#plcunton

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐎  turn and no one in her life outside of her significant other to turn to, Hayley knew her appearance at his door wouldn’t go over too well, but she knew staying where she was might end in a tragedy; namely, her own demise. She was accustomed to being hurt. The pain was nothing, bruises were simple reminders of a stupid decision or a time she talked back too much or her voice had been too loud, inciting his rage. Covering up that shame came easy enough. A little make-up here would disguise the savagery of the relationship. It was her norm, up to that night where he didn’t aim in spots that were easily covered, his anger erupting in something far more severe. Hayley felt lucky to simple escape when he seemed too tired to raise his fist again or swing his foot into her ribs, but her choices as of where to go were narrowed to a single person: her only friend. But he would ask questions and if there was one person she couldn’t lie to, it seemed to be him. She could better lie to herself, telling herself every morning that this was what she deserved, but she couldn’t tell him the same. She had no idea what she might tell him after knocking upon his door, arms wrapped around a sore middle and the corner of her lip split in a way that made the forced smile she put on, painful to maintain. “H-hey… I know it’s late, but…” she didn’t want to voice what happened. Instead, she stood there, feeling more and more guilty by the second. “I’m sorry. I just have no idea where else to go.”

It was of course raining on the one day she forgot her shop keys at her house and Kaelie was not amused in the slightest. She could try making a dash to her car, but in this weather that seemed more problematic then helpful, so here she was, trying to rattle the door loose when she felt someone behind her and froze “it’s not what it looks like, I swear-- I own the shop” she turned slightly to catch sight of Hades, he worked at the tattoo shop next door, she was at least familiar enough with him that she hoped he wasn’t about to call the cops on the crazy woman trying to break down the door to the slower shop. 

             CARINA ,   my loveliest panda   ♥    you are the ray of sunshine here !  

      and this goes out to these 8 cuties.   ♥@plcunton . @longmayshereign-cersei . @oftheridge . @seesgood . @adhartais . @lightcreators . @immuto . @kolhearted .

      CARINAAAA !!  ilu ♥   my one and only hades. 

and this goes out to these ten cuties who i adore quite a bit !   ;   @viciousheart .   @heckcdup .   @theshootingarrow .   @carmineink .   @oddyssea .   @kryptcnson .   @cvldthief .   @herheroics .   @oliverqxeen .   @doppelsnack .   ♥

Persephone's stomach tightened at the thought of leaving and she found it hard to eat. For the most part, she found herself pacing back and forwards; the cool marble a relief under her bare feet. A noise to her left made her look up, a smile improving her already beautiful features. It was not her husband, although it was a friend. “Hermes,” she cried in delight, greeting him with a kiss on both cheeks. Immediately her attention was taken by the box in his hands. With intricate wood carvings, she was surprised to hear the gift was not for her, but for her husband. She instantly promised she would get it to him the moment he returned to her. However, when left alone with it, curiosity took hold and she carefully opened the box. And now the oddest thing happened. A feeling of weightlessness came over her, and the box dropped from her hands. In one breath, everything ended. Or changed. Or perhaps, started anew. 

In a one bedroom apartment in London, with white walls and pictures of people Persephone never knew, Cecelia woke with a start. Her dream of boxes and Gods, which has seemed to real and vivid, was already slipping away from her, like water through fingers. She’d slept through her alarm, which wasn’t like her. She’d have to get her coffee on the way to work now.