#sacredstarters

[soitos-blog]

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. 

[circeofmagic-blog]

“The flowers have to be purple. Pur – P for Parrot. No, P for parrot not C for Carrot. How in Hade’s 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.

[ofinanna]

“You described this as an emergency.” Inanna rolled her eyes, looking at the documents in front of her. Why did she even have this stupid office? She hardly ever came to Chicago. “I don’t get out of bed in the morning for ‘tension’ you idiot. Call me when they pull out those nukes they’re all bragging about.” She tossed the papers back onto the desk, disliking everything about its cold rigidity.  A few short centuries ago this was the revolution, but like all successful revolutions it became the new establishment and she lost interest. The goddess reached for her helmet when she caught sight of the liquor cabinet and grinned, “On second thought...how about a drink?”