#chthonickeys

And still, Zagreus felt an irritating sense of foreboding.

It's a night of fun, he had told himself, over and over, a pretty chest of carefully crafted floral gifts for the group they had organized, and still he was beside himself. Not for any particular reason, he supposed - even if the whisperings of shades in his ears lately, as well as those of his friends, had plenty of reason to give him pause. He just... wanted to be sure that they would have a good time. Even if he didn't get along with all of them, all the time, they were still good people. Important to him in some form or another.

It certainly wouldn't do if he stood and worried himself sick, he tried to remind himself, bouncing nervously from foot to foot as he waited for the rest of his companions to convene. Only a touch more formal, and still entirely his energetic, lively self, he put on his best smile, and worked to convince himself that thing would progress just fine.

"Let's do this."

"Hades!" she calls him as soon as she steps in the House once again, after spending the whole day in the garden. It seems like the entire House shakes as its Lord lets out his anger, most Shades and residents making sure to hide away - but not her. She walks a little too fast, showing how worried she actually is, but her voice is still firm and sure as she approaches "Hades, dear! Please, you'll make the entire House collapse"

          UNPROMPTED. // @chthonickeys​ → persephone.

The Underworld must Thank the Heavens it was her.

Would have it been anyone else, no one can imagine the horros the House would have gone through. No one, not even Hypnos, not even Nyx -- not even Chaos themselves. He felt his rage boil and cascade on him like an infernal shower, and he hated it. He basked in that anger, and he hated every second of it.

His fists tremble at his side. Not even work can keep him distracted. When was the last time he got so angry ?

... When his father ate him,                        When he was cast down,                                                  When his love ran away,                                                                        When his son rebelled.

Yet she touches him, and slowly, the shaking dies down. She’s right. He has to stop. He has to control himself. With a heavy sigh, he tries to wash away his wrath. It doesn’t work, but it’s a start.

@chthonickeys    sent   [   alecto   ]   :   ‘ bleed for me. you owe me that. ’

an angel in the elysium, while not showing his true nature and keeping his wings hidden, is certainly a weird vision. if the souls are aware of his origin, castiel is not aware; but he is aware of finding himself in foreign territory, and thus he’s avoiding to interfere with local troubles, preferring to stay aside and exchange word only with whom approaches him first, instead of doing the first step. that how his exploration goes - until he gets to the borders of the elysium, and the sound of cheering and fighting comes to his ears.

the structure the sounds come from catches his attention first. its shape reminds him of the coliseum in its glorious days, and together with the noise of clashes and weapons the conclusion of what that place is comes natural  ——  which gets him even more curious. he’s an angel, after all: the saint epithet for fighter and soldier. the sound of a fight is always something that talks to his core and nature. joining the queue to get inside is only a matter of time.

his presence is easily noticeable between the souls  ——  some confused by him, some not even paying attention to the living creature sitting beside them on the bleachers. the stadium soon opens its inner doors to the protagonists of the next match, and the angel leans forward a little bit as the fight begins. eyes observe the movements, interest growing stronger and stronger as the two sides clash. one of them appears quite in trouble.

« slower  ——  you need to go slower. » he finds himself saying at some point. while not screaming, he’s talking loud enough for the part in difficulty to hear him clearly enough, with an extremely calm and methodic tone of voice. « attacking without thinking is not a solution. simply dodge for a bit. study the adversary. »