[Thread] You would take the breath from my throat.
Characters: AU!Persephone, OPEN
Where: The Library
When: Early morning, after Persephone is uncoma'ed.
Summary: Persephone has a weird dream and goes to do some research at the library to decipher it.
Warnings: Vaguely freaked out goddess on a mission. Also me being sick so replies might be wonky. Apologies in advance!
In the early hours of the morning, the goddess had finally woken up, stumbling out of bed on weak legs and reeling at the dream she had for the past several days, the nightmare still having an almost tangible presence.
As Persephone made her way shakily out of the apartment -- the goddess on a mission and so help anyone that tried to deter her on her way to the school’s library -- unaware that she had been asleep for days. Time to her kind was nothing (unless you were Kronos, then that was another story entirely) and the passage of numbered mortal days wasn’t of any concern to someone who would live forever, throughout the ages for as long as they would last.
Even if she didn’t notice what day it was, how different it was before she had fallen asleep, time never seemed more important to the little goddess as she near ran, best as she could on wobbling legs towards the school library. That dream... It was different from the usual nightmares she had had, the ones about Hades and the Underworld. Persephone had been older, looking much the same as she had when aged here. The Underworld no longer seemed so bleak and her interactions with Hades... They scared her, terrified her, confused her. There was love there. It all seemed so real, but how real was it?
And there had been the child, the little red haired boy sitting upon the throne amongst the great columns of Olympus. What had happened to him afterwards was something she didn’t want to dwell on, especially with her mind distorted and disoriented, vision skewed as she fumbled through the streets, but she had to know. She had to know who he was, why that happened, why things in that dark place were so different.
And that was where the library came in. There were books, tomes, entire volumes of her kind and the pantheons of others interspersed throughout its shelves and the girl had promised herself not to peek at her future, not to take a single look because it was a part of herself that would never happen, not in this place, but now she had to know. She had to. If she had to go back, she had to know what changed, what made it all so different. And if she had to go back at some point, at some awful point in her life? Then the goddess had to know what she could do to prevent the cruel fate of that child, the one that called her mother.
All around Persephone were scattered books, the goddess leaving them fallen in her wake as she took what she needed from the shelves, tossing the others aside carelessly.
Where: The Library
When: Early morning, after Persephone is uncoma'ed.
Summary: Persephone has a weird dream and goes to do some research at the library to decipher it.
Warnings: Vaguely freaked out goddess on a mission. Also me being sick so replies might be wonky. Apologies in advance!
In the early hours of the morning, the goddess had finally woken up, stumbling out of bed on weak legs and reeling at the dream she had for the past several days, the nightmare still having an almost tangible presence.
As Persephone made her way shakily out of the apartment -- the goddess on a mission and so help anyone that tried to deter her on her way to the school’s library -- unaware that she had been asleep for days. Time to her kind was nothing (unless you were Kronos, then that was another story entirely) and the passage of numbered mortal days wasn’t of any concern to someone who would live forever, throughout the ages for as long as they would last.
Even if she didn’t notice what day it was, how different it was before she had fallen asleep, time never seemed more important to the little goddess as she near ran, best as she could on wobbling legs towards the school library. That dream... It was different from the usual nightmares she had had, the ones about Hades and the Underworld. Persephone had been older, looking much the same as she had when aged here. The Underworld no longer seemed so bleak and her interactions with Hades... They scared her, terrified her, confused her. There was love there. It all seemed so real, but how real was it?
And there had been the child, the little red haired boy sitting upon the throne amongst the great columns of Olympus. What had happened to him afterwards was something she didn’t want to dwell on, especially with her mind distorted and disoriented, vision skewed as she fumbled through the streets, but she had to know. She had to know who he was, why that happened, why things in that dark place were so different.
And that was where the library came in. There were books, tomes, entire volumes of her kind and the pantheons of others interspersed throughout its shelves and the girl had promised herself not to peek at her future, not to take a single look because it was a part of herself that would never happen, not in this place, but now she had to know. She had to. If she had to go back, she had to know what changed, what made it all so different. And if she had to go back at some point, at some awful point in her life? Then the goddess had to know what she could do to prevent the cruel fate of that child, the one that called her mother.
All around Persephone were scattered books, the goddess leaving them fallen in her wake as she took what she needed from the shelves, tossing the others aside carelessly.