not all is dark

@blessedemise | starter call | hella accepting

               “Macaria! Goodness child, you get  lovelier every time I see you.” Granted, they were both gods and plagued with beauty, but that didn’t stop Hestia from complimenting her niece. The home goddess, still dressed her in hospital scrubs, approached the child of her brother, joy emanating from every pore. “How’ve you been doing?” Hestia was dying to know how the other was getting on in the mortal realm, how she was adjusting to a world that nearly completely forgotten about their kind. 

–––––  ❝  i ain’t no hero, so clearly you’re not going to be dealing with me down there any time soon. unless something pretty drastic changes and my father accepts me as his actual child again,  ❞ leigh-rose shrugged simply, just about ready to continue on her way when another question caught her attention.  ❝  you don’t know me, then? since… well, since you’re talking to me i just assume…?  ❞ 

–––––  ❝  not everyone i met always thought they were going to be a hero.  ❞ she paused curiosity shaping her features.   ❝  what influence does you father have on you?  ❞ she knew that relations between gods and their children were never simple.    ❝  you’re correct. we have only just met. everything that i know i about you comes from the last few minutes.    ❞ 

––––– ❝  fucking hell, if i run into another one of you then my head’s going to explode. i don’t do favors for your kind anymore, not for GODS. anyway, thanks, i guess. not like i haven’t died before or anything. hell is… hell, that’s all i have to say on it. no offense, i mean,  ❞ the last statement is added on like a sticker pressed to a bad apple, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. those who called themselves gods had never been kind to her, not once in her life, and she had reasons to hate their kind.

––––– ❝  not all of us are quite so terrible. i wasn’t going to ask for a favor. as for the underworld, not all of it is the same. actually there are quite a few different parts. i, myself, tend to deal with heroes mostly. i make sure they get the peace and everything they deserve for all they’ve given. and no offense taken.  ❞ she said unable to stop herself from explain more about the underworld after all it had been where she had grown up.

       Home is the peace and sanctuary of the Underworld, the warm embraces of her children and husband. The goddess of spring, she is, bringing light where she travels and leaving the cold embrace of winter when she leaves. While the sun sits tall within the sky, the realm below experiences the chill. Cold, so cold, and it tears her apart every moment. Perhaps seeing her children now will help ease the pain later when she truly comes to miss them months before the end of the harvest. For what it’s worth, Persephone will take any moment she can to be a mother again and feel more complete.

       The hand that strokes her hair soon relaxes upon her daughter’s cheek when she puts only a little distance between them. Her palm against the softness of her cheek, thumb gently comforting and ridding of the tears that fill her eyes. A smile forms to, hopefully, bring one upon hers. This isn’t the time for being sad, not when they can spend more time together and see the world in all its’ beauty.

       ❝ As your mother, I shall always worry. But I trust you all to stay united until my return. Your father loves you just as I do. ❞ Taking Macaria’s hand in both of hers, Persephone leads her to walk among the fields. ❝ I have things to show you if you would walk with me a ways. I have more trinkets for you. ❞ 

       Born into a place surrounded by death she never lost her own light. Even since a child she knew that she had gotten that light from her mother. She had always wanted to be like her mother. She was one of the most amazing people that she had met. She had grown up wide eyed as she learned of her mothers past. She found her mother to be one of the strongest people that she knew. She never truly felt the cold of the realm that she was born into. Perhaps it was from the fact that she had been born into it. She had only heard stories of the land with sun for the first years of her life. She would crawl into her mothers bed her eyes shining with curiosity and wonder as she asked her mother to tell her another story of her time on earth. 

       She stepped away from her more a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stared across at her mother. She had always seen her as the most beautiful and kind people. As a smile appeared on her mothers face she couldn’t help but to smile herself. Her mother had always inspired happiness in her even without trying. It seemed that wherever her mother went happiness and hope seemed to follow her.