(Log) Hades & Persephone: orz & D8
Hades, having interfered during the celebration of Mark's birthday by gate crashing and trying to drag off Persephone, gets an angry Persephone right back.
Persephone
Hades
Persephone barely had the time to gather herself before she marched out the next morning in the direction of the campus. She didn't exactly know where he would be, but it was better to search him out than to sit in her dorm, feeling upset.
She couldn't believe what Hades had done--disturbing her pactholder's birthday party was one thing, but dragging her away from it to lecture her was another. He had caused an unnecessary scene in front of just about everyone she was familiar with on this campus. Thankfully, they hadn't inquired after her as to who he was after who looked like his pactholder tugged him outside, meekly apologizing all the while... but that was hardly the point.
After she had braved herself to make a truce with him, after he had agreed, he had pulled something like this. The frown on Persephone's face only grew as she approached the library, the first place she guessed he would be.
Hades sat in the library as far back as he could, hidden behind the alcove of Economic books, hands holding up a giant and old copy of The Republic in latin over his face. He wasn't reading, but that was hardly the point as he flipped one page this way and then back again, hand and eyebrow twitching on occasion. One eyebrow was permanently furrowed as he attempted to glare out a battle with the old print text written by Plato. After being dragged off by Capri, he'd finally managed to escape her confused and slightly admonishing- as if she really could, with her demeanor- looks and hesitant silence. Rather than embarrass himself further, he just mumbled something about reading for a class and escaped to the library, too frustrated even to go back home.
Persephone looked this way and that, her head moving rapidly left and right. When she finally spotted him, she gave a short sigh of disbelief--if he had thought he could conceal himself behind books, he was about to be proven wrong.
She marched up to his side and stood, waiting to see if he would even take notice.
It took a little while for the self-absorbed Hades to finally notice a living presence next to him. Was it Capri, here to offer him a peace offering? He dropped the open book onto his face in the last dire attempt to hide. Maybe if he played dead...
She took a deep breath and pulled the book off from his face, letting it land with a thud onto the library floor.
"What do you think you're doing?"
This is not your pactholder.
This is also not someone to be easily yelled off. Hades had to admit he wanted to groan at the sight of his wife, something he had not well, ever wanted to do. At least not in any memory going back a few hundred years. Some peace and quiet...maybe a few weeks for everyone to forget what a fool he'd made of himself...
"...Sleeping." Hades tried to not let his voice crack. He coughed, trying to clear his throat.
"Reading."
Persephone frowned, looking down at him with a clear air of disapproval.
"Really," she said, her voice rather quiet. "I need to talk to you."
"You're talking right now." But Hades' usual condescending tone was just a bit tapered down. He tried again, an attempt at being defensive, shreds of male pride being held together by...well, not much.
"What do you want? Aren't you hanging out with that boy and his friends?"
Bad answer.
The fact that they were in the school library was the only thing stopping Persephone from yelling at that very moment. Clenching her hands into fists at her sides, she replied through slightly gritted teeth.
"And weren't you the one who forgot about the truce we made?"
Aha. Ha.
Ha.
Shit. There was a flash of confusion, then realization, guilt followed by an attempt for justification. Of course since these things really aren't that easy to read on a human face, all Persephone saw was Hades' face making a funny squinting expression, as if he was mocking her.
"...I don't know what exactly you mean."
That was the last straw.
Persephone reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him up. She marched on outside just like that, not knowing how she managed to drag him along with her strength alone. Once they were in a quieter area of campus, she cast a quick look around to make sure there was no one in the vicinity before she spoke.
"I asked you for a truce, for you to stop being ridiculous on the condition that I don't ask about the past."
Hades was more shocked than anything at how forward and angry Persephone was, ending up trudging along with her. He had just started mentally noticing the tiny hand on his elbow when she let go, looked around for signs of listeners and then turned back to him with a frown and statement.
He tried to remember he was nearly twice her height. And really, he had a right to ask who was that annoying pact of hers! And all that people. Did she want everyone to know who she was?
"..I wasn't being ridiculous!"
The look on Persephone's face didn't change. If anything, she grew angrier and more upset. Just when she thought she was doing much better than before, when she finally was starting to believe in the idea of friendships-
"It was my pactholder's birthday. You had no right to ruin it."
"I have every right to know where you are and who you're with!"
Hades regretted the angrily defensive tone. Yes, he knew he may have crossed the line a bit and really, the humans shouldn't have been involved but did that human have to look so gleefully happy with his wife?
She looked up at him more defiantly than ever as she answered him. "No, you don't."
She felt the helplessness rising in her throat, but swallowed it and said bravely, "You gave up that right when you chose to walk out of my life."
Hades opened and then closed his mouth. He swallowed again, making an annoyed tightening of his jaw, an old habit he'd carried over into human form.
"I still say that I do." He looked away from her. "Besides, they hardly care or understand. Do you really think pretending that the world is a good place, a kind place with..." Hades hunted for a word and gave up, never having been known for eloquence. "Well, them! Is that really okay? You're like, like a, a giant ostrich!"
Persephone's frustration tumbled out of her then. She raised her hand, and unlike the first time they met at Countshire (when she hesitated), she slapped Hades across his face without remorse. She brought down her still burning hand to her side, her voice rising in pitch and volume.
"Well, I say you don't! My life has nothing to do with yours and that's final!"
Hades stared at his wife. Did she...did she...really she couldn't have...his gentle, kind, soft-hearted sun, his sweet Persephone...
He just stared at her for a long time with a look of complete disbelief and shock.
"-slapped me!" He finally managed to croak like a child that finally had been reprimanded.
"For him? You would strike me for the pride of a human?"
"I don't know what you're thinking," said Persephone, slightly shaking, "but that was from me to you, regardless of my pactholder."
She bit her lower lip, looking down and letting out a breath before mumbling, "And I was doing so well without you, finally giving up on my search..."
"You call scavenging around like a homeless child, pretending to be a student, running around with all sorts of people doing well?!" Hades gave a fed-up wave of his hands. For a spirit over a thousand years old, he was doing quite poorly.
"What search? What is this great search you're on?" He glared, trying to resist rubbing his face. His jaw hurt. She hit much harder than he would have expected.
"Yes, I am doing well! Your standards are of no matter to me!"
She clutched the hem of her dress, one of the things she bought on a shopping trip with Iris and Isabel.
"It's so much better than pacting to god-knows-what creatures, and almost dying trying to look for you. Of course you wouldn't understand why this feels like heaven!"
"Heaven? This is heaven?" Hades stared at her like she'd suddenly decided to shave her head, get a nose ring and call herself Tiny Bertha.
"This place? Where random disappearances happen and these humans play games with spirits like they understand us? Do you know they kill our kind here?" Hades glanced left and right before hissing the last sentence out.
"You think tea parties will save you when your pact lets it slip what you are and you're dragged from your bed at night? Or that...girl! The one that's always around you. Some flower...flower...petunia...daisy." Hades' brain hunted for Iris' name.
"All I did was warn you!"
"Don't you dare doubt them!" Persephone yelled, glaring back. "You will never know, having only lived for yourself for so long."
Persephone paused, smiling a small, bitter smile. "Would it even matter to you if I was dead?" A tiny laugh, bordering on a sob escaped her mouth, but there was no way she was crying. Not yet. "You weren't there for me when I was about to die, so many times in the past. And I will never expect you to be."
Hades had nothing to say in defense. He knew he was shoveling dirt out of his own grave. Was this because she had stayed in human form for so long? He swore she was never this difficult when they were spirits. What was wrong with all these human women?
"...Well."
Hades cleared his throat again.
"Well."
"I didn't expect you to apologize, either, and I was right. I have never seen you so shameless."
Persephone huffed and turned around, having said all she wanted. It still hurt, but she would have to cry later. She didn't want to, but she knew the tears would come.
"Stop meddling in my life. If I find you doing so again, a truce won't even be an option."
"What is this truce anyways? Isn't a truce something that takes two people? If you were open with me, there wouldn't need to be ... I..."
Hades didn't even know what to ask of Persephone anymore. He wanted to push her away but he wanted to know all about what she was up to. He wanted to be with her but he needed for her to hate him. He was so very confused. So he did what a coward would do.
He dematerialized and fled.
Persephone
Hades
Persephone barely had the time to gather herself before she marched out the next morning in the direction of the campus. She didn't exactly know where he would be, but it was better to search him out than to sit in her dorm, feeling upset.
She couldn't believe what Hades had done--disturbing her pactholder's birthday party was one thing, but dragging her away from it to lecture her was another. He had caused an unnecessary scene in front of just about everyone she was familiar with on this campus. Thankfully, they hadn't inquired after her as to who he was after who looked like his pactholder tugged him outside, meekly apologizing all the while... but that was hardly the point.
After she had braved herself to make a truce with him, after he had agreed, he had pulled something like this. The frown on Persephone's face only grew as she approached the library, the first place she guessed he would be.
Hades sat in the library as far back as he could, hidden behind the alcove of Economic books, hands holding up a giant and old copy of The Republic in latin over his face. He wasn't reading, but that was hardly the point as he flipped one page this way and then back again, hand and eyebrow twitching on occasion. One eyebrow was permanently furrowed as he attempted to glare out a battle with the old print text written by Plato. After being dragged off by Capri, he'd finally managed to escape her confused and slightly admonishing- as if she really could, with her demeanor- looks and hesitant silence. Rather than embarrass himself further, he just mumbled something about reading for a class and escaped to the library, too frustrated even to go back home.
Persephone looked this way and that, her head moving rapidly left and right. When she finally spotted him, she gave a short sigh of disbelief--if he had thought he could conceal himself behind books, he was about to be proven wrong.
She marched up to his side and stood, waiting to see if he would even take notice.
It took a little while for the self-absorbed Hades to finally notice a living presence next to him. Was it Capri, here to offer him a peace offering? He dropped the open book onto his face in the last dire attempt to hide. Maybe if he played dead...
She took a deep breath and pulled the book off from his face, letting it land with a thud onto the library floor.
"What do you think you're doing?"
This is not your pactholder.
This is also not someone to be easily yelled off. Hades had to admit he wanted to groan at the sight of his wife, something he had not well, ever wanted to do. At least not in any memory going back a few hundred years. Some peace and quiet...maybe a few weeks for everyone to forget what a fool he'd made of himself...
"...Sleeping." Hades tried to not let his voice crack. He coughed, trying to clear his throat.
"Reading."
Persephone frowned, looking down at him with a clear air of disapproval.
"Really," she said, her voice rather quiet. "I need to talk to you."
"You're talking right now." But Hades' usual condescending tone was just a bit tapered down. He tried again, an attempt at being defensive, shreds of male pride being held together by...well, not much.
"What do you want? Aren't you hanging out with that boy and his friends?"
Bad answer.
The fact that they were in the school library was the only thing stopping Persephone from yelling at that very moment. Clenching her hands into fists at her sides, she replied through slightly gritted teeth.
"And weren't you the one who forgot about the truce we made?"
Aha. Ha.
Ha.
Shit. There was a flash of confusion, then realization, guilt followed by an attempt for justification. Of course since these things really aren't that easy to read on a human face, all Persephone saw was Hades' face making a funny squinting expression, as if he was mocking her.
"...I don't know what exactly you mean."
That was the last straw.
Persephone reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him up. She marched on outside just like that, not knowing how she managed to drag him along with her strength alone. Once they were in a quieter area of campus, she cast a quick look around to make sure there was no one in the vicinity before she spoke.
"I asked you for a truce, for you to stop being ridiculous on the condition that I don't ask about the past."
Hades was more shocked than anything at how forward and angry Persephone was, ending up trudging along with her. He had just started mentally noticing the tiny hand on his elbow when she let go, looked around for signs of listeners and then turned back to him with a frown and statement.
He tried to remember he was nearly twice her height. And really, he had a right to ask who was that annoying pact of hers! And all that people. Did she want everyone to know who she was?
"..I wasn't being ridiculous!"
The look on Persephone's face didn't change. If anything, she grew angrier and more upset. Just when she thought she was doing much better than before, when she finally was starting to believe in the idea of friendships-
"It was my pactholder's birthday. You had no right to ruin it."
"I have every right to know where you are and who you're with!"
Hades regretted the angrily defensive tone. Yes, he knew he may have crossed the line a bit and really, the humans shouldn't have been involved but did that human have to look so gleefully happy with his wife?
She looked up at him more defiantly than ever as she answered him. "No, you don't."
She felt the helplessness rising in her throat, but swallowed it and said bravely, "You gave up that right when you chose to walk out of my life."
Hades opened and then closed his mouth. He swallowed again, making an annoyed tightening of his jaw, an old habit he'd carried over into human form.
"I still say that I do." He looked away from her. "Besides, they hardly care or understand. Do you really think pretending that the world is a good place, a kind place with..." Hades hunted for a word and gave up, never having been known for eloquence. "Well, them! Is that really okay? You're like, like a, a giant ostrich!"
Persephone's frustration tumbled out of her then. She raised her hand, and unlike the first time they met at Countshire (when she hesitated), she slapped Hades across his face without remorse. She brought down her still burning hand to her side, her voice rising in pitch and volume.
"Well, I say you don't! My life has nothing to do with yours and that's final!"
Hades stared at his wife. Did she...did she...really she couldn't have...his gentle, kind, soft-hearted sun, his sweet Persephone...
He just stared at her for a long time with a look of complete disbelief and shock.
"-slapped me!" He finally managed to croak like a child that finally had been reprimanded.
"For him? You would strike me for the pride of a human?"
"I don't know what you're thinking," said Persephone, slightly shaking, "but that was from me to you, regardless of my pactholder."
She bit her lower lip, looking down and letting out a breath before mumbling, "And I was doing so well without you, finally giving up on my search..."
"You call scavenging around like a homeless child, pretending to be a student, running around with all sorts of people doing well?!" Hades gave a fed-up wave of his hands. For a spirit over a thousand years old, he was doing quite poorly.
"What search? What is this great search you're on?" He glared, trying to resist rubbing his face. His jaw hurt. She hit much harder than he would have expected.
"Yes, I am doing well! Your standards are of no matter to me!"
She clutched the hem of her dress, one of the things she bought on a shopping trip with Iris and Isabel.
"It's so much better than pacting to god-knows-what creatures, and almost dying trying to look for you. Of course you wouldn't understand why this feels like heaven!"
"Heaven? This is heaven?" Hades stared at her like she'd suddenly decided to shave her head, get a nose ring and call herself Tiny Bertha.
"This place? Where random disappearances happen and these humans play games with spirits like they understand us? Do you know they kill our kind here?" Hades glanced left and right before hissing the last sentence out.
"You think tea parties will save you when your pact lets it slip what you are and you're dragged from your bed at night? Or that...girl! The one that's always around you. Some flower...flower...petunia...daisy." Hades' brain hunted for Iris' name.
"All I did was warn you!"
"Don't you dare doubt them!" Persephone yelled, glaring back. "You will never know, having only lived for yourself for so long."
Persephone paused, smiling a small, bitter smile. "Would it even matter to you if I was dead?" A tiny laugh, bordering on a sob escaped her mouth, but there was no way she was crying. Not yet. "You weren't there for me when I was about to die, so many times in the past. And I will never expect you to be."
Hades had nothing to say in defense. He knew he was shoveling dirt out of his own grave. Was this because she had stayed in human form for so long? He swore she was never this difficult when they were spirits. What was wrong with all these human women?
"...Well."
Hades cleared his throat again.
"Well."
"I didn't expect you to apologize, either, and I was right. I have never seen you so shameless."
Persephone huffed and turned around, having said all she wanted. It still hurt, but she would have to cry later. She didn't want to, but she knew the tears would come.
"Stop meddling in my life. If I find you doing so again, a truce won't even be an option."
"What is this truce anyways? Isn't a truce something that takes two people? If you were open with me, there wouldn't need to be ... I..."
Hades didn't even know what to ask of Persephone anymore. He wanted to push her away but he wanted to know all about what she was up to. He wanted to be with her but he needed for her to hate him. He was so very confused. So he did what a coward would do.
He dematerialized and fled.