#winterdecay

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@winterdecay​   ♡   //   hades

     ❝   uh   oh,   am   i   in   trouble?   ❞      lips   part   in   a   grin   as   he   stands   before   her.      ❝   looking   at   me   all   menacing   like   that.      if   i   remember   correctly   i’ve   only   being   doing   my   job.      playing   with   the   lost   souls   that   swim   in   my   river.      no   sacred   laws   have   been   broken   sweetheart.   ❞

[grantslife]

@winterdecay has been summoned ! / THERE   IS   SORROW   IN   HIS   EYES,       even   when   he   gazes   upon   his   grandmother's   frigid   splendor.   to   think   she   was   once   a   verdant   woman,   of   nature's   vibrancy   and   succor.   now,   to   think   she   has   become   the   frigid   bite   of   winter     -       he   cannot   blame   her   for   the   transformation   of   her   domain.   she   had   lost   her   daughter,   again,   and   further   more   her   grandchildren   during   the   invasion   of   time   itself.   zagreus   can   only   imagine   the   hurt   that   filled   her   heart.       “    grandmother,   to   know   you   are   still   as   radiant   and   well   as   ever   fills   me   with   unending   joy.    ”       but   there   is   a   pause,   giving   way   to   the   melancholy   he   could   hardly   hide.       “    but   there   is   a   sorrow   in   me   that   wonders   what   you've   endured,   wondering   what   transpired   in   the   underworld.   or   better   yet,   what   happened   to   your   daughter,   my   mother,   all   the   more.    ”

[nectaric]

stop looking at me like that . (For Hera maybe?)

“i’m afraid you’ll have to be more descriptive than that,” hera drawled, her chin resting in her palm. the look in question nearly faltered, the faintest of smirks twisting the corner of her mouth. she reined it back in, though, unable to resist tormenting demeter just a little. “i need you to describe this look in immense detail. i cannot know what i’ve done wrong if i don’t know what you’re talking about, after all. really describe it. see if you can even figure out where it’s coming from - maybe that will help.”

her words, so pointed they could pierce through metal, were coloured by amusement. hera did not want to have to tell demeter she was being a touch melodramatic - she would gladly let her come to that conclusion on her own.

“i’m sure, whatever look i’ve given you, i’ve given for a reason.”

[singofus-a]

@winterdecay​ asked: " and so she was down in the underworld, all this time. she had fallen in love and... did not tell me. she had a son and did not tell me. was i such a horrible mother to her? did i hurt her so, to deserve a punishment such as this? "

unprompted ask | Accepting

Hestia sat at her sister’s side with Demeter’s hand clasped in her lap, looking into the flames of the Olympus hearth. The goddess of the flame had expected Demeter to be upset after this evening below. Whatever the reason that had been given.

After those words, she squeezed her sister’s hands and stayed quiet as she tried to form the right words to comfort. Hestia felt it was difficult to know what to say when she had no experience of romantic love. She could not fully understand Kore. At least she believed that she couldn’t.

“I do not think that you were a bad mother, my dear. You did everything you could to make her happy. To protect her. Though these are perhaps things that you should ask her.” She first encourages, hoping that this will be the dawn of a time where the two can now communicate with one another. For the sake of them both, but Demeter in particular. “From my perception, people will do a lot of things for love. Maybe she feared that you would not let her.”

This is just what she thought. Aphrodite was proof that love had immense strength. There were tales of many who would kill, run, or die, for love. Hestia knew she herself would sacrifice her own happiness for that of her family.

[abyssalthrone]

@winterdecay​ II Starter Call

“In the name of Hades ...”

He certainly received the message. Demeter’s voice rings loud and clear in his ears. He was close to where his father awaited, and a boon from his grandmother would help in that bout. The two weren’t fighting to the death, of course. The truth was out. This was just for fun, really. Still, more ways to kick his father’s arse never hurt. 

“I thank you for your help, Grandmother.”

“It’s ... still an adjustment to call you that, I admit.” He chuckles, but it isn’t really a joke. “Mother is doing fine, however. I gave her your regards, as you requested.”

[littleblessing]

@winterdecay​ said: ★ how does Mac feel abt ur muse || Accepting

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better  

[littleblessing]

@winterdecay​ said: Demeter gently picks her up and kisses her forehead. \o/

“Ah!” the little goddling exclaims at being lifted up, face and eyes scrunching up in a happy little smile and a joyful little giggle sounding from her as Grandma Demeter kissed her forehead

[khthonic]

@winterdecay​

It was not strange to see Demeter so far from Olympus, she was the least affected by the deep cold across the land given that it was her weaving that brought it on.

However, on his beach?

“Lady Demeter,” a curt nod left Poseidon as he stepped a bit further out from the temple doorway, hidden away into the rocky cliff face. He stared out at the ocean ahead of them, the shores frozen slightly over but the churning fought against the deep freeze one might see in the lakes high in the mountains.

“What a surprise, and yet not one at all” he notes with an easy grin, adjusting the thick fabric over his chest and securing it slightly to shield himself from the cold winds of the longer winter that she insisted upon. “May I help you at all, or are you just here to seek some way past the natural might of the ocean against your glacial touch?” he wondered.