it feels strange, in a way. to be riding the train and knowing she’ll be taking it back down the very same day. she watches the landscape roll by in it’s familiar way, but there’s something exciting that makes the butterflies in her belly do a bit of a dance. she doesn’t hate the soft luxury of the train car now, but can admire it - even if she’d be just fine on a wooden bench and her suitcase in her lap. but she doesn’t have a suitcase in her hand, either. not this time. not anytime soon.
instead, persephone is draped in a dark, but vibrant emerald green dress with asphodels wound into her unbound hair in a half crown. she watches eurydice fidget, but lets her be - she knows the girl must be nervous as hell. persephone had grown up with these duties. eurydice has merely had a vague crash course and the promise of her momma’s help (which had been some damned fine wrangling, but demeter is appeased. for now).
she smiles softly, and offers her hand out for eurydice to take if she’d like. hades’ new gift to her, a new wedding ring that suits her better, glittering in the gentle light. she’s truly happy to stay year round, and she’s even more happy to see eurydice spend her time up here with those who matter most. “i’m absolutely sure.” she promises. “every single time they’re there. together. hermes swore they’d be there today too, or we both have full permission to kick his ass up between his shoulder blades.”
eurydice isn’t sure which makes her more nervous: seeing orpheus again, or taking up lady persephone’s job. she takes persephone’s offered hand, giving a weak, anxious smile in return. he loves you, songbird. the goddess’ words ring in her ears still. she hopes they’re still true.
“amara won’t know who i am,” she says softly, glancing back out the window. the realization makes her choke up a little. she covers her mouth with her free hand to try and stifle it. “i don’t wanna scare her.”
the train begins to slow to a crawl. the town appears around them. the train station. she can almost see vague shapes of people crowding around outside. waiting to greet persephone. they’re all in for quite a shock. and probably disappointment, eurydice thinks.
her heart is pounding. it’s a strange feeling, having a heartbeat again. the golden ichor that now flows through her veins thrums with an energy eurydice has never felt before. her grip on persephone’s hand tightens slightly and she looks over at the goddess with wide, terrified eyes. what if this was a huge mistake??
the train finally comes to a stop, and eurydice is practically vibrating with nerves. mr. hermes appears in their car, ready to open the door and release the spring to the world.
“s’pose you oughta go first?” eurydice asks persephone, chewing her bottom lip to oblivion. “so you can let the crowd down easy...tell ‘em you ain’t stayin’?”
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