Hades watched the sun rise in the field from just beneath the flower and he waited. He knew this was going to succeed, he knew she would come. It took only a few hours until she did, just around the bend to where the flower sat so perfectly. She smiled, bending towards the flower to pick it up and Hades felt his heart racing. He opened his hands, the ground beneath the flower opening as his fingers did. There was no look of fear, no question in her eyes for there was no time. Within seconds, she was in his hands and the Earth closed around them as quickly as it opened.
They landed together, Hades hands locked around Persephone’s mouth in his throne room and he let go of her as quickly as he grabbed her. He meant no disrespect and he did not want to harm her. He immediately raised his hands, though he was prepared to fight (and win) if she were to try. “Persephone,” he breathed, smiling at her. “Nice to finally meet you, love."
Despeona was grateful when they finally left their home, leaving their mother to fiddle with her fingers and watch them as they went. She would never let Despeona forget her duty or how weak her sister was. She smiled at her sister, locked hands with her and teleported them to her first field of the day. She let go of her sister and smiled, grateful to not have to follow after her. She was tired after their adventure in the city and she knew that there were more fields for her to witness. She should save her strength lest someone come along. She found a tree and plopped on one of the low hanging branches, resting her head against the wood and admiring the flowers that were beginning to bloom.
Despoena opened her eyes, after realizing just how long they were sitting at this particular field. She hopped down from the branch, looking around the field wondering where her sister could have gone. She had not heard or felt the presence of another God. She was not asleep. She would have known if another God came to this place, wouldn’t she? She glanced to the edge of the field, wondering and a nervous feeling began to flutter in her stomach.
“Persephone,” she called, the sound echoing. She no longer felt the presence of her sister in this field. “Apollo,” she breathed, a whispered request. She was panicking, running through the field of flowers, smashing them as she passed. It was empty, empty around every corner. Apollo would help her, he would know where to look and he would not tell her mother. She was frantic, her dress pulled up in her hands so she could run quickly and a ball of energy fizzling at her fingers, ready to be thrown in defense.
@ Mother.Of.Dragons
They landed together, Hades hands locked around Persephone’s mouth in his throne room and he let go of her as quickly as he grabbed her. He meant no disrespect and he did not want to harm her. He immediately raised his hands, though he was prepared to fight (and win) if she were to try. “Persephone,” he breathed, smiling at her. “Nice to finally meet you, love."
Despeona was grateful when they finally left their home, leaving their mother to fiddle with her fingers and watch them as they went. She would never let Despeona forget her duty or how weak her sister was. She smiled at her sister, locked hands with her and teleported them to her first field of the day. She let go of her sister and smiled, grateful to not have to follow after her. She was tired after their adventure in the city and she knew that there were more fields for her to witness. She should save her strength lest someone come along. She found a tree and plopped on one of the low hanging branches, resting her head against the wood and admiring the flowers that were beginning to bloom.
Despoena opened her eyes, after realizing just how long they were sitting at this particular field. She hopped down from the branch, looking around the field wondering where her sister could have gone. She had not heard or felt the presence of another God. She was not asleep. She would have known if another God came to this place, wouldn’t she? She glanced to the edge of the field, wondering and a nervous feeling began to flutter in her stomach.
“Persephone,” she called, the sound echoing. She no longer felt the presence of her sister in this field. “Apollo,” she breathed, a whispered request. She was panicking, running through the field of flowers, smashing them as she passed. It was empty, empty around every corner. Apollo would help her, he would know where to look and he would not tell her mother. She was frantic, her dress pulled up in her hands so she could run quickly and a ball of energy fizzling at her fingers, ready to be thrown in defense.
@ Mother.Of.Dragons
January 3rd, 2017 at 12:40am