WATCHDOG

Sometimes one has got to become monstrous in order to survive.

I don’t know how to apologize, so… Unfuck you. Or whatever.

persephone sits in a courtroom dress as green as summer trees her lipstick red as blood her golden crown sits on the table and hermes stares her down “did you eat the seeds of your own free will?” a dagger fashioned into a question hades flinches, front-row seat; thanatos his defense attorney demeter straightens in the audience a flower blooms in her sun-browned hair her curls a halo round her daughter’s face and persephone smiles “i did.” shocked gasps in the courtroom the jury whispers amongst themselves deities, spirits, nymphs, and ghosts all here to judge the king of hell “why?” persephone looks into her husband’s eyes lord and lady, king and queen she takes her crown and settles it upon her summer curls “centuries ago,” she says, every word a titan-sized whisper, “i was only a girl. look at me now.” persephone stands in a courtroom and hades smiles for here, she is a queen

I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.

immortals in love with humans (◡‿◡✿)