She loved her singing career, even if it would never be anything significant. Music had always been her favorite thing. It was hard not to share it with one of her favorite people. “Sorry,” She quipped, as chipper as ever now, “Wouldn’t be fair to the people that paid.” She took a sip of her tea as though to avoid eye contact.

#wealthyassholes #𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ persephone ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]#𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 [ hades ]

tortousus‌:

nyx barely gave inanna a second glance, she’d seen many a scanty outfit in the club and throughout her millenias she had seen even less on the gods. but the love goddesses were a special breed, with more sensuality in their skin than most humans in their whole bodies. she could appreciate their beauty but found it to be a strange thing to focus a life on. “i’m afraid the choices are slim at this point, you should have arrived a few hours earlier.”

If Inanna had been reading the Night Goddess’s thoughts, she might have been annoyed. Just a Love Goddess was hardly an accurate description of everything she was. But she didn’t bother, instead crossing her arms. “Oh don’t worry,” She said, surveying the room, her eyes landing on the doors, “They’ll be here soon.” And like magic, what had been a steady flow of people leaving turned into a steady flow of people coming. “You can thank me later, darling.”

#tortousus #𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 [ nyx ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]

residentsofthepantheon‌:

“ do you often stare at strangers , or is a new hobby you picked up ? ”

the goddess inquired , gaze turning up to the newcomer . digits close the book she’d been previously reading , so that her full attention was given . there was something different about this one …

Persephone shrugged, “Sorry if I offended you, I was just thinking.” She held up her notebook she’d been trying to write a song, but nothing came to mind. When the writer’s block hit, she usually zoned out. “But I like your hair,” She smiled, trying to be friendly to what was clearly another goddess. "Where are you from?"

#residentsofthepantheon #𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 [ sigyn ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ persephone ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]

mynameisarcher‌:

apollo walked by and noticed the composition of the area that was too beautiful to pass up. he slowly raised his camera, as if the speed in which he moved would affect the outcome of the photo he was about to take. with the precision of a practiced photographer, which he was, apollo captured the moment forever, he didn’t want to disturb the person but they turned his direction, “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to bother you, but the way the sun framed you, i just had to get a picture.” he said before the other could even begin to speak.

“I’m sure my husband will be interested to hear you say that.” Persephone said with her typical flippancy. She did look amazing, with her deep emerald dress, glittering softly in the sunlight. A delicate necklace draped diamonds like rain drops over her chest. “How are you, brother? Come to see the concert?”

#mynameisarcher #𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 [ apollo ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ persephone ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]

wealthyassholes‌:

“Ah, well, even without actual fruit, you’re still very… fruitful.” he said, wincing a little at his pun, but he wanted to make her laugh. It was all he ever wanted, these days. “Sorry, that was a stretch.” He said as he held the chair out for her. “Hmm, I like to think I spoil you the right amount. It’s rare we’re home at the same time - might as well dust off the silverware and pull out the stops.”

“That was absolutely terrible.” She teased, but there was a bright smile on her face. His apology made her lean up to kiss his cheek, “Hey, terrible puns and being kidnapped are the two reasons I married you.” She said, still looking cheeky. She slipped into her chair, thinking about how nice it would be to spend the day with him. “I know...I have a gig tonight if you want to come.”

#wealthyassholes #𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ persephone ]#𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 [ hades ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]

wealthyassholes‌:

“Seph?” Hades called out from the other side of the garden, holding two mimosas. In a shady spot, under a tree, brunch for two was being set up by the staff. Hades caught up to his wife and kissed her on the temple before handing her her drink. “Nice harvest, babe.” he murmured into her hair, inhaling her scent. Everything about her comforted him, even after all these years.

“Not harvest yet,” She corrected, “But soon,” The smile she gave her husband was radiant as she leaned against his chest. He had always been so all-encompassing, and she loved it. She took a sip of her mimosa and followed him to the table he’d had set up, “This is lovely, sweetheart.” She said looking at the spread. “You spoil me too much you know.”

#wealthyassholes #𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 [ hades ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ persephone ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]

circeofmagic‌:

—— ☾ “Oh I don’t doubt you,” Circe mused as she watched the Goddess indulge, “if anyone out here understands the state that the world is in, it’s you”.

Her eyes narrowed as she focused in on the object of Persephone’s gaze. She hardly thought that the presence of unripe berries meant anything, especially ones of their stature. Blueberries were scarcely the kings of the fruit world. The only decadence that the little blue ball would ever have dripped from Persephone’s touch before she had shovelled it into her mouth. “I suppose congratulations are in order then. I honestly didn’t think that we would find the cure for global warming so soon, but if this summer is going to be a good one then we must have. I’ll have to cancel my order for my thirteen extra fans. Who do I have to thank?”

Persephone hummed her agreement and then frowned. She hadn't really been listening. "I'm not sure what you're implying, Circe." She said with a raised eyebrow. "I think summer is always wonderful even with Global warming. Now winter....that's another matter entirely." The world was only so flexible and the very fact that she could come and go showed how bad things had gotten. But she had to stay on the positive side. "Would you like me to grow you a lemon? It would match your sour disposition."

#circeofmagic #𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 [ circe ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ persephone ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]

circeofmagic‌:

“The flowers have to be purple. Pur – P for Parrot. No, P for parrot not C for Carrot. How in Hades’ name are you getting this so wrong?” Circe pressed her fingertips against her forehead in an act of visible stress. There was nothing easy about subliminal magic and curple flowers definitely wouldn’t make honey fall in love with her. With her emotions heightened, her senses shivered as she felt her personal space being violated. “Don’t stand so close to me please,” She said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Persephone stepped back, as though someone had hit the rewind button on her feet. She paused awkwardly for a moment before pointing at her journal where it stood on the shelf. “Um...sorry, I just need to grab my journal.” It was, perhaps ironically, a brilliant purple hue. “By the way, I’m not sure my husband would be very happy with you invoking him for something so small.”

#circeofmagic #𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ persephone ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]#𝒽𝓎𝓂𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈 [ circe ]

Persephone smiled at the little green berries that were already more swollen than last week. Blueberries and their cousins from the New World were so fascinating to her. These ones would be particularly plump, and she couldn’t wait to taste them. She reached out to a green berry and it grew in her fingers, darkening and ripening as though she herself was the nourishing sun. Then, as though it afraid of being caught, she popped it into her mouth. It was just as satisfying as she’d thought it would be. “This is going to be a wonderful summer,” She said with her usual smile.

#sacredstarters #𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ threads ]#𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 [ persephone ]

hold on, is that FAHRIYE EVCEN? oh no it’s PERSEPHONE the God of SPRING from the GREEK pantheon. These days they’re posing as ZOE SIMON the SINGER. On their good days they’re known to be COMPASSIONATE + HONEST, but don’t catch them on a bad day! They can be VINDICTIVE + SELF-RIGHTEOUS. I hear they’re doing a good job following the rules. They’ve come a long way from the old days. Let’s see how they handle the modern world. (parva. she/her. est)