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ᾍδης 「 H a d e s 」 ([personal profile] bident) wrote in [community profile] bsumone2023-10-23 08:51 pm

❝ Loving you is in my nature, like how the leaves fall and petals know just when to open ❞


{ it’s something unspoken and unknowable }
💮 hades 💮 persephone 💮
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[personal profile] cyclically 2023-10-30 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
( it seems like any other day as persephone and his mother descend to earth below to tend to their beautiful crops — but persie, still a bit silly and childish and full of fanciful thoughts, is left to play with his friends as demeter works dutifully. his skilled fingers weave beautiful braids in the hair of a naiad in his favorite spring as they gossip and giggle about the woes of mortal world, about handsome river naiads, about wishes and hopes and goals of the future —

something which persephone lacks, really. demeter loves him with her entire being, so she shelters him, keeps her son held closely, never lets him wander too far away where she can't feel his warm presence. he doesn't know better because he knows nothing else.

that changes today.

persie sits in a field of flowers, head full of daydreams, carefully plucking flowers that he intends to weave into a pretty crown for his naiad friend, only the loveliest, most vibrant petals to adorn her head —

and then all he can do is gasp as hades takes him, pulls them deep into the depths of the underworld, pupils dilated as they adjust to the light (or lack thereof). his feet touch the hard ground and he can only gape at the god beside him, entire body trembling even as he desperately wills it not to. it's unclear if he's scared or cold, or maybe —

he's just angry. persephone's gaze flickers to the spread presented to him on the table before he looks back at hades with a fierceness that even he did not know he possessed. )


This is not my home.
cyclically: (𝐗𝐈𝐕.)

[personal profile] cyclically 2023-11-02 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
( hades stares at him in a way that makes persephone want to shrink into himself, suddenly grateful for the darkness of the underworld that hides the flush of pink nearly as bright as his hair that washes over his cheeks, tinges the tips of his ears as he accidentally meets the god's gaze. he's determined not to back down, though, small hands curling into fists at his sides.

if only he knew how to fight, to protect himself, instead of surrounding himself with pretty things that all seem far too frivolous right now. but what would persie do against the very god of death himself?

at the mention of eating, persephone frowns, brow furrowed as he approaches the table. a pomegranate makes its way into his palm, and he studies it intently for a moment before declaring: )
This could be poisoned, or — or another one of your tricks. ( and if he petulantly drops it to the floor, lets it roll, so be it. ) There isn't anything here that I must do except return home.
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[personal profile] cyclically 2023-11-13 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
( persie's gaze follows the path that hades' hand takes, and briefly considers just — running. would hades follow him? probably not. but there are fearsome creatures that reside in the underworld, or so he's heard. the tales of the god's dog alone are enough to make persephone shudder in his place, thinking about three jaws full of teeth clamping down hard on his body, tearing him to pieces — )

What do you want from me?

( suddenly, his voice sounds a lot smaller, and he hates it. the question is genuine, though, exasperated because he can't fathom why such a powerful god would ... keep him like this. he's naïve, but he's heard stories of gods who simply — take what they want and move on, leave the other to suffer the consequences.

why had hades brought him here? )