[Thread] Take me down to the bridge
Characters: AU!Persephone, Open -- New character, new thread
Where: The park.
When: Mid-afternoon, after Tim's disappearance.
Summary: Persephone is enjoying yet another day out at the park to take her mind off of things and is getting her butt kicked at backgammon. By a flower.
Warnings: None so far.
Note: If anyone plays Backgammon/Portes with Persephone, I'm asking now to skip the details on it. I am a failure at board games, apparently.
Persephone had held good on her word to stay out at the park for the next gods knew how long. The young goddess had returned to the apartment maybe only a handful of times to switch out her robes, but otherwise, she hadn’t come back, preferring to remain outdoors.
Right now she was sprawled out on her stomach, legs swinging through the air slowly as she studied the Tavli board sitting between herself and a couple of poppies, the red wagon that she so often used to carry her things sitting not too far away. To anyone passing by, it would appear that she was playing the game by herself, idly moving the pieces with a rather manic grin plastered to her face, but in actuality, she was playing with the poppies, moving the pieces for them. Though nothing was physically spoken, both flower and goddess were locked in a rousing game of Portes -- Backgammon to all you mortals -- both sending mental pictures to each other as way of talking.
Persephone was also sopping wet again, having just gotten out of the lake. With the way the heat had flared up recently, the lake was looking more and more inviting with each passing second and the goddess was having trouble keeping from jumping in when she could. Either way, it did a lot for her appearance, making her look more wild than ever with her bedraggled and twisted hair.
Back to the game, though… It had been a close one, the poppy coming in first. Again. That’s how it had been all afternoon and Persephone stuck her tongue out at her companion. Cheat, she shot at it playfully, the flower returning in kind with a laughing feel.
Even if she was losing to a plant, it felt good to be outside rather than thinking on a lot of things weighing at her mind. Still, she couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance at the staff Tim had gotten her sitting in the wagon, frowning a fraction and hoping that the boy was okay.
Where: The park.
When: Mid-afternoon, after Tim's disappearance.
Summary: Persephone is enjoying yet another day out at the park to take her mind off of things and is getting her butt kicked at backgammon. By a flower.
Warnings: None so far.
Note: If anyone plays Backgammon/Portes with Persephone, I'm asking now to skip the details on it. I am a failure at board games, apparently.
Persephone had held good on her word to stay out at the park for the next gods knew how long. The young goddess had returned to the apartment maybe only a handful of times to switch out her robes, but otherwise, she hadn’t come back, preferring to remain outdoors.
Right now she was sprawled out on her stomach, legs swinging through the air slowly as she studied the Tavli board sitting between herself and a couple of poppies, the red wagon that she so often used to carry her things sitting not too far away. To anyone passing by, it would appear that she was playing the game by herself, idly moving the pieces with a rather manic grin plastered to her face, but in actuality, she was playing with the poppies, moving the pieces for them. Though nothing was physically spoken, both flower and goddess were locked in a rousing game of Portes -- Backgammon to all you mortals -- both sending mental pictures to each other as way of talking.
Persephone was also sopping wet again, having just gotten out of the lake. With the way the heat had flared up recently, the lake was looking more and more inviting with each passing second and the goddess was having trouble keeping from jumping in when she could. Either way, it did a lot for her appearance, making her look more wild than ever with her bedraggled and twisted hair.
Back to the game, though… It had been a close one, the poppy coming in first. Again. That’s how it had been all afternoon and Persephone stuck her tongue out at her companion. Cheat, she shot at it playfully, the flower returning in kind with a laughing feel.
Even if she was losing to a plant, it felt good to be outside rather than thinking on a lot of things weighing at her mind. Still, she couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance at the staff Tim had gotten her sitting in the wagon, frowning a fraction and hoping that the boy was okay.