#prcdigiums

─ @prcdigiums​

heels had seemed like a bright idea when she was planning her outfit, a process which had taken longer than she expected for reasons she refused to think anything about, but now she’s wondering why the fuck they were invented to begin with. she’s on the edge of the dance floor, flailing as she tries to take one off, and she grabs onto the person nearest her. “oops, sorry!” naz releases their arm before cursing under her breath and giving up. “whoever invented these torture devices should come fight me. let’s see how much my threat elimination classes have taught me. because i feel threatened.” / @prcdigiums​

all  is  quiet,   somber.       she  sits  on  ground   beside  the  throne,   legs  crossed  beneath her,    vehement  ache  betwixt  splintered ribs     —     she  misses  her  too.    perhaps not  nearly  to  the  same  extent  as  hades,    but  the  weight of  their  loss  is  palpable  to  the  bruise-bearing  girl.   flowers  strewn  around as  if  souls  of  the  lamented  did  not  gather here,    the  savor  of  spring   perfectly  emanated  in  a  place  where  nature could,    otherwise,    not  reach.    persephone’s  absence  creates  a  void,   a  slow-to-close  tear.    however,    it  is  not  simply  her  departure  that  lowers  spirits,   it’s  seeing  hades,   sensing  that  she  is  unwell,   and  wanting  nothing  but to  comfort  her  even  when  solace  appears unfathomable.

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