our lady of the underground

Goodnight, brothers, goodnight

“  i’m happy when you’re around.  ”

“  i like having you here.  ”

“  i’m glad you came.  ”

“  just tell me what you need.  let me give it to you?  ”

“  why are you smiling at me like that?  ”

“  i trust you with parts of myself i’m afraid to show anyone else.  ”

“  you have a good heart.  ”

“  your eyes look so beautiful in this lighting.  ”

“  i’m all yours.  not going anywhere.  ”

“  you have my full attention.  ”  

“  i never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now.  ”

“  follow me,  i have a surprise for you.  ”

“  you make me feel brave.  ”

“  come walk with me.  let’s get some air.  ”

“  c’mere.  sit down.  tell me what’s going on.  ”

“  i want you around.  if i didn’t,  i wouldn’t be here would i?  ”

“  it’s okay,  you can sit here with me for as long as you’d like.  ”  

“  here,  take my hand.  ”

“  stay still—  i’m trying to hug you.  ”

“  do you like my new dress?  ”

“  do you like my new suit?  ”

“  could you hug me again?  i think i need it.  ”

“  i like hearing your heart beating when i put my head on your chest.  ”  

“  i like watching you work.  ”  

“  just sit there.  i’m going to make you something to eat.  ” 

“  why don’t you tell me what i can do to make your day better?  ”

“  what’s on your mind?  i want to listen.  ”

“  i sure you hope you don’t think you’re walking out that door without giving me a kiss first.  ”

“  i know i need to go but—  one more kiss.  ”

“  here,  take my jacket.  you look like you need it more.  ”

“  keep the jacket,  looks better on you.  ”

“  you just make me feel good when you’re here.  i feel better any time you’re around.  ”

“  i don’t feel whole unless i’m touching you.  ”

[ GRIN ]  for one muse to reach out and playfully push the other’s cheeks up to make their lips curve into smile. 

[ PRESS ]  for one muse to poke either side of the other’s cheeks where smile dimples would be. 

[ BOOP ]  for one muse to playfully tap the other’s nose with their finger. 

[ LIGHT ]  for one muse to kiss the other’s cheek. 

[ WARM ]  for one muse to take off their jacket and drape it around the other who is cold. 

[ COMFORT ] for one muse to place a jacket or blanket around the other’s shoulders because they’re upset. 

[ TEASE ]  for one muse to squish the other’s face between their hands. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to gently pinch the other’s cheek in response to something they said. 

[ REST ] for one muse to rest their head against the other’s shoulder while they talk. 

[ REASSURE ]  for one muse to place their hand on the other’s back as a subtle comforting gesture. 

[ SAFE ]  for one muse to wrap their arm around the other’s shoulders and kiss their temple. 

[ LEAP ] for one muse to run and jump into the other’s arms because they’re excited to see them. 

[ SEEK ] for one muse to track down the other at a crowded function because they noticed they slipped away. 

[ COMPANY ] for muses to sit on a balcony or roof together sharing a drink/food/joint etc. 

[ HELD ]  for one muse to offer their hand out to the other to hold to comfort them.

[ REACH ] for one muse to reach out and take the other’s hand to comfort them.  

[ LACE ]  for one muse to hook their arm around the other’s while they walk. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to offer their arm to the other while they walk. 

[ DIRECT ] for one muse to pull the other into that kind of hug where their hand rests against their head and they tuck them under their chin. 

[ SLEEP ]  one muse discovers the other napping and simply joins them. 

[ EQUAL ]  for a taller muse to pick up the other and place them sitting on a counter/table so they can be eye level. 

@shiningstarryeyes​ - ‘song of achilles’ sentence prompts

       “if you knew what it was like, you wouldn’t!” persephone snaps in a low hiss; beyond everything she hates it when mortals speak so kindly of the underworld, the eternal darkness they think awaits them. the way things used to be, sure. but those ideals are way too out of date. what waits them in the afterlife now - well, ain’t so pretty or ideal anymore. metal and steels, factories and mines, the utter loss of one’s entire self. she looks away, frustration burning in her veins. 

THE countess sniffles when she is offered the handkerchief && she quickly wipes at her cheeks that are very possibly stained with streaks of make-up. The glass of wine that is shoved in her hand only stops her from wailing anymore but she feels more tears in her eyes. She isn’t used to this kindness.

Hearing such things from the goddess baffles her. Countries where women are allowed to live as equals , a place where respect is not scarce to the minorities of society’s norms. Had Persephone been a mortal as she was , Hélène never would have believed a single word that came out of her mouth. “ I would leave that stupid man of a husband if I had a chance but divorce isn’t easy. There’s a taboo that no one would marry a divorced woman but I wouldn’t know any better about what goes on around. I hear things && I just listen. ” She yearns to get out here , start over but things were always easier said than done. “ I certainly have a lot to learn from you…” she murmurs with a hint of a smile then takes a sip of the wine.

    persephone sits in a chair just opposite of helene, sipping her wine. she sets it aside on the table and leans forward then, expression morphing into something a bit softer. 

    “that ain’t a taboo. men come. men go. there are plenty of others who would see marryin’ someone like you a blessin’, divorced or not.” she says quietly. “fuck the rumors. the gossip. are they really worth your misery? worth this?” persephone has half the mind to drag helene back to her own country, find her a place there. surely she’d be happier there. or anywhere really. anywhere but with this husband of hers. but really, who is she to talk? her and hades are a mess of their own - granted, she still very much loves her man. and he ain’t ever raised a hand to her. he wouldn’t have hands left if he tried. 

blood memes. @shiningstarryeyes​

@shiningstarryeyes​ - ‘song of achilles’ sentence prompts

       “if you knew what it was like, you wouldn’t!” persephone snaps in a low hiss; beyond everything she hates it when mortals speak so kindly of the underworld, the eternal darkness they think awaits them. the way things used to be, sure. but those ideals are way too out of date. what waits them in the afterlife now - well, ain’t so pretty or ideal anymore. metal and steels, factories and mines, the utter loss of one’s entire self. she looks away, frustration burning in her veins. 

TEARS cloud her vision but they do not fall.  She’s never cried in front of anybody before  &&  even in front of a goddess ,   she finds the most humane thing to be humiliating.  She follows Persephone’s guidance ,   settling herself upon the chair she had been led to ,   &&  she lowers her head to dab at the brimming tears with her gloves.

     persephone produces a handkerchief from her bag and offers it to helene and a bottle of wine follows shortly, one of the last bottles of her favorite dandelion kind. she pours them both a heavy glass - helene’s just a bit more full - and puts it in her hand because right now, liquor is her answer for everything. 

blood memes. @shiningstarryeyes​