#sungecho

      persephone is in a mood which is really nothing new for her as she stares at the glass of melting ice water in front of her. the summer is unrelenting and hot and her fingers sting from callouses brought forth because her momma is determined to harvest things the right way which means with a scythe and damned if she ain’t tired. she needs something stronger than water if she’s honest, her throat aches for it. she can see the bottles right there behind the bar, eyes narrowed briefly as she debates it - she makes a noise of annoyance in the back of her throat and puts her hands around the glass to let her palms soak up the condensation to soothe them. 

@sungecho asked: ‘you’ve been kind. kinder than I thought. you shouldn’t be part of this.’ sae-byeok @ ali

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 - three of them, dripping venom ; almost ; thin & cruel & miasmic : a horrible melody. cruel & cold, oh, how cruel it was ; how cruel his fate! how cruel the fate of his lover !! cruel the vultures who feasted on the corpses of all the broken - even the gods themselves, crumble at the talons that pick them apart.

oh , and orpheus is no different . in truth ; he is just the same as all of the others, all of the other weeping souls - oh , they sure can hear the songbird weep herself ; and the walls ! they can hear the walls, the chorus of rocks & stones & bowed heads all reaching out in pain and in suffering .the gods weep ; the stones weep ; and orpheus weeps. the fates, though. the fates don’t weep. in fact , their voices snicker with the irony of it all , at the irony, at the shining thread bending so close … they snicker into the poet’s ear with a chill.

his brow, so weary . his form shakes with even the slightest movement ; and they’re gentle with him , gentle wind that still shivers through him to his poor bones ; weak from the running , weak from the journey.

- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 - it had , already , hadn’t it?

that sickly seed , laughing in the face of travesty like it’s sowers -

“ is that what you want …. to see her -“ “ and - to keep alive, after all this time?”

* @sungecho​ sent “i just want to feel alright.” from harriet

* @sungecho​ sent ❝ i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. ❞ from seph

* @sungecho​ sent “i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me.” from elle

god had turned his back on her. he must have. her angel. her guiding light. her only salvation left on this earth was abandoning her. no. no no please.

"what did i do wrong? angel please-" beautiful voice broke into a pleading cry as eyes searched the room for some hint of his presence in the room. but the room felt empty, still and alone.she was all alone. her father was gone. her angel was gone. she had angered the angel or god. she didn't know what her offense was but she had done it.

"please,please don't go! please, angel. my angel, please-" feet had carried her to the mirror, somewhere she once thought she felt his presence. that perfect presence. that voice that instructed, comforted, reprimanded and made her soar. gone. gone. and left her all alone. she could already hear the other dancers voices in her head again mocking her. poor christine daae. all alone. and quite wrong in the head. poor thing broke so close to spotlight. whatever shall become of her?