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Hades felt nerves bubble up within him which was a feeling that he was not used to. He hadn’t been nervous in thousands of years, if not longer. She brought this out within him. He wasn’t even nervous when he stole her from her world. He felt affirmed in his decision now to do so. It seems her world was not very kind to her. Yet, as she pushed herself even closer and her fingers trailed along his neck, he felt goosebumps rise on his skin; she never ceased to surprise him. Hidden underneath the nerves was a deep layer of guilt. For even though he knew that she had chosen him in this moment, he wondered if she would always choose him.
He moved his hand upwards, pulling back to look at her face and her tired eyes. He cupped her chin and leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips. It was exactly how he imagined it to be - warm, soft, inviting. He pressed his forehead against her and he felt tears in his eyes. He had not cried in his entire life.
“Persephone,” he said, his voice tight, “I do not think I can continue to do this. I cannot keep you like this. It is selfish. You belong on Earth.”
It seemed almost impossible to quell the pain that Despoena felt within her. She felt the safest here or within her own quarters. She had to stay, but she could not stay and continue to hurt Apollo so. While she could not be happy, perhaps she could pretend to be for him. Despoena always tried to be authentic, this was the time that a bit of pretending did more good than it did harm. She let Apollo take her hand and lead her through his home.
She could almost laugh at the very stark difference in their homes. Where Apollo’s was grand, hers was sensible. Where his was open and shining, hers was dark and shielded. She wondered if that was why he always seemed so happy; he surrounded himself with luxury. While Apollo was warm, the sun that fell onto them when they walked outside was even warmer. Once again, they were each others’ foil. Where Despoena was calm and collected (or pretending to be), Apollo had an impish and nervous energy to him.
If they were to be stuck here for now, she did not have to be miserable. Persephone has been missing for sometime now. Does every single one of Despoena’s hours have to be plagued with sorrow? She could make a choice to be happy, if just for a moment. Resolved, she let her fingers fall to the side of her gown and it slid from her shoulders. “It’s a lovely day for a swim,” she said, with just a slip of sheer white silk left on her body.
Hades felt nerves bubble up within him which was a feeling that he was not used to. He hadn’t been nervous in thousands of years, if not longer. She brought this out within him. He wasn’t even nervous when he stole her from her world. He felt affirmed in his decision now to do so. It seems her world was not very kind to her. Yet, as she pushed herself even closer and her fingers trailed along his neck, he felt goosebumps rise on his skin; she never ceased to surprise him. Hidden underneath the nerves was a deep layer of guilt. For even though he knew that she had chosen him in this moment, he wondered if she would always choose him.
He moved his hand upwards, pulling back to look at her face and her tired eyes. He cupped her chin and leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips. It was exactly how he imagined it to be - warm, soft, inviting. He pressed his forehead against her and he felt tears in his eyes. He had not cried in his entire life.
“Persephone,” he said, his voice tight, “I do not think I can continue to do this. I cannot keep you like this. It is selfish. You belong on Earth.”
It seemed almost impossible to quell the pain that Despoena felt within her. She felt the safest here or within her own quarters. She had to stay, but she could not stay and continue to hurt Apollo so. While she could not be happy, perhaps she could pretend to be for him. Despoena always tried to be authentic, this was the time that a bit of pretending did more good than it did harm. She let Apollo take her hand and lead her through his home.
She could almost laugh at the very stark difference in their homes. Where Apollo’s was grand, hers was sensible. Where his was open and shining, hers was dark and shielded. She wondered if that was why he always seemed so happy; he surrounded himself with luxury. While Apollo was warm, the sun that fell onto them when they walked outside was even warmer. Once again, they were each others’ foil. Where Despoena was calm and collected (or pretending to be), Apollo had an impish and nervous energy to him.
If they were to be stuck here for now, she did not have to be miserable. Persephone has been missing for sometime now. Does every single one of Despoena’s hours have to be plagued with sorrow? She could make a choice to be happy, if just for a moment. Resolved, she let her fingers fall to the side of her gown and it slid from her shoulders. “It’s a lovely day for a swim,” she said, with just a slip of sheer white silk left on her body.
October 8th, 2018 at 03:39pm
