Greek Mythology - Spring of Our Parting
Title: Spring of Our Parting
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Persephone/Hades and the prompts "stay" and "symmetry".
Author's note: Written for the Porn Battle XI. Thanks to geek_mama_2 for editing!
Spring of Our Parting
by Hereswith
Does he (no) ask her to stay, the hard line of his jaw turned away, but she is still bruised from his kisses, in places tender and secret, and he still bears the marks she gave, she knows the pattern of them on his back, hidden under linen fabric. They will fade, these keepsakes, long before the seasons for growing and harvest pass (they always do), and nothing more of Hades, the man or the realm, will be allowed her where she must go.
Does she (no) touch him, their fingers twined like weft and warp, her head on his shoulder, breaths in broken symmetry, but that is mere memory, it will not happen now, at this moment of parting (her exile). Not with spring coming, inevitable and unstoppable, out of the barren boughs, out of the fertile loam, and her mother's arms opened wide, so wide.
"I," she says and, "You," he says, because she is the centre, the beginning and end, the truth (how it happened) not as simple as others would have it. She will leave by ancient ways, and by crooked paths return, when winter approaches, the mountain slopes flecked white with snow, the sandals on her feet not winged but they will serve, carry her to where she must go (would run).
He will call her queen, then, in the dim of their chamber (on his knees), and she will name him "husband", and "Hades", her mouth pressed to his temple, her sandals, her chiton lost and never once missed. She will undress him, there, and he will pluck the sweet flowers from her hair, and the silk that binds it, push his hands through it and pull her down. His beard will tickle, bristle and rasp against her skin and she will be steeped in summer, sick of sun, taking his weight on her like the first time (by her will), her arms opened wide, so wide.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Persephone/Hades and the prompts "stay" and "symmetry".
Author's note: Written for the Porn Battle XI. Thanks to geek_mama_2 for editing!
Spring of Our Parting
by Hereswith
Does he (no) ask her to stay, the hard line of his jaw turned away, but she is still bruised from his kisses, in places tender and secret, and he still bears the marks she gave, she knows the pattern of them on his back, hidden under linen fabric. They will fade, these keepsakes, long before the seasons for growing and harvest pass (they always do), and nothing more of Hades, the man or the realm, will be allowed her where she must go.
Does she (no) touch him, their fingers twined like weft and warp, her head on his shoulder, breaths in broken symmetry, but that is mere memory, it will not happen now, at this moment of parting (her exile). Not with spring coming, inevitable and unstoppable, out of the barren boughs, out of the fertile loam, and her mother's arms opened wide, so wide.
"I," she says and, "You," he says, because she is the centre, the beginning and end, the truth (how it happened) not as simple as others would have it. She will leave by ancient ways, and by crooked paths return, when winter approaches, the mountain slopes flecked white with snow, the sandals on her feet not winged but they will serve, carry her to where she must go (would run).
He will call her queen, then, in the dim of their chamber (on his knees), and she will name him "husband", and "Hades", her mouth pressed to his temple, her sandals, her chiton lost and never once missed. She will undress him, there, and he will pluck the sweet flowers from her hair, and the silk that binds it, push his hands through it and pull her down. His beard will tickle, bristle and rasp against her skin and she will be steeped in summer, sick of sun, taking his weight on her like the first time (by her will), her arms opened wide, so wide.