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[drunken-boat]

Rencelli

Latvia 2025

[exmppersephone]

Home | Persades

for the one and only @mphades​

Spring has come, and life’s just begun to thrive again in Persephone’s smile. The spell of winter gloom is so yesteryear the goddess doesn’t even know if it really happened, or it’s just her mood swing at its best. Back then in the Underworld, winters were still harsh, but usually not to the point where it could pose a real threat to her physical and mental health. It’s all alright now, because Hades and his love are still beside her, and their marriage could bring her nothing more than bliss and contentment. But the goddess knows there’s something still missing. 

She misses home. 

“I miss our home,” she confesses to Hades one peaceful afternoon, while they are lounging on her husband’s favorite couch, their fingers intertwined and her head resting on his shoulder. It feels like she’s spent a whole lifetime on Mount Phoenix, even though just a couple of years passed by since the first time she stepped on the land of this magical island. At Mount Phoenix, she found Hades, most of her divine family members, got to know and befriended quite many new faces. Then, just quite the same amount of individuals walked out of her life, she lost Hades, lost all of hopes, and almost lost herself. And guess what? Life’s found her once again, just to put everything back on her hands. 

“We’ve been away from the Underworld for quite a while, my dear, much longer than I’ve planned it to be.” A sigh almost escapes Persephone, but she doesn’t mean to be sad. Just homesick, that should be the right word for it. Looking into Hades’ eyes, she unknowingly squeezes his hand in her dainty fingers, as if she was afraid that he would reject what she’s about to suggest. “Should we go home, Hades? I need you, and our Cerberus, and our Underworld, all together again. We can always come back here whenever we want, and if you want to go alone, I would never stop or doubt your intention, I promise.”

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Concept flag for my home; Isle of Arran, Scotland

from /r/vexillology Top comment: I like the look of it. Simple, yet bold.

[kihyunrk]

— home.

“i don’t think this place will ever be our home, no.”

it’s funny, he thinks, how quickly his outlook had changed. moving back to busan was all it had taken to make him realize just how wrong he had been. while he misses his mother dearly each day he spends in seoul, he realizes that, despite his initial opinion, this city is home to him. it’s new to him, sure, but it’s paradise compared to the home he grew up in. in seoul, he’s free to be himself, free to chase his dream—free to chase happiness and well-being not only for himself but for his family as well.

this time around, his sister had decided to make the move with him—but it wasn’t as if she had much of a choice. neither of his parents were currently in a position to raise a teenage girl, and it could be argued that kihyun wasn’t, either; but he was determined to keep fighting for her. “we’ll make it through this together, alright? but know that it won’t be easy—i’ll have to find a new job in seoul, and you’ll probably need to find a part-time job, too—but we’ll make it, alright? i promise.” and yoo kihyun wasn’t one to break his promises, not anymore.

it’s saddening, in a way; as he unpacks his belongings into the familiar apartment, the one he had once shared with his best friend, he knows that things will never be the same. would he ever speak to hoseok again? he hadn’t made contact with his friend since leaving for busan, though it wasn’t for his lack of trying. kihyun can only imagine that hoseok was hurt, possibly even offended by his decision to move back to busan. they had made so many promises together, so many plans for the future, yet kihyun had turned his back on all of them. it was a wrong that he was trying so hard to right.

things would be different this time around—he could never go back to the seemingly perfect life he had lived only months ago. this time, he was a little short on friends. momo, zaria, hoseok; they were all gone, and there was nothing that he could do to change it. would he be able to make new friends, or was he doomed to spend the entirety of his new life in solitude? surely he’d have to make friends once he was signed to a company, right? but would they even manage to compare to his old friends, or would he long for them forevermore?

maybe it was wrong of him to arrange the furniture in the apartment just how he’d left it. maybe it was wrong of him to restore something that he had once shared with hoseok—something that he had once shared with a best friend who no longer wanted anything to do with him. kihyun doesn’t blame the boy, he can’t blame him—kihyun was the one to break so many promises, not hoseok. hoseok had every right to be angry, but that didn’t stop kihyun from longing for their old times spent together. it didn’t stop him from frequently checking on hoseok’s mother during his time spent in busan, making sure that she was alright.

“do you need any help with that?” he asked, referring to the large box that his sister was carrying on her own. she wasn’t struggling, but perhaps kihyun just wanted something to do—someone to help,—to pass the time. there were a thousand and one other productive things that he could be doing (including, but not limited to: getting his old job back, reaching out to old friends, looking for a new job, looking for new friends), but he imagines that five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

“thanks, but i’ve got it covered.” she was independent, just as she’d always been. he’s always admired that about her, and he knows that he shouldn’t worry over how she may be reacting to the move. so long as they have each other, kihyun knows that things will work out. even if it takes them both a bit to adjust (or readjust, in kihyun’s case), he knows that it’s only a matter of time before they’re living better lives than the ones they left behind.

“you always do.”

later that night, kihyun finds himself in a familiar scene. he hears his sister shifting about, and it’s easy to deduce that she can’t get comfortable—can’t fall asleep. he hasn’t managed to fall asleep, either; his racing mind wouldn’t allow it. there were so many thoughts rushing through his head, so many worries, so many brand new fears. what if he was making a mistake? what if he’d fail to provide for his younger sister, despite the fact that she was laying all of her trust in him?

“kihyun... you awake?”

“yeah, i’m awake. but neither of us should be.”

“i know, and i’m trying to fall asleep, but i just... i just can’t.”

he tosses his stuffed bear in her direction, the same bear he’d thrown at his previous roommate a million times before. “here, take him. he comforted me the first time i moved here. maybe he can comfort you, too. and before you argue that you’re ‘not five anymore’, you should remember that i’m older than you. and i won’t be ridiculed in my own home, mind you.”

“right, you always have been attached to this little guy, haven’t you?” she stares at the plush for a prolonged moment before pulling it closer, and kihyun’s unable to resist the smile that forms on his lips. he tended to sleep with the bear every night, but he figures that, this time, he can make an exception.

“that’s right, so i want you to take good care of him. and, above all else, i don’t want to see you disrespecting him. he has feelings too, you know.” slight laughter resonates from within him as soon as the words have left his mouth, and, for the first time in a long time, kihyun knows that he made the right choice—knows that he’s on the right path.

“okay, okay—i’ll take care of him, i promise.”

“good, that’s all i ask of you.”

“and kihyun?”

“yeah?”

“thank you. for bringing me here, i mean. you didn’t have to, but you did, and... it means a lot.” 

“pfft, i should be the one thanking you for coming with me. but... you’re welcome.”

“this place... it feels right, doesn’t it? do you think... do you think it can be our home?”

once upon a time, he was blind to what this place could be. but, if nothing else, the last couple of months had proved the kihyun of the past to be very wrong. it’s funny how things change.

“i do, yes—i know that it will be our home.”

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