#springincarnate

nothing is right, adonis doesn’t recognize where he is, everything more advanced than he’s used to. it doesn’t help that not a single person he passes is familiar but he keeps walking, eyes darting around for someone that may help him.

he lets his wandering feet lead him to a flower shop, standing outside staring at the sign to figure out what pulled him to the place for a couple of moments before stepping inside. 

his breath catching when he sees the woman working inside, “ kore? ” 

hades had thought about summoning persephone, had spent more time than he wanted to admit to thinking of the best way to bring her home but the god of death never followed through, firm in belief that goddess of spring hated his underworld. the words ‘  your domain reeks of hatred and despair. ‘ occasionally coming to mind.  

tucked away in his chambers where he wouldn’t be bothered, hades pulls out an old robe that had once belonged to persephone. his hand curls around the material, holding it close to his chest as his eyes closed, memories of her going through his mind. her name coming from his mouth in a soft whisper. 

it’s not until he’s opened his eyes and he sees her standing there that he realizes what he’s done. the hand holding the robe slowly lowering. “ persephone. ” it doesn’t surprise him that he’s been able to accidentally summon her, just being in the presence of something she had owned while his emotions were so high easily doing the work for him. he wants to welcome her home but he can’t get the words to form, too shocked that she was actually in front of him. 

                    oh, wow, this was NEW. she’d stayed the night at aeron’s after a date, and here she was doing, well, not a walk of shame ( she still looked almost fashion forward even in one of aeron’s baggy tees-turned dress ). she hadn’t expected anyone else to be home------ “ hi. uh, persephone. or, um, mrs. hades? ” what were you supposed to call a goddess who’s house you were fleeing after sleeping with her son? mama had never covered this in her etiquette lessons. “ a pleasure, really, meeting you. ”

           ask me about my muse !   /   @springincarnate

 25. do they have allergies?

          weakness, duh.

      In retrospect, this meeting was probably inevitable---probably, though there’s a distinct possibility that if she’d thought of it, she’d have been trying to avoid it that much harder. Still, inevitable or not, Mal suddenly finds this is the last place she wants to be, and she’s overcome with an almost irresistible urge to start fidgeting.

            “Oh.” Her voice is quieter than usual, smaller---and sounds nothing like her at all. “Uh---hi.” There’s a beat, where Mal’s mind suddenly kicks into high gear overthinking, and she almost panics for a moment as thinks---there’s probably more she should say, right? There’s probably more that should be said and she probably should have said more than just three words anyways and she can’t believe she’s been on Auradon for over a year and still hasn’t grasped a single basic of being polite or having conversations or---

ship headcanons : not accepting.

1.   taiyang and summer could spend six hours in store like homesense or marshalls, okay.  @gcrdens and i talked about summer being a candle fiend, and that rubbing off on taiyang to the point where he has a massive collection of candles that only grows in number when summer returns home.  but i think anything home-related would be their joy.  tai especially loves looking at new kitchen gadgets or duvet covers, and summer probably out here looking at funky decor items like ‘tai we need this’

2.   taiyang is built like a tank but his semblance and general outlook on life makes him team healer.  summer is a powerhouse who likes to throw herself at the enemy and damn the consequences, so it would seem natural that these two spent a lot of time together, both on the battlefield and off.   he was always having to patch up her wounds or scold her for being reckless and its a surprise tai didn’t go grey sooner because summer rose alone was enough to drive him crazy.