And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became
- Cosmic love, Florence and the machine
Persephone's POV
Hades didn't come to my room the next day. Or the day after. So I left on my own, once I escaped the prying eyes of Dori and Anne, obviously concerned about what had happened at the meeting. During my days of solitude in my room I discovered no ways out, nor was I hit by any epiphanies to help me leave, so on my third day I resolved to accept my situation. I dressed in a warm purple chiton, and left. I was so done waiting around for hades and his damn mind games. I kept the necklace on though, perhaps as hope. I found a huge library filled with books and I met the three headed creature from my dreams named Cerberus. He's a huge black lab with a pair of blue eyes, brown eyes, and a pair of fairly alarming red ones, but once you get past that he's amazingly sweet. I even found my way out of the palace and to the river where I sat for the rest of the day. Finally I went back to my room exited to explore the next day.
(Time lapse three days later)
Dori and Anne's voice swirl around my ears over and over. I can't be alone. No one will listen. Stop, just stop! The ground beneath me seems to shift and I raise my hands and scream
"STOP!" All sound ceases as I look at the plant around me. It arches perfectly around my form with slender brown thorns waving just a little more than a wind should make them. I hear slow clapping and footsteps from be hind me. I don't have to turn to know who it is.
"If you come any closer hades,"
He cuts me off "You'll what? Grow me some flowers?" Wrong time hades. I whirl around tearing off a branch of thorns scratching him across the face, drawing blood. He heals quickly, but the fact that I have managed to prove that I'm not just some silly earth goddess weighs heavy in the air.
"Your right. That was harsh." He says, not looking at me. I look at him coldly.
"I'm leaving. You will take me back." I say emotionlessly.
He is silent for a moment "You are not leaving. You are going to stay here and be queen of the underworld and my wife weather you like it or not!" He says suddenly yelling. I want to shrink back but I don't. I stare him directly in his eyes. Before he can, I drop the branch and walk out of the room with no other word.
I don't go back to my room right away. I tear out my hair and unclip the necklace. I contemplate how to get rid of it. I think of throwing it into the Stycs, but then I want him to know about it. I nail it to his door. Then I walk back to my room and put on a black short chiton and a fake fur lined cloak decorated with black pearls just at the edges. I slam the door and go to the one place I can be alone; the astronomy tower. The walk is long, but I enjoy the feeling. The view is spectacular. Wind sifts through my hair, dust blows at my feet. The railing covers in vines when I lean against it. No tears will cross my eyes today, I tell myself as they threaten to fall. I open an old trunk to find a bracelet, blankets, and a dagger that I strap to my leg. At the very bottom I find a crown made of silver and obsidian that I put on. I feel a sort of power that I've never felt before, I can't really describe it. I peer over the rail again to see hades throwing rocks into the river. He half sits half falls to the ground and puts his head in his hands. I just turn away. A small nagging voice in my head tries to get me to listen, but I push it away and sit against the railing. It's voices like that that can ruin everything. So i just listen to the wind.
This is not what I intended
I always swore to you I'd never fall apart
You always thought that I was stronger
I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start
Oh, but hold your breath
Because tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you over again
Don't make me change my mind
-Fall for you, secondhand serenade
Hades POV
I stand by the river throwing in rocks from the shore. I let my thoughts take over and fall with my head in my hands. I think, I try to speak, only for my words to swept away by the current. Then in trade, the river gives me an idea. We have a good relationship like this, the river and I. It's all I can do not to dance right then and there. I only hope it will still work. My hopes are only lifted by what I find nailed to my bedroom door. She hasn't changed.