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☔: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain
Sofia quickly wrapped her arm around Persephone’s shoulders, bringing her near the fire she already had going. “You know I’m going to ask you plenty of questions, but let’s get you warm and dry first.” She was always worried about the practical, whether it was the care of her friend or the disposal of her bodies. “I’ll get you something dry to change into and some tea, yeah?” Even as she rummaged through her closet for something comfortable, her mind was racing to come up with some sort of explanation as to why Persephone would come to her through the pouring rain, with hardly a thought for at least an umbrella or a hood. She returned, handing her the clothes. “Tell me now if it’s something with Hades or your mother. Otherwise, get changed, and then tell me everything.”
☕: my muse comforting yours after the death of a loved one
The witch wrapped her arms tightly around the goddess, gently running her hand up and down her back. “You can be the big, brave Queen of the Underworld after you’ve given yourself a moment, you know. You know not to be shy around me. If you don’t want me to, I won’t tell a soul. But this happens to everyone. You’d think it get easier, but that’s the trouble with getting attached at all.” She sighed. “And you just can’t help it. Even if you try and cut yourself off, you end up caring. So you just let yourself get close and let yourself grieve when it’s done. Now, come on. Let it out. I can’t do all the talking.”
