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Persephone wrapped the hand that Hazel had extended in both of her own, the goddess' touch surprisingly warm, despite the perpetual chill of the Underworld around them. It wasn't cold, really, especially considering the fact that it was winter up above, but it was chillier than Hazel had expected. Her stepmother's warmth is inviting, and Hazel found herself smiling back at the goddess, a fleeting thought that she could understand why Pluto had been so taken with Hazel's own mother.

The thought is gone as quickly as it surfaced, the girl putting it out of her mind. They had been separated when Maria had summoned the Lord of the Underworld, but Hazel still felt a momentary pang of guilt that her father had strayed away from his wife.

Hazel nods when Persephone tells her there's no need to be so formal with family, which she supposes is true. She didn't call her father Lord Pluto--or Lord Hades, since he appeared to be in his Greek aspect most of the time, but it had been her first time meeting Persephone. Quite frankly, she hadn't wanted to assume she could be so informal with her stepmother, but now that she had assurances otherwise, Hazel would do her best to be more familiar.

          he’s affronted by even the suggestion that he should rest. bianca wouldn’t rest. hazel wouldn’t rest. percy wouldn’t rest. sure, he isn’t as heroic as his sisters and the son of poseidon, but he’s trying, and that has to count for something. he stretches himself thin, scours the world above and below for solutions to problems that shouldn’t exist. and after participating in two or three wars, a boy gets lost. years spent fighting against physical terrors and now... nothing. he can’t go back to who he was. he doesn’t even know who he is. 

❝ you’ve made mistakes. we all did. it’s in the past. ❞      

Lost Meme -- @calledkore

GODDESS OF SPRINGTIME. QUEEN OF THE UNDERWORLD. ( @calledkore )

THE DEMIGOD SON OF HADES. THE GHOST KING. ( @stygicniron ) 

On the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, Hades had decided that he was going to visit Persephone.  They hadn't been married for very long, and being away from her for six months was simply too long.

The concept of romantic love had once seemed impossible for Hecate to grasp. It was not in her nature to flock to others, to seek out comfort in their presence. No, she was more suited to a life of observation from a distance and cataloging what she witnessed. The fateful day that Hades and Persephone had met, however, had changed all of that. 

There was a lot to be said when even someone as so utterly out of tune with the affairs of the heart as herself had been able to see the thing that sparked between them. It had been a vibrant and unstoppable a force, as powerful as the desolation that would follow when Demeter learned of her daughter’s disappearance by Hecate’s own word. What Hades and Persephone had, visible even in the minuscule of moments that Hecate had been privy to, was so moving that the goddess knew any other love would never hold a candle in comparison.

It is why Hecate finds fond humor in Persephone’s fretting, hands clasped in front of herself as she regards the other woman. “Hades has never struck me as the type that would not know what he wants.” She steps further into the room, pace deliberately slow until she finds herself just feet away from the daughter of harvest. “And I happen to know that he is just as anxious to see you return, if not moreso.”

She would not be surprised to learn Hades was counting down the seconds until he was reunited with his bride, the way the Underworld’s aura seemed to change with ever passing moment as the time grew closer. Maybe a little livelier, excitement palpable as Hecate had taken the familiar route in order to come find Persephone for the next season.

“Come now,” she says, setting herself down at the edge of the bed. “Hades would be a fool to even consider the notion of no longer wanting you. And he is not a fool, is he?”

“sometimes family is worth the trouble. believe me.”

Ask Meme: The Musical ! -- @calledkore

Nico’s smile is small and drawn tight, eyes trained on the door to the other room where he knows Hades is pacing and certainly about to come with a stern lecture as soon as he sorts out the mess Nico’s left behind. Because of course Nico has failed again, not lived up to all that Hades wanted of him and certainly not measuring up to his sister Bianca. Something twists in his throat, making it harder to breathe as his nails dig into the palms of his hands and is stomach cramps.

The Last of Us Sentence Starters // Accepting

HE LOOKS DOWN at Persephone at her question, dark eyes thoughtful.  What she'd asked could be interpreted several different ways, really, and he hoped his answer would be enough for her.  

If it was the other way around, would you have come back for me?

She wants to know if he would go to the ends of the earth, into the very depths of the Underworld, if he wasn't the Lord of it, for HER.  Would he have thrown himself to his knees in front of the dread ruler, the King with his heart of stone, to save the woman he loved?

"I would tear the very fabric of this universe for you," he murmured, lifting a hand to her cheek, thumb stroking along soft skin that he knew so well.  "I would rend time and space itself, if I had to."  

If it was the other way around, would you have come back for me?

And even if it's not what she's asking, he hears "Would you trust me enough to come with you, to the very end?"  He WANTS to say yes, wants to shout it from the depths of the Underworld to the heights of Olympus.......because he DOES trust her.  It's HIMSELF he wouldn't have trusted.  It's HIMSELF he would have doubted.  The way that Orpheus had suspected Hades was trying to trick him....., Hades himself would have doubted that HE was enough.