âGerman people are quiet, then BOOM! They take over Poland for no good reason!â
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akki laughs, a bright tinkling sound, bringing the champagne up to her lips again. theyâre both a little too far past tipsy, but akki likes it like that; always has. why sit in solemn sobriety when you can bubble free?
âthatâs not the point, subi and you know it!â sheâs having a hard time keeping herself on her chair, heels clacking a little against the long, metal legs. âall- all i was saying was that you canât trust them! no one! perhaps especially not the germans! theyâre so loud and demanding- no. none. no. one.â
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ââ OH MY, IS THAT [ PERSEPHONEÂ ] I SEE? NO, PARDON ME â ITâS [ CHOÂ SUBIN ] NOW, ISNâT IT. HAVE YOU HEARD THEYâRE NOW LIVING IN [ OLYMPUS TOWERSÂ ] AND WORKING AS [ 'THE MADAMâ AT TITANIUMÂ ] ?
     WHY DONâT WE GREET THEM, FOR OLD TIMESâ SAKE ?
         AND SEE IF THEY FOUND THEIR HAPPILY EVER AFTER, AFTER ALL  .  .  .
â THE HOMELANDS
your mother warned you constantly. she reprimanded your foolish thinking.
( my dear kore, stop running with those bruised feet. youâre brittle enough. )
how naive could the small girl could get was her constant thought that always fleeted. you always wore a smile. a pretty smile that was remarked by those on the heavens. despite the words of your mother were coated with hostility, you knew her better. they were tender and endearing enough, all showing within her actions.
( my dear kore, mother loves you a lot. let petals flourish at your state. )
her small pats, her embracing hugs and her sweet lullabies that accompanied the ebony night. as your mother bestowed her the virtues that most desired, you incarnated spring within your core. your hair that was brushed against the winds that enchanted the sweetest melodies found on the season. the flowers greeted you with their faintest appearance that was worthy to be noticed by the queen. a queen, the label that was latched once your presence had rang through the depths of greece. their worship that elated with thin wrappings of love were welcomed. the ethereal goddess of the spring had bloom with the kisses of chaste shielding her porcelain skin. your frame that danced among the heavens was bestowed with protection by your dear father.
( my dear kore, bloom to the goddess that is worthy to be noticed. )
but you wonder now if the protection that your father gifted you was enough. no, you never came to questioned such because you loved, loved, loved too much to think of such. but the thought came once he came to your life. his storming grip that dragged you to his doom. the thin line that was clenched between your uprising was broken. the fragments falling on your feet.
( my dear kore, forgive me. forgive me for not protecting you. forgive me for being incompetent. )
he goes by the names of hades. you heard rumors about him. the one who was banned from the heavens. your judgement was pitched once his name voiced throughout the corridors of the pristine halls. his paintings evidently torn, the remainings turned to dust. due of the grievance he carried against the kingdom. you wondered to yourself if the ordeal was destined to be. the oracle whose words imprinted on your flesh. but the oracle tended to hold the realms of fate. she never permitted you to glance on her chronicles.
( my dear highness, kore. you will learn to grow. forgive me for lying to you. )
becauses you were her becoming her favorite chronicle. you delved deeper to his fearful hand. your fingers were brushing against the petals that your worshippers gave you the strength to built. your smile present because your mother promised you that night about having time together. but the deluge on the atmosphere was becoming pressuring within your shoulders. your movements becoming stiff at the force that pulsed you unable to move. reminiscing fear.
( persephone, the one who belongs to me. my queen who will reign. )
within the collapse of time sending their apologies towards you, a grip tighten around your frame. the oxygen that used to be confined on your lungs were crushed, screams released from your throat. your vocals pitching though the winds that were wrecking your core to continue. tears spilled from your hues causing the rivers to torment through the lands of your followers. your cries became eminent as you were torn from the blessing of the gods towards the underground.
( persephone, the new queen of the underground. greet your new ruler. )
the underground dired, Â malice lashed upon your limbs breaking the remaining force you held. the marriage was compromised with a few words and swollen miseries that your emotions bursted on. the universe wasnât being kind to you, such as how your draining power was also misled. where people perished. your motherâs wrath was unforgiving, everyone across her reign was well aware of her outburst. but it didnât stop him for continuing the futile attempts to extract the love you used to free at your touch. it was drained from the solemn vicinity that greeted you every time your hues fluttered.
( my dear persephone, why you remained with that filthy man? )
trickery was on his sleeve, the tide that cause her to remain was the scent of mint and the saccharine pomegranate. no reciprocate feelings grew on such burst, it was rather defeat that slouched on her frame. she belonged on the realms of the underworld, where hades had her trapped on his touch.
( my dear persephone, donât let this stop you. )
â DONGHWA
the homelands had fallen and the outrage was eminent through the realms. the chronicles were no longer sustained and their glory deranged at the notice of war. the woman faltered, but nonetheless viewed this as an opportunity to escape. despite that the crown was worn within her strands, her nails stained with carmine. no longer was she the goddess whom loved beyond and carried spring on her aura. it was torn with ripples of death and power that bloomed with her chaste nature unrestored. her feet were on the stance of being able to bring forth the revolution on her own matter. her lips that are settled with a darker hue over grew as a smirk and revolted.
accept the world as you did prior your past. accept it as the goddess she was.
( dear kore, where did your core go. your soul is rather solemn now. )
hence, how the female overtake the guise of a woman whose beauty blossomed by her years. her strands no longer held the life from the nature, but they were shining under the sunlight. her smile was no longer effervescent but it was one that most were enthralled with. her words that are coated with sincerity were wrapped among dulcet lies that canât stop spilling.
( dear kore, where is the nourished spring calling for your name? )
cho subin was on top of the social hierarchy chain, mostly with the influence that pushed tides.
they were most that raved among her figure, not that she minded. the syllables were always twisted at their own benefits, their vices would remain on their bones. but as the rumors rushed through the bristling crowd, subin sparked attention among the crowd. chronicles characters tailed against her back, all bringing her towards buying their glamour. mostly, she would be displeased because the goddess desired for more and her greed was nonstop. but little did subin knew that her gaze was marked around one of the most influential women.
her beauty was almost outrageous but her persuasive coated actions were pulling her towards the idea. titanium seemed as her luxurious outlet that subin had searched for a few months. not that she minded somewhere low, subin could be pleased with mere flowers and the presence of spring. but she was also pleased and satisfied with a few of her fortes brought forth upon her. hence, her name was changed throughout the grounds and the madam was incarnated on the world. her name and features were beaten by the otherâs visage and her own influence growing.
persephone was a suitable name at her own palette, the name sounding melancholic.
( dear persephone, where did your heart wilt? )
but, she was the queen and her roots will never able to abide their path any further. hades dragged her upon the underground once, printing marks of his own illusive nature. it was nature for the queen who was ready to overtake his throne would dominate across her feigned home.
she was cho subin, ready to overtake with sweet words and sweeter appearance.
â GLAMOUR
she obtains her glamour through the most reliable source can be found on donghwa, totenkinder. the prices are some of the most outrageous one her visage has come across. but albeit, subin canât fight with the witch whose presence and power is well known across all the characters have come to know. hence, her bags that are filled with glamour once her job has come to its final. yet, they are certain times where the problems come and they are troubles happening when the magical substance isnât able to be found. at the price of her to be able to adapt on the mundane world, she finds herself giving up her energy that usually upholds for seemingly an eternity. but once the glamour is worn off and restrained, her brunette locks turn to glistening grey. her powers unable to be retained will escape with a mere curse or laughter. plants would bloom with no control, their control unable to return and her fellow smaller creatures would reap through the mundane world with no qualms.
