March 30th. Gray and Ultear.
Prompt: Hades and Persephone
She raced through green meadows, long lilac tresses flying alluringly around her with the whimsical wind. Laughing ash-mauve eyes that flashed crimson in her rage, smiling into his from a distance.
Gentling the sad frowns on his unguarded, besotted face. He was only like this around her.
He was Gray, the eternal commander of dead souls. She was Ultear, the timeless rule of life.
And all things alive. And his life's breath. His sin and his redemption. His healing and his pain.
The damp tears on his gray cheeks. And the bright rays burning his dark tears.
His ceaseless, bittersweet, effervescent want.
His doom and His hope. Hating him. Then loving him. And bringing him to his knees.
Spring bloomed and blossomed in the wake of her trembling goddess feet and sweet broken smiles.
But when she hid herself away, she killed everything she was meant to birth.
Hatred and rage consuming her sweet innocence and corrupting her with pain.
He was the commander of the lifeless, guide to Elysium and to Hades Hell.
Lost in his solitude and ache, Every-thing he touched and loved, they froze and perished.
The unkind grip of death fisting around his bruised heart and giving shape to his demons.
She was the exception. She lived through his curse. To deliver him like he delivered her.
Breaking through their vicious cycle of pain.
She lived to love him, and share in his sin. And He lived to love her, and share in hers.
She was the devil to his angel and the angel to his devil.
Fated to part and reunite. Imprisoned by the cruel whimsies of Time.
The God of death. And the Goddess of life.
The fateful roses and thorns of life and death, maliciously twining around the cruel hourglass of their fatal prison.
Until they fiercely and humbly relent.
To the grace of peace and safety of the mortal world, he must tear himself away from her and relinquish her into the precious care of her beloved mother; His only solace in knowing she loved her as well as he himself.
Left to wait and long for her. Year after year in her absence, the alluring scent of her presence and life lingering all around him in his deathly abode, a quiet, yearning desperation, and pain steeling his resolve.
Awaiting her return. Her Soul. Body and Mind. In the embrace of his dying reach, her life's breath to intertwine again with his.
Reuniting them in life and death in a bittersweet lover's clasp that must prepare to let go when the moment he must part with her nears their clinging, aching grasp.