This Persephone, Ianthe and Macaria belong to me. Anyone who uses them without my permission gets trampled by a Titan.
Anyone/anything else belongs to Disney.
20 Days
18
"Are you kidding with this?"
"No, I'm not, for the fifteenth time, thank you. Now do ya get it, or do you need me to go over it again-"
"I got it. Ugh, you're out of your mind, ya know that?"
"I'm well aware. Now go scurry off and do what I showed you for your mom..."
"Whatever."
"How do you live there for half the year?" questioned the purple-obsessed nymph who had been sent to the Underworld the day before. She was lying on her stomach on Persephone's bed; the goddess of spring was much more civil to her workers then Hades was.
"I manage, Ianthe" Persephone answered, also lying on her stomach, but for a different reason-a pomegranate had rolled under her bed, and she was on the floor, trying to get it out.
"But it's so...big...and...and...scary...aand Hades is so...creepy...and...mean...and...old...and-"
"-and my husband," Persephone interrupted, her arm up to her shoulder on the bed.
Ianthe blushed dark purple. "I...I know, Seph, but I'm just saying, how do you-"
"You get used to it. And to him." Her hand closed around the fruit and she pulled it out from underneath her bed, brushing off dust and then chucking it into a garbage pail. She smiled up at her companion-they had been together since before Hades had kidnapped her, of course then Ianthe had been a little toddler, who talked with a bit of an accent. Now she was an adult, or close to it anyway. Nymphs grew slowly.
Persephone stood up and as she was doing so, a knock came from the door.
Persephone whirled around. In a few strides she had reached the door.
Macaria scowled at her mother as the door swung open.
"You look happy," remarked Persephone with a smirk, folding her arms.
"Hah hah. You're so funny," said Macaria bitterly, making a face at Persephone.
"Hm. So do you have anything for me?" She smirked.
"Yes," she spat the word out like it tasted bad, "Dad spent all freaking morning teaching this to me. He's gone out of his mind, I swear."
Persephone hid a grin as Macaria thought for a second, then twisted her wrists around in a complicated gesture.
Persephone's lips parted in a tiny 'o' as she stared at Hades' present for her:
A flaming '18' was flickering between Macaria's hands, the flames blue.
Persephone smiled, clasping her hands together in pleasure as the image in fire shimmered and vanished between Macaria's hands. "So sweet."
Ianthe, looking on, raised a skeptical eyebrow. 'Weird' was more like it.
Macaria apparently thought the same thing. "Your husband," she said, furiously, coming close to flaring, "is out of his mind. He literally spent all morning teaching this to me."
"Well, I think it's sweet," purred Persephone.
"Whatever. To each his-her-own and whatnot." She jabbed a finger downwards, speaking now to Hades (and also to Seph), "Next time, I'm making him pay me for coming up here."
"Real nice, Maci."
"Well, I don't like being forced to run...errands for him. Excuuuuse me." Macaria placed a hand on her chest dramatically. "I have a life, ya know."
"But you live in the Underworld," Ianthe couldn't help pointing out.
Macaria glared at her and was about to snap something, but Persephone put her hands on ehr shoulders and steered her out the door, instructing, "Maci, please, let's not murder my nymphs, thank you."
"Yeah, yeah," grumbled Macaria.
"Tell Hades I said thank you and to expect something from me tommorow...okay?"
Macaria shrugged, hands on her hips. "Fine. But don't make me conjure some sort of...flowery thing for him, okay? I've learned enough for the time being."
She vanished, leaving Persephone to her thoughts about what to do for him tomorrow...