I have an rp blog on tumblr with the url cheimonas in the winter and anoixi in the spring. I wrote some fics to basically create a standard cannon for the blog.
Persephone was a bit annoyed. No…that was an understatement. She wasn't full-blown angry though, somehow this whole ordeal seemed inevitable, like a test she had to pass. She ran her fingers through her dark hair while the chariot carried her down into the earth. Her mother always said this would happen… and now it had.
It was very awkward, going down into the underworld. It was even more awkward when she almost fell into the river Styx, one of very few forces that could actually harm her. He had to catch her, his hands were cool, but not cold, through the thin fabric of her summer dress. She almost wanted to lean into him, but felt that might be too inappropriate.
It only got colder, but she did not ask for anything to warm her. Hades himself lead her to a beautiful, well lit room, fully furnished even with clothing. It was amazing the care he had taken, and yet he was silent. She found she could not be angry at him. He had not hurt her, and he had built such a beautiful place for her….it seemed unlikely the tall, silent figure would ever harm her.
"Are you leaving?" She said, suddenly, unable to stop herself from breaking the silence of the hauntingly beautiful realm.
"I…." Was he nervous? That was actually sort of sweet. Chances were, someone left alone all the time would probably have trouble courting someone. "I wanted you to become accustomed to this realm before asking you to accept my company."
"Why did you bring me here?" The goddess raised an eyebrow, "You do realize you don't need my…consent to make me your lover." She did not expect his confusion at that idea.
"Persephone," He said quietly, reaching out slowly to touch her cheek. "I do not wish to make you an unwilling concubine…my intention is to make you my wife."
She raised an eyebrow, pulling away from his touch "We are both adults there is no need to lie."
"I'm not lying." There was a solid sort of determination in his voice and he looked her in the eye.
"Well, that's hard to believe, don't you know, kidnapping says 'unwilling concubine' expensive gifts say willing concubine, and poetry usually screams wife." She couldn't help but smile at his dark chuckle. At least he had a sense of humor.
"Now…I'm going to go inside and go to sleep, I've had a long day. You really ought to call Eros and ask him about the whole love thing." She smiled and slipped inside. Something under her skin buzzed with excitement. She was no longer a prisoner of her mother…somehow, being kidnapped and brought to a new realm felt more like being liberated. If Hades really did intend to make her his wife, he would not cage her.
Liberation seemed like the right word after all.
