A/N: After a disastrous myth lecture, I spent more time penning this little one than any notes. There was a little speculation over how Persephone feels during her transition. I modernised it.
"You know that never gets any easier." Seph shook her shoulders, water dripping off her coat and wrangled it once more before hanging it up on the back of a wooden chair.
"You stink of sulphur." A red headed woman turned to face the newcomer, dusting soil off of her hands and putting the geraniums on the windowsill. She smiled, the wrinkles fading on her face at her dark haired daughter. She hugged the younger woman tightly, wrinkling her nose at the stench of sulphur. "Bloody man." She swept dust out of Seph's hair and Demi smiled once more, eyes lighting up.
The warmth of the homely cottage made Seph smile, the heat of the fire dissipated the cold in her bones. A gnarled wooden table and mismatched chairs centred in the room while pots and pans gleamed above the hob. Seph stamped dawn's dew off her sandals and the damp hem of her dress made her grimace at the wet silk feel.
"I'm happy to be home, live humans are so much more cheerful than the dead ones." Seph sighed, smelling the porridge on the hob.
"How is your husband?" Demi hung the damp cloak behind the door before flitting to the pot, throwing open the creaky wooden window frames as the sun peeked from behind the overcast sky.
"Stressed." Seph replied honestly. "We both are; we're running out of room – the humans are breeding like damn rabbits." She stretched back, a waft of sulphur emanating from her body and grimaced.
"You're telling me!" Demi grumbled. "Food shortages across the whole planet! I'm running ragged trying to get everything sorted before spring."
"Bloody creatures. As time goes on they get more and more miserable! Their shades are almost in shock and then they seem to just fade into the background. There's no-one exciting!" Seph tucked strands of wayward hair out of the way as her mother served up breakfast.
"How's Elysium looking? I don't imagine there are many heroes these days." Demi sat opposite her daughter, the aches and pains of the last three months faded away as she drank in her missing girl's features – she was home, that was all.
"There's some. You know unsung heroes. You should see the mortal celebrities!" Seph hooted with laughter. "They can't believe they aren't heroes! They act as though it's a VIP club they should be allowed into!" She had missed her mother's smile and the sun started to shine stronger and brighter.
"Tartarus must be a little stretched though!" Demi saw her daughter's hair lighten to a honey brown the more she ate.
"Just a little! Cronos is having a giggle." The dark hold that her husband had over Seph started to slip away as the birds started to chirrup at the window sill and the recently planted geraniums bloomed in full colour.
"Let's put your hell behind us! It is spring again and there is much to do." Demi cleared the pots of finished porridge away.
"Work time!" Persephone smiled, her dark cloak of hell swapped to a lighter wheat coloured gown as Demeter shook out her hair and the pair stood at their front door. The door that would take them to the mortal world and bring spring to Earth.