Had a random headcanon of the first time Mii and Ougi tried the Arrietty™️ shoulder ride, and thanks to Ougi being right next to her ear, Mii can hear her quite a bit better LMAO. As a Deity, Mii has good senses anyway, but the actual physical closeness does make a big difference! It’s like putting in an earbud with noise cancelling function. And surround sound. She’s a little embarrassed by it, it’s fine.
Gosh dang it @janeelyakiri, your boy’s have stolen my heart again! And of course I had to do something about it! So I did!!
Idk if y’all remember an ask I sent Jan a while ago, of a huntress who made a shrine to the forgotten god, and left a small rabbit offering. In return, she received a necklace.
This is a continuation of that scene, and of the choice the huntress makes after it; featuring @selfshippinglover‘s Cici! Also important to note, while the huntress’ reaction is canon, nothing else in this world is...unless Jan approves.
(also big thanks to Cici, @leekmeeks, and @hanzidanzi for beta-ing this for me; I love you guys!)
The huntress stared, frozen, at the offering stone at her feet; the kill in her hand forgotten.
The last time she’d been here, she’d offered a single, skinny rabbit; the only game she’d been able to find and offer him, and an apology.
The rabbit was gone, and in its place was…
“A necklace?” she murmured to herself. Kneeling down, she picked up the bear claw that was hanging from a leather string. What did this mean? It must’ve been from her god; who else would take a pitiful looking rabbit from a shrine’s offering stone and leave a necklace in its place?
Moving slowly, reverently, she put on the necklace. It fit perfectly, and she felt butterflies as she looked down at it. A blessing! Something she’d never thought to ask for, and never thought she would receive, yet here it was!
Shaking her head slightly, she focused on the task at hand. Since she was already kneeling, she placed the fresh meat on the stone and bowed her head. Today her prayers were full of gratitude for the gift bestowed upon her, and promises to both wear it proudly, and continue to unashamedly follow him. Already now, whenever anyone asked if she was religious, she would easily tell them that she worshiped the forgotten god. Despite serious protests, she did not heed any warnings they tried to give her. She’d heard them all, and knew that her worship was of a different kind, and of a different reason than others’. Perhaps it made her foolish. Well, if sharing her goods to one who’d been abandoned was foolishness, then she’d gladly play the part of the fool.
Closing her prayer of thanks, she stood from her spot and turned to leave, thoughts already whirling in her mind.
Locking her front door, the huntress adjusted the pack on her back, full of provisions for a long journey. It’d been a few days since she’d gotten the bear necklace - which she’d only taken off to bathe - and since then a plan had formed in her mind.
One of the many myths that had been circulated over the years was of the forgotten god’s temple. No one knew where it was, just as no one knew his name.
Well, that was about to change.
Whispers said that the place to start the search was at the temple of Hyena at the edge of the dark forest; named so for the rather sinister aura that it seemed to radiate.
This didn’t deter her though, she often enjoyed being out in nature and exploring all the world had to offer. True, this particular journey may be more than she was used to, but she was nothing if not loyal; and her loyalty led to incredible persistence and determination.
Earlier in the week, she’d considered taking her car and driving to a trailhead that was nearer to Hyena’s temple and beginning her journey there. Upon thinking about it more though, she didn’t want to risk her vehicle getting ticketed, booted, or worse: towed. Especially since she didn’t know how long she’d be gone.
Instead she filled her trusty backpack with necessities, and simply began walking along the rural road she lived on.
The rocks crunched beneath her boots rhythmically, and birds sang amongst the trees and bushes, while small animals scampered through the miles of fields on either side of the road. The morning light filtered through the trees, and the day was full of promise.
She enjoyed the smooth, even ground on the side of the asphalt before turning to go deeper into the trees. The dark forest wasn’t terribly far from her home as the crow flies, and therefore neither was the temple upon its edge. It shouldn’t be a difficult journey to get there. She had everything she needed on her back, and enough experience in surviving outdoors to be confident without being cocky.
Her heart was beating in her ears, but not from mere exertion. This was really happening. She really was going to search for the lost temple of the forgotten god.
Tightening the waist strap on her pack, she forged ahead through the undergrowth, the wilderness feeling like a welcome home.
It’d been days since she’d begun her journey. The huntress had subsisted on what she could hunt, fish, and forage, along with a small amount of the goods she’d packed.
Finally, as the afternoon breeze cooled the sweat from her forehead, she could see the top of the temple in the distance. Just an hour or so more through the normal forest before she was at the edge of the dark woods, and she’d be able to enter Hyena’s temple.
Due to her travels though, she was, admittedly, a filthy mess. Thankfully, she was able to find the head of a stream along her way. She was in the middle of nowhere, but she still looked around carefully before setting her pack down and disrobing.
The stream was incredibly cold as she stepped into it, but it didn’t flow too quickly and it only came up to about her knees. It took a few minutes for her to acclimate to the temperature, and even then, she wasn’t fully used to it as she began washing the sweat and dirt from her body.
It was a simple bath, she had no soap. Though even if she’d had any, she wouldn’t want to pollute the water with it. Instead she used her hands to clean her body, and did her best to clean and untangle her hair, her teeth chattering as the water came into contact with her scalp.
When she finished, she used the inside of her dirty shirt to dry off and donned the spare clothes she’d brought. Then, shaking her dirty clothes vigorously, she allowed her wet shirt to air dry before packing everything back up and leaving the area.
The temple of Hyena, god of the hunt, was a sight to behold. It was full of bones and furs that decorated it beautifully. Inside was also a lovely skeleton monster who appeared to be taking care of the altar and trappings within.
She introduced herself as Cici, a priestess of Hyena’s. For the rest of the huntress’ visit, though, Cici swore her to secrecy to never speak of it. She and Cici parted as friends when she left, and she now knew which direction to go to find the forgotten temple.
Though it was afternoon and nearing evening, she was too excited to make camp. Instead, she set out once more, her energy freshly renewed.
The huntress knew she was going the right way when she started seeing more and more wolves. After she’d left Hyena’s temple, it’d been some time before she heard the first wolf’s song. Once she did though, they made their presence very clear, and the fact that she was in their territory even more clear. It was honestly terrifying; she’d never been so close to such aggressive pack predators before. There was no way she’d be able to fight them off, she’d be killed for sure.
So instead, she decided to make one last, large push for the temple, and not stop until she’d arrived.
That decision was hours ago, right after she’d eaten a hearty breakfast. She’d figured that she wouldn’t have time for lunch, so instead she kept snacks handy; in outside pockets that she could quickly grab and eat as she walked. It’d turned out to be the right choice, the canines had been following here all day, staying just out of sight. Now as the sun was going down, she was seeing them more often, and more of them as well. She was tired, hungry, her legs were shaky and her feet ached, but it was the adrenaline and pure fear that kept her going.
A howl rose up, far too close for comfort, and many more joined it. The last rays of sunlight may have been clothing the world in its warm light, but the huntress could not see it. The trees of the dark forest blocked all light, so she was left to navigate by her headlamp; and she thanked the stars for her foresight to pack it, along with extra batteries.
Her heart beat in her ears and she could taste her fear in the back of her throat as the rustling grew louder. She turned this way and that, trying to ward off the eyes that glinted back at her; angry, and growing more impatient. It wasn’t long before growls started, one growl quickly became many, coming from all directions. Her fight or flight was rising up, and flight was winning; she had to restrain herself from dropping her pack and bolting. It took everything in her power to keep her head and continue on in the right direction, and to calm her breathing as she continuously checked her compass.
She was so focused at fighting the terror that gripped her, that she didn’t notice at first that the growls were fading. In fact, it took nearly stumbling over large rocks for her to come back to her senses.
The rocks were covered in moss, and…strangely uniform. All the same size, and all the same rough square shape.
Stepping carefully, she looked around and saw more of the rocks, and in fact what looked to be a large, collapsed stone building. A reverence filled her soul, and she felt like her long journey was finally over. This was it.
The brief relief she’d begun to feel was chased away by returning growls, and she darted inside the dilapidated temple, hoping for some protection.
With the wolves slowly approaching out of the woods, the huntress did the only thing she could think of. Her pack fell to the stone floor and she dropped to her knees. For the first time, she asked for a blessing. Now it was up to the forgotten god to save her, or let her die.
Uh oh......it looks like our new messanger is ready to break some rules.
Feat. @danielle-the-apprentice and @bastart13 Isha! I didn’t have room to fit the messengers in the prologue comic, but I really wanted to add in Isha! Isha is Nadia’s Messanger.
This interaction was supposed to be so much more boring until @capnfluffles got a hold of it, and damn am I glad you did.
Jax (belongs to @hypotheticalandroid) is the God of Winter, while Asra’s the elemental deity of Water, and Cassius is Ice (and Jax’s messenger). Jax doesn’t actually blush, stoic and handsome as he is, but that second pic’s there so you all can see that he’s Dying Inside (tm)
Alternate title: that one ot3 where everyone has white hair xD
tumblr request: I have read your Overhaul’s fantasy scenario and i think it’s so cool!! Do you mind writing another Overhaul x reader scenario? If you do, then I suggest the scenario being based on the Hades and Persephone love story. Like Overhaul as the god of death and the reader as the goddess of spring (or whatever)?
Summary: “Up there?” Overhaul prayed she would stay; his heart determined to keep the deity. He wanted to feel the goddess, convinced the pure skin would subdue him. Longing was wrapped in his stomach. The God of the Underworld ached to hold Persephone.
xxx
basically some sorta fluffy greek myth romance~!
word count: 3011
my ao3 for more shitposts
my inbox is open 4 requests~!
Persephone sat in the vibrant landscape. Soft petals grazed against her legs, spring afternoon sun hot against the deity's back. Persephone prayed for moments like this, her heart fluttering against her rib cage. Flowers engulfed her; a feeling the goddess basked in. A hum broke from Persephone’s lips as she delicately picked clusters of flowers. Petals laid across her forearms; earthen roots poked into elbows. She sighed, knowing mud would cake her. The goddess’ white linen trashed.
A rustle echoed behind the barefoot deity. The sound pierced through nature, it’s origin unnatural. Oxygen caught in her throat; lungs suspended in anticipation. A mortal? In spring? Excitement bubbled in her stomach. The buzz traveled through her spine. Never had Persephone encountered… a human.
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Golden eyes observed her. Persephone; Goddess of Spring. A willowy frame draped in pristine white cloth. Curly hair decorated by an array of blossoms. A rainbow of hues. The stoic God of the Underworld felt a pang in his chest. His heart was on fire. Overhaul, God of the Underworld, was unable to break his gaze upon her. The beginnings of a blush ran through pale cheeks. Overhaul’s mouth felt dry. He struggled to compose himself; his heart still an erratic rhythm. Overhaul stumbled, mud covered feet slick against the earth.
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“Please come out,” A brave voice called. Persephone was mad with love for the concept of man. “I won’t hurt you.”
The God of the Underworld’s chest tightened. Overhaul overwhelmed with the deity’s voice. He gripped his scepter. His pulse hot in his ears, the thump almost unbearable.
He didn’t reply. Words lost to him.
Persephone stepped forward. Soft footprints on dewy ground. The Goddess of Spring’s resolve was infinite. “I have flowers.”
She sounded so innocent, so pure; her nature an exact juxtaposition to the Underworld. He wanted to hold her. The thought of sooten hands gripping velvet skin left Overhaul in a daze.
The air was still; spring sun now creeping into the shade. Persephone waited, the goddess’ form still knelt before flowers, their colors now memorized by her. A thrill edged into her mind. Idle hands trembled.
She waited. The feeling of being watched melted away, as did the afternoon sun.
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Overhaul sat against the Mourning Fields. His head was heavy with visions of Persephone. The god sighed, a dull petal twisted between gloved fingers. Persephone weighed on him. She felt like a noose.
The idea hit him. It was simple. Easy.
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It had become routine for Overhaul to watch the goddess. Her movements reminded him of a ballerina. Soft and delicate. Hair made silk by the afternoon sun. Persephone’s cheeks would glisten with red from the sun’s warmth; the woman grateful for serenity and flowers.
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The God of the Underworld waited. Furor hidden within gilded eyes. His scepter poised at Persephone’s garden. A part of him hurt to do this. The god aware of her fate, earth would open beneath her, Persephone swallowed by the earth. His.
Muted footsteps peaked Overhaul’s interest. The sound signaling Persephone’s arrival. Persephone hummed, her gait cheerful.
Afternoon sun beat against her linen clad frame. An aroma of flowers met her. The beginning of her ritualistic flower picking. Persephone sat, knees burrowed into misty grass. She dreamed while pulling roots. The deity was careful with the divinity of flowers, petals too gentle for anything less.
A flash erupted behind her, a thunderous boom the only sound the goddess heard. The sound pierced her. A headache took shape. Moist ground gave underneath supple flesh. Persephone fell; a shrill gasp escaped her. Shock. She disappeared into the chasm. Overhaul’s thin lips curled into a coy smile. Hints of pink were splattered across pale cheeks. The god elated.
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Persephone awoke from a deep slumber. Scraped knees throbbed. The landing had been harsh. Tender flesh no match for coarse rock. Fear snaked through her chest, choosing to rest against her heart. Pain from her chest now sharp. Long coils were tangled with dirt and flowers; Persephone no longer resembling the Goddess of Spring. She coughed, the musty earth clung to her lungs.
Anxious eyes glanced around. Darkness and earth encompassed the goddess. The air around her was moist and warm. Like a hug. Suffocating. The chasm felt small. Persephone’s outstretched arms reached earthen walls.
“Are you hurt?”
The voice was scratchy and muffled; the owner obviously not trapped with Persephone.
“I scraped my knees. It’s not bad,” the goddess replied, soil covered hands resting against bruised knees. A puddle of blood had begun to congeal underneath Persephone’s palms. Persephone tore off a shred of ruined linen. The previously white dress now stained with dirt and flecks of red. She tied the cloth around her knee. Blood and pain continued to leak through her knees. The goddess couldn’t summon strength to bandage the other knee; crimson streaked down a bare calve.
The voice didn’t reply. A silence stuck between them.
Persephone witnessed another brilliant flash. The earthen wall to her left was no more. A golden scepter occupied the space; its peak adorned with a yellow jewel. An intricate snake wrapped around the shaft, the scepter ending in a point. The shape was almost sinister to her.
“I’ve always wanted to meet a wizard!” Persephone exclaimed. A wizard was the only logical explanation. Simply a mortal man that accidentally shot the ground from her. The human was here to rescue her. A misunderstanding, she reasoned.
Overhaul flinched at her tone. The goddess’ voice shrill not even muffled by earth. She was ignorant of him. The God of the Underworld saw his opportunity. Without haste, he stepped into the crevice Persephone inhabited. A low, eerie green light followed behind.
Faded emerald engulfed them. Dried blood trained down a dirty knee. The other bled through tattered cloth. Pure skin caked in earth. The sight of Persephone should have repulsed him, her form a disaster of soil and bruises. In place of disgust, Overhaul’s throat tightened. Gilded eyes were glued to the Goddess of Spring. A wave of nostalgia flooded him. His heart beat in his ears.
A black gloved hand was offered to her. “I am Overhaul.”
Overhaul: God of the Underworld. The ghost of a frown was strung along her lips. Persephone’s heart thumped against her chest in anxiety. She had never encountered Overhaul. He owned the earthen domain, but was a recluse. The deity before her was not the form she expected. Persephone was convinced he possessed the head of a bull and the tail of a platypus. Overhaul’s domain commanded he shouldn’t be handsome. He stood proudly before her, his shoulders square and lean. Yellow eyes wide with interest. Shaggy auburn hair poked out from a black hood. The god was beautiful, she realized.
Persephone swallowed. Her throat refused to conjure saliva. Barren. The effect of this god. Persephone’s body was on fire. Every nerve burned while starved eyes devoured him. Overhaul.
She waved his hand away; the goddess confident she could stand.
Overhaul quietly scoffed. He withdrew his hand. The god stood awkwardly. Her presence left him flushed. A light pink dust spread from his nose and ended across his cheeks. This bundle of feelings was foreign to Overhaul. The God of the Underworld was logical. Cold. This deity infected him. Frantic heartbeats pumped through his ears.
The goddess found her voice.
“I’m sorry. Can you -- I don’t mean to be a bother, but how do I go back?” The words rushed from her. Her embarrassment now audible.
The cloaked god pointed to the ceiling.
“Up there?” Overhaul prayed she would stay; his heart determined to keep the deity. He wanted to feel the goddess, convinced the pure skin would subdue him. Longing was wrapped in his stomach. The God of the Underworld ached to hold Persephone.
“Y-yes. If we leave now, I might return by dusk,” the object of his affection said. Persephone’s eyes glowed with hope. An expression that softened Overhaul. He felt a pang in his chest. Cupid’s arrow tore through him.
He sighed. Rejection weighed against him. Overhaul’s heart now wilted and onyx. A god turned to stone.
“The Underworld is dangerous at night. Please, stay tonight and head out in the morning.”
The lie slipped easily from him. A deity with no qualms over white lies. He was desperate to keep Persephone, even if just for a night. Such beauty deserved the dignity of a bed. Clean clothes. Doctored knees. Overhaul flashed a grin. The expression went as soon as Persesphone saw it. A ghost.
She believed him.
“Okay… Thank you, Overhaul.”
His name sounded divine as it fled from her lips.
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Persephone followed closely behind Overhaul. The god had explained it while cleaning her wounds; the Underworld was a twisting network of tunnels. There was no obvious light source. Vague shapes bathed in green hues. She squinted in the darkness. How could Overhaul possibly navigate? Barefeet padded against cold, smooth ground. Mud no longer a concern within his domain.
Overhaul would look behind him occasionally. Golden eyes hungry for Persephone. She looked so helpless. He wanted to clean her and smother the goddess in kisses. Let me touch you, please. Looking at her hurt, made him ache. Overhaul longed for Persephone.
The God of the Underworld stopped in front of a worn wooden door. Rusted hinges and splintered wood. A torch of emerald hung over the threshold.
The torch allowed Persephone to catch a glimpse of crimson across his cheeks. Overhaul gulped. Anxiety wrapped around his bones. A slight tremble overcame his voice.
“I hope this is… acceptable.” He didn’t know what to do with his hands, opting to fiddle with the hem of his cloak.
Curious orbs fixated upon him. He looks so cute like this. Persephone’s prolonged stare made Overhaul feel self conscious. The god now unsure of himself. Her eyes flicked to his lips, a light red and chapped. He looked divine.
She stepped forward.
“Thank you,” she replied. The air between the deities was tense. A sense of longing engulfed the two. “I apologize for the ruckus I caused.” Wilted petals fell as she bowed. Persephone now indebted to the deity.
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She had discarded the torn linen before bed. Tired body laid bare underneath the sheets. Persephone stretched, sleepy limbs slowly woke up. The bed was heaven. Fluffy padding against broken knees was euphoric. She shifted in bed. The goddess missed the budding morning sun. Rays of light would filter through her chambers. A promise of the afternoon sun.
Persephone inhaled deeply. The smell of moist earth nauseated her. She was grateful for Overhaul’s hospitality, even after he admitted to accidentally trapping her. He had been practicing to create rifts in the earth. An amphibious deity. Persephone admired this aspect of him. Despite his awkward nature, the deity was eloquent with words. The Goddess of Spring was enamored with his words last night. Overhaul had told her myths as a means of calming her as he cleaned her knees. She had clung to his words. Eyes wide with awe. Her expressions squeezed at Overhaul’s heart. The god now sure he was in love. The urge to smother her in kisses still twisted within him. A lovesick deity.
A knock pulled Persephone from her pinning.
“May I come in?” Overhaul meekly asked. The god convinced she possessed a glow.
Persephone yanked the sheets around her chin. “Yes.”
Bare feet slapped against the dirt floor as Overhaul approached her bed. He was right, even in the bizarre emerald light, Persephone still radiated. Perhaps, she was the sun. Overhaul looked at the goddess and noticed sheets suspiciously tucked into her. The realization hit Overhaul as he peeked at the ruined fabric across the room. He wanted to pick up the garment and inhale. Memorize her scent. Smother himself in it. Overhaul restrained himself, instead focusing on the feminine frame before him.
“Sleep well?”
Persephone giggled as she wiggled sleep from her body. “The best sleep I’ve had in years. Now, I don’t want to be a bother any longer. Let me change and then you can take me back, Overhaul.
There it was again, her voice honey as she said his name. The deity’s chest tightened. His heart threatened to pop from his rib cage.
“Persephone, you don’t have to leave immediately. Please, have breakfast with me first. It’s only polite,” he reasoned. Her name felt like syrup. Sweet and thick against his tongue. Overhaul did want to eat breakfast with her, the thought a common daytime fantasy. Persephone’s drowsy form was as he imagined; flowers tangled in long tendrils, small body hidden under blankets, face sleepy and pure.
While she had slept, Overhaul toiled in ancient texts. A god possessed. He knew Persephone wouldn’t stay. The lovesick deity felt his heart weaken. She was strangling him. Overhaul needed her. He knew the goddess would eventually accept him.
The goddess held his gaze. Overhaul was beautiful even in a dank hovel. Her fingertips itched to comb themselves through auburn hair. An image of opulence juxtaposed against the gloomy Underworld. Amber orbs pierced her heart; a slight rouge invading her face.
“I’d like that.”
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The two deities were seated across a table decorated with intricate carvings. Persephone’s slender fingers traced the shapes. Even the cloak draped across her was elegant. She had never seen something so beautiful before. The Goddess of Spring’s world consisted of flowers and nature. Breakfast sat between them; two bowls of oatmeal and an array of fruits.
“Not hungry?” he asked. Overhaul wore a frown; the god crestfallen.
Gentle words interrupted Persephone. She had forgotten the cloaked figure. The beauty of his realm was intoxicating. Delicately crafted objects adorned the Underworld. Distinct artifacts against the earth.
Persephone smiled. A genuine thing that set Overhaul ablaze. “It’s just -- I’ve never seen something so beautiful.” Eager fingers rested atop the table. Her eyes glittered with awe and curiosity.
Overhaul hesitated. His fingers instead ghosted across Persephone’s wrist. He was dying to touch her. She must feel like flowers. He gulped down anxiety, the goddess now aware of his pining.
“Your hands are soft.”
He blinked. The plan came into focus again. The pomegranate.
“Th-thank you, but Persephone, you should really eat something,” Overhaul stated. This was his chance. Antique books had revealed to him the gateway to heaven. To her.
It was simple really. Proverbs told of the shackles pomegranate seeds granted. Juicy orbs that once consumed would bind to the Underworld. Adam’s apple. The seeds sat to her left; the god diligent to include them. Red beads kept in a plain, golden chalice.
He gestured to the cup. “Ever tried pomegranate? They taste like cranberries.”
Persephone glanced at the chalice. The fruit unlike anything she had encountered. Cautious hands reached for the bowl and took a glossy seed. She inspected the fruit. The seed was squishy between Persephone’s fingers. Juice ready to pop. Persephone squeezed the seed, amazed by the red liquid that gushed out. Coral now stained her fingertips. A surprised gasp left Persephone.
“I don’t like cranberries,” Persephone replied.
A comfortable silence fell over the two deities. Overhaul’s heart too broken for him to form words. Persephone too amazed by the Underworld to make idle conversation.
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The goddess was behind him; her breath hot against his neck. Persephone had reminded him she didn’t want to get lost, opting instead to become Overhaul’s shadow. A cloak too big for her collected dirt as it dragged. Her form dwarfed by the opulent fabric.
Suddenly, Overhaul stopped. Persephone came to a stop against his back. She felt so warm. Her soft body had no business staying with him. Such beauty deserved a landscape of flowers, not the dull and musty Underworld. Rejection and sorrow was a knife that pierced him.
“What is it, Overhaul?” Persephone asked, her tone basked in interest. The god before her was still a mystery… but within her was a desire to kiss him. To thank him for his hospitality. Overhaul was not the God of the Underworld. He was a saint.
Silence engulfed them. The god struggled to find his words. Despair stuck in his throat.
“Persephone,” he began, “do you… must you leave?” His tone was forlorn. A profound sadness. Stay. Please stay. Goosebumps sprang over Persephone’s arms. His misery had pricked her heart. A hole now forming.
“Spring is beautiful, don’t you think?” Persephone wanted to avoid the question. They both knew the answer. As much as she ached for him, Persephone understood a harsh truth: the coming of spring couldn’t halt for heartstrings.
He recognized what she was doing. His heart throbbed violently against his rib cage, the god no longer brave. Overhaul turned to her. Innocent eyes bore him, a sense of melancholy behind them. Please. Let me kiss away your sadness.
“That’s irrelevant.”
Persephone’s eyes flickered to the earthen ground. It hurt to look at something so beautiful. She blinked away tears. Grief caused the ground to blur. Spots of brown and dull blacks dotted her vision. “I… I can’t stay. But --”
A gentle hand cupped her face, the goddess now face to face with Overhaul. Persephone leaned into his caress. His fingers felt so soft and hot; the sensation almost comforting. Her heart beat against her chest. The organ threatened to leap from her.
“Promise -- promise me you’ll return, Persephone,” he begged. His voice quiet. A god defeated. Overhaul didn’t understand why Persephone felt so good against him. The ghost of a blush now apparent. His last chance.
Lovesick eyes flicked to his lips.
Persephone stood on tip-toes. The goddess now level with Overhaul. Amber eyes watched in anticipation. Breath caught in his windpipe. Please.
She looked pensive. Her brows furrowed together and she cupped his face. Her touch was electric. Every nerve in Overhaul’s body was ablaze. Persephone’s breath was hot against his face. Their bodies melted together.
