A LAUGH escapes from her throat, though it is bitter and inappropriate in such a place as this. from her place on the palace floor, her power & authority feels oddly exiguous — a stark contrast to the overworld. here, souls and skulls dance freely, UNBOTHERED by her presence. this feeling is not unfamiliar, but has never grown accustomed to it.
❛ i’m sure that would go over well with your husband. ❜ never has there been any change with hades. it is always the same: guide the soul back to the earth ( safely, unless she wants to loathe the rest of her existence ), and repeat. she doubts that her complaints will take heed, but then again, CURIOSITY KILLS. ❛ where would i go, anyways ? to assist apollo ? ❜ sarcasm is a virtue.
@ypogeios / cont. from here
SHE RISES SLOW, FINDING SUCH TRADITIONAL formality unnecessary. ❛ there are other tasks within our underworld, as i’m sure you know. ❜ persephone glances towards her with slight smile, the shadow of the joke lingering in the corners of her mouth. ❛ my husband would certainly be disappointed to lose such a talented worker. ❜ the goddess makes a queenly stride across the throne room floor.
IT HAS BEEN MISTAKENLY WRITTEN that the forms of gods are towering. persephone stood a foot below her counterpart, now that they stood at one another’s side. ❛ but if you deem necessary such a dramatic alteration, one could be arranged. ❜ the words echo with a bite in the hall. persephone turns toward the door, an invitation hanging in stale air. ❛ humor me with a walk, won’t you ? ––– we can peruse your OPTIONS OF PROFESSION, if you’d like. ❜
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