#mppersephone

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She tried, she really did. She tried to pull herself out of it but, here she was sat on her couch surrounded by sadness as sunlight poured through her windows. Her dozens of potted plants were desperate for some water, she hadn’t showered for 3 days at this point and was pretty sure if she focused hard enough the lack of food and water would become obvious. Yet, she was just numb to it all. She made the mistake of forgetting to refill her sleeping pills and has been haunted by insomnia and nightmares when she does sleep. It was like her supervisor wanted her to suffer.

It had been 4 days out of 8 she was forced to take off of work. Krystal couldn’t exactly disagree when her boss almost forced her to take vacation time, she knew she was running herself into the ground. What her boss didn’t know was that it was the only way she could distract herself from what was currently plaguing her. Work was what kept her from sliding, exhausting her to the point that she would find nothing but dreamless nights of sleep and her mind so preoccupied she couldn’t think of anything else. It prevented these bad days when she had nothing to distract her from the thoughts and memories that haunt her every second.

There wasn’t a specific memory of Persephone entering her life, she just kind of materialized in her memories. Maybe she just didn’t remember, her mind numb at the time - similarly to how it was now. Krystal didn’t like putting her problems on others, it was why she also hated going to see a therapist but, that one little positive voice in the back of her head told her to lean on this goddess. So without even really thinking she picked up her phone and found her contact, she listened to it ring, only half registering a voice over the speaker. “It’s bad.” Was all she could croak out past her dry throat, her face tight from dried tears and dehydration.

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“so you see,” he says, taking a moment to let all of the talking he has just done cross the small distance between them. “i need your help.”

three hours ago he was still at kore beauty, talking to a most unprofessional (his personal opinion) demigoddess with no clue of how to properly help him. that disappointment of a trip caused him to search for his best friend’s lively essence among the others around the island so he could get some proper advice from her, but once he’d gotten into her apartment with a cup of tea in hand and the reason for his visit asked of him, he’d felt like the entire explanation was necessary to help persephone better understand his struggle.

so, he’d taken a deep breath, allowed her to mentally prepare for his waterfall of words and set into the story. only now, two and a half hours later, does he feel like he has properly and eloquently explained to the goddess - who might just be his best friend in the world - exactly how much trouble he is in. with his interest in freya and the goddess’ clear doubts over his intentions due to his fliratious nature, confessing his very real feelings to her had become a bit of a painful thing in a way, considering she hadn’t believed a word of it. and now here he is, trying to properly court her with gifts and attention in hopes of making her realise how serious he is about all of it.

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“Begging is never a duty of kings, much less the King of Olympus, father. Of course you won’t beg.”

The goddess replied with an undisguided proud and confidence that were rarely seen in their conversations. Those words and expressions were from the bottom of her heart, as she truly wanted Zeus to feel better about himself and to know that he had got all of her support. “What you need to do is reminding all of them who is the real king, father, then it will be them only who would get on their knees and beg.”

Zeus was moved by his daughter’s confidence and pride. Admittingly before their talk in January, in which both of them finally connected with each other, he never had thought to see anything like this on her face when she talked about him. Never once had it crossed his mind that Persephone actually wanted to be close with him, her father. Never once had he thought of the goddess to be one of his loyal and biggest supporters. He had wrongly assumed she, just like the majority of the others, despised him. It was uplifting to see -and know- differently.

Persephone, Goddess of Spring, Queen of the Underworld (@mppersephone​)

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When she sets foot on Mount Phoenix soil, he knows. The very second her foot touches the island’s ground, he becomes aware of her the way a sharp flash of lightning draws the eye straight to it. For that moment there is nothing in the entire world but the two of them; his wife and him. They’ve spent a lot of time apart, more in one row than any time before it. It has been necessary for him to take this time to find peace with himself again, and he can only hope that Persephone has found some healing in it as well. Still, it’s not because he is ready to see her that she is ready to see him.

So, he takes the middle road, lets the ground open in a portal to allow Cerberus to say hello - it has been a while for the sweet youngling - and let her know at the same time that he is here on the island as well. It’s her choice then, to stay or go, to give him a chance to see her or not. Once the Hound is back down in the Underworld guarding the gate, he closes the portal again and leaves his wife be. She doesn’t straight up leave the island again, which fills him with happiness and relief, but that is as far as he allows himself to focus on her, not wanting to breach her privacy.

The next time he seeks out her whereabouts is several days later, having given her time to settle in and maybe meet a few friends here and there. He waits until she’s home at her apartment and then heads over to press her doorbell. He’s not been this stressed in a long time, but it’s the mostly good kind of stress where he’s looking forward to seeing her but is a little unsure of how she’ll react to this visit. He doesn’t have Cerberus by his side this time, as he does not want to bring her in a good mood so she would accept his presence more easily. He just wants them to be honest about wanting or not wanting to see each other.

So he waits until the door opens, and when she appears there before him it takes him a moment just to remember how to breathe when she is standing before him so beautiful, so regal, so wonderful; his wife.