Authors Notes: Warning! I am terrible at punctuation, just so you know that I am aware.
I have been Obsessing over these two for a while now and gave in at trying my hands on some dry fic. Generally I go for Prose or spoken word but I at least wanted to get these two out of my system. I seem to have a different writing style depending on what mood and state of mind I'm in. I've been reading a lot of poetry and fanfic lately and so this is what came out. I could possibly further this into a few more chapters depending on what kind of feedback I receive and if work and my mood is merciful XD. So ladies and possible gents tell me what you think? ^_^
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Strange how "such a lovely thing," tasted so unnatural, and yet she was and so very natural. The personification of spring. Strawberry golden hair and clad in white.
He had sworn off and learned to give a bitter taste to all things of the light and the living dawns ago when he had been cursed with his brotherly inheritance. If this was to be his daily bread he had better forget the other pleasures that had once graced his table. Oh the irony that the brother who had once forsworn all things lovely to him had now graciously offered the loveliest of all.
The prospects of husbandry, a shared bed, and the joys of shared affection never quite resonated. He was after all, "he who shall not be named" And most notably, "the undesired one." Truth, the desire was there but never needed to be watered. It had been a long time; too much that shame had to find its rightful place.
Like an old friend that had come to greet again, lust had replaced bewilderment. Ruffled white robes hung like great tapestries from her shoulders, arrays of petals and vines adorned her like a crown. A daughter of spring, of hope. He had found his.
Covering in the shadows he wondered what spring would do if death in all of its vapidness had unmasked its self and bid for a pleasant introduction. Would she greet him as she would all things with a kind smile and an offering of things to come? A few shared pleasantries and a wish to be called on? Foolishness! He was never well acquainted with cleverness and a kind disposition. Simple asking was out of the question and at the state in which she unknowingly brought him to, going home empty handed was ridiculous.
Great lengths would be taken for such a notion as loneliness, but for lust? Depending on which brother of his who would be asked would gladly justify. Possibly the reasoning's of Zeus's blessing but now it mattered none. No escape and the brute force of the mere concept of his kingdom would promise the sheer possibility that she would eventually come to accept the bargain made and his intents on her destiny.
Love? Possibly given their eternity. Appetites quenched and the seal of a complete monarchy was a reward within its self.
Force and theatrics then. First impressions are always important.
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A few moments of escape she had captured with the goodwill of a return towards her mother. No older than a few thousand years and yet she did not look it. Perhaps within mortal standards she was no more than 25. A ripe age for marriage and fertility and yet her mother never considered it, at least not outwardly. Upon meeting her fellow divine equals a few hundred years prior she had begun to understand why. Brash, often drunken, and slightly childlike, most of her suitor's charms slowly began to wear off with the consumed wine. It would be fun and satisfy some burdening desires that began to grow as she did. But as her mother reminded her; to follow them, like her she would become. Although lovely and most loving she would pull and suffocate like the snakes she sometimes would find in the surrounding gardens that circulated their palace.
Persephone was becoming bitter, quite unfitting for the daughter of spring. During dinners and lectures she would catch herself glaring, possibly giving a facial expression that emulated the bitterness and slow growing lack of tolerance of being considered forever a child. Ashamed she pulled it away into apathy, there still was love after all.
Perhaps Demeter would never find her. A foolish fantasy but it was nice to dwell on. To be captive of such a lovely place never came to mind as terrible. But "captive" as always held a bitter taste. Of all the words and titles she held this one word seemed to follow and manifest in every aspect of her life and dictated destiny. Always the held maiden. Untouched. With her mother's intent; Forever…
The thought upset her so that she felt an immediate need to move; perhaps a change in her physical would shift her mind. She had placed herself by a small pond of water by a few small rock cliffs that held a waterfall. Small fish of different arrays of color clashed and ate by one another. Watching their pace and yet blurring their detail while drifting out into thought. She slid herself from a small deep blue rock nestled by the pond and rose to her feet. Gazing about she caught the sight of a small lilac bush to her left. The smell of it was her favorite; it spoke of spring and to her. She moved a few paces and leaned down, inhaling deeply she let out a soft sigh.
"Ahh," she could have sworn she heard, no louder than hers and yet she caught it. Maybe ten feet from her, hidden. She quickly glanced back, searching. Nothing, at least of what she could see. Shifting herself to face the sound's origin she stilled herself and focused for a few moments. Whatever it was it made no mention of its existence now, still she could have sworn and was always far too curious for her own good. Persephone made a few steps forward before the sound of rustling emerged behind her. She looked back, still. There was nothing yet again but it was becoming apparent that she was not alone, paranoia be dammed.
"Make known yourself!" She yelled with a hint quivering that tipped the ends.
Ruffling again she heard for a few seconds to her right. Shifting like a bird she turned her head in every direction. "Something must be here," she thought but now there was nothing and with focus all that spoke was of natural forces. Winds. Slow moving water. Normally it would be calming but it slowly became a drowning out of her building fear. Her mother was right she thought. It's not safe to go out so far alone.
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He was becoming ridiculous. Like a puberty ridden boy spying on ignorant bathing women. Images of her pouring crystalline waters streaming down her back ambushed him. He shook it, lustful fantasies were unlike him. This entire display of shameful longing was beneath him. Perhaps this was all a sickening joke between Eros and his brothers. Could his arrows truly reach so far? Perhaps he should drag her down and cast her into the river Styx just to spite them? No! He couldn't bare it. Too far drunk on desire to make reasonable decisions and spiteful tactical plays. He wanted her, profoundly, endlessly. His emotions and even his body wouldn't permit him to leave without her in his possession. If it was madness then let it take its course, perhaps it will grow tired and satisfied when it's had its fill…Or complete removal was best. Hard withdrawal, he could take it.
But then she had made such a orgasmic noise that he couldn't help but mimic. She was aware now, invisibility be dammed. Shifting to and fro didn't help either. If reason got the better of her she would soon bolt back to her gatekeeper and his chances would be ruined.
Prepping for her trauma to come he reminisced back to the beginnings that brought this foolishness. Court and hearings had finished and he had decided that a look into the springs of the immortals would shift the daily grind he had made for himself. Over oceans and lands he scrolled and pushed the water like a globe on a spinner, hopeful that they would reveal something of interest before he retreated to dinner and a glass of red wine. Usually it made him angry and irritated. Originally a gift from Demeter, O the irony! As an offering of sympathy and escape. For the longest time he had refused to touch it until several glasses of wine and longing got the better of him. He never viewed Olympus, he knew too well what transpired there.
He began to push faster now out of irritation until a flash of white and gold among a landscape of green caught his eye. Paddling backwards he found her. Sweet and delicate lying by a pool of water. He doesn't recall how long he stared at her or at the time as of why but he knew he needed a closer look. He pushed it back; days passed and he flew through thought as his existence went through the motions of normality. Wine consumed and mercy spared, she would not leave him.
Resolutions were made as he scrolled the streams. He watched and waited, responsibilities were pushed back days as he confined himself within the small granite hall that held her mother's spying glass. An opening is all the he needed. An hour or few out of the grips of her vengeful mother. Lack of sleep and a few bottles of ruby red later he had found the opening he had secretly prayed for.
Inhaling deeply he cast forth his breath and felt it stretch and break out outer crust beneath her feet. She swayed, trying to catch her footing and let out a yelp that almost classified as a scream. A few feet in front of her the earth began to fall into darkness and began to follow her at an alarming rate. She backed and began to move a few paces but it wasn't fast enough. The ground disintegrated around her and fell as one, carrying her in all her frightened, screaming glory with it.
No sooner had she fell the earth began to heal its self. Hades took a deep breath in. It was done. He could feel a slow wave of remorse slowly begin to rise within him but it wasn't as stark as the feeling of victory that began to over shadow it.
Time to return home. The preparations made post needed to be put underway and he needed to be present for the welcome of his new bride.