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Characters: Hades [elitistically] & Persephone [anironqueen]
Date/Time: Saturday night.
Location: Persephone's new hideout.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: She made him hunt her down.
With her back to the counter and cabinets, she peeled her oranges. She'd grown used doing this by now. Back to the wall, moving the vases with the bells away from the doors when she needed to open them, minding the fragile glass pieces near the windows and so forth.
This was all less for protection and more to not be surprised. She knew, in the end, Hades would get his way. Somehow, he always did but there was no need to make it simple for him.
She didn't have to think how furious he would be. She knew it. With a cough, she stopped smiling. Even if her neglectful husband deserved having his blood go hot.
Hades did not find this amusing, he knew she wanted to be found (he knew that she was playing a game) but somehow it did nothing but make his mood foul. He'd kidnapped her already, must he forcefully chain her to the basement too? Apparently so, he had no qualms about doing that.
Cracking his knuckles he made sure that if she were to escape from this place, his men would follow her. (No one but he could touch her, but the point was that he would shadow her. She could not run, Athena and Artemis were wrong).
The first sign of his presence was the crash from the bedroom window. It was broken, purposely- not caring what was torn in his path to get to his wife. Everything could be broken, torn and tossed. And she would not escape without a blow or two, because apparently Persephone required to be treated like a child.
So yes, while furious, Hades also felt betrayed by this little game.
The knife dropped from hand, her eyes narrowing at the sound of the destruction. She had genuinely liked this place, too. What pressed harder on her mind was that the chances of her seeing tomorrow were suddenly so much slimmer.
The knife was picked back up and set aside. No blade would be lifted against her husband. She may have left his line of sight willingly but it was not in her to want to show that she meant to harm him. Her back still to the counter and cabinets, she waited for him in the kitchen, her fingers peeling apart the fruit. No matter what was destroyed, she would not flinch again, would not move. Materials did not mean a thing to her.
If she had truly wanted to run in the first place, she would have gone further, even have hidden among her sisters. What she wanted was a battleground even if she could predict she would lose. For if he felt betrayed by this, she felt betrayed by his actions of keeping her at arm's length. Especially during winter. One outing could not make up for the loneliness of the rest of the time.
And then Hades would've had the goddesses removed from his sight as he torn about looking for his wife. The glass shards tore his skin, his immaculate suits, and he looked much less like the prim mobster by the time he found the kitchen. When he finally did find her, he stopped in his tracks, regarding her with a frigidity reserved for those about to be sent to Tartarus.
And believe him, Tartarus was going to be her home for a while. Not out of spite but out of need, a need to bind him to him. When Hades realized that this was nothing more than a cry for attention his patience.
"It's time to go."
"I know." The orange pieces were gone by then, her fingers wiped clean and now resting comfortable on the counter behind herself. And though she held herself well, her toes had tightly curled within her slippers under that chilling gaze.
The Iron Queen she was. But he was still the Lord of the Underworld and had made her the Iron Queen. That mattered in so many ways.
A smile, slight and thin, appeared. "I forgot what you looked like when you're displeased which I understand is putting it lightly. Will you tell me where I'm going? You steal me before spring but I think you know that." The smile was gone. "Did you remember what I need after what I pulled, husband?"
"No, I will tell you nothing." Hades said, shifting his hand in a calculated gesture to send something shattering onto the floor. "Your sisters seem to feel the need to tell me you are running from me. That you need time. That is not however, is it? I know you well too, if you wanted time it would have been a simple matter of asking. No. You came here for another reason."
Hades looked at her again, then moved to her side, he was a selfish man. What she needed came second to what he needed and wanted.
Even if her toes were curled so hard that it hurt, she didn't move when he came closer. Her fingers uncurled from the edge of the counter and she reached out to carefully pluck a stray glass from his sleeve.
"I did come here for another reason. They are good women, sensible and strong. But I don't need time and I'm not running. They wouldn't understand and I'm fine with that." Another piece of glass was plucked away and then she ceased, pale eyes now focused on his face. "You left me things and I never caught you even by mistake. You used cameras to be near me. And cameras do not mean a thing. You left me alone except twice during the worst season for me. The time where I should have been with you, I was alone. If Zeus had not ruled the way he did, I could have been below with you for all seasons. You did everything, once, to keep me.
"So I decided to be like you. Selfish and perfectly irritating until you came for me. Until you demanded me back to your side." A pause and she added, "I don't like being like you, by the way, for I am warmer than you. It's headache inducing."
The smile that crossed Hades' feature was devoid of any warmth, but that was not intentional, he had no warmth in himself to offer others, and as he very carefully wrapped his fingers around her throat, he tilt her face upwards to his own. "Keep you with me? That is what you wish?" Even if it had not been exactly that, it was how Hades was going to use the words now.
She was for his use.
The grip tightened slightly. "Selfish and irritating does not suit you, many people will have their jaws broken, and their fingers dislocated." If she pushed him, he'd crush anyone. Let it not be said that Hades was a man of half-measures. "Come along now, I'll grant you your wish."
Locked in a place with no sunlight, no spring, an echo of Hades, to be their home- and she would be shackled down there.
"I'm glad the message was clear." She had pushed hard and far enough already. To do any more was asking for more than what she wanted. More than what was needed.
Though, she had to wonder if she had not already crossed a line. She had no doubts that she would suffer a while for even just pushing this far. Still. What line had been stepped over if any? There was no clue to where she was going, after all.
She swallowed against the palm of his hand and cast her eyes in the direction of the exit of the kitchen. "I suppose it's time I see what you did you my apartment. I expect we'll be using a door." Persephone knew not to ask whether he found her alarm traps interesting. Curiosity did not equal being the fool. "But, indeed, let's go. As before, none stand in your way."
She may have wanted to go look at the damage, but he had other plans, and the grip on her throat tightened. "Oh no, my wife, you're not going to see anything." And for a man who seemed to have a slight build, he with a practised gestured moved to grab her and toss her over his shoulder. Like a thing.
Should be thankful no real blows were landed - yet- but Persephone was not using her two feet to go anywhere. Now she had his full attention, both good and bad.
Well, she hadn't been in this position for some time though it was different when someone other than your male cousin did this. But she wouldn't complain very much. The view wasn't too bad. Yes, she knew she was in trouble (so, so much trouble) so she might as well be a little light-hearted about things.
His attention, good and bad, was fine. She would be fine. Was she praying about that? Maybe.
"I suppose that is fine, husband," she commented lightly to his backside. "Could I bother you to at least shut off the kitchen light?"
"No. You may not bother me for anything, Persephone, you wanted to be with me? To be reminded? I'll make you mine all over again." And this wouldn't be sweet, it would be possessive and hard, laced with that odd touch of his which would mean affection. Like one who loves a beloved pet, something to be owned, but she was also a queen in her own right, and Hades would not make this affair public.
He could do whatever he wanted to his wife, everyone else had to respect her. It was that simple for him.
And even though he had said no, he bumped his elbow on the wall- turning off the kitchen lights on the way out. From here onwards she would be blindfolded and taken deep, deep, into a cold place.
Date/Time: Saturday night.
Location: Persephone's new hideout.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: She made him hunt her down.
With her back to the counter and cabinets, she peeled her oranges. She'd grown used doing this by now. Back to the wall, moving the vases with the bells away from the doors when she needed to open them, minding the fragile glass pieces near the windows and so forth.
This was all less for protection and more to not be surprised. She knew, in the end, Hades would get his way. Somehow, he always did but there was no need to make it simple for him.
She didn't have to think how furious he would be. She knew it. With a cough, she stopped smiling. Even if her neglectful husband deserved having his blood go hot.
Hades did not find this amusing, he knew she wanted to be found (he knew that she was playing a game) but somehow it did nothing but make his mood foul. He'd kidnapped her already, must he forcefully chain her to the basement too? Apparently so, he had no qualms about doing that.
Cracking his knuckles he made sure that if she were to escape from this place, his men would follow her. (No one but he could touch her, but the point was that he would shadow her. She could not run, Athena and Artemis were wrong).
The first sign of his presence was the crash from the bedroom window. It was broken, purposely- not caring what was torn in his path to get to his wife. Everything could be broken, torn and tossed. And she would not escape without a blow or two, because apparently Persephone required to be treated like a child.
So yes, while furious, Hades also felt betrayed by this little game.
The knife dropped from hand, her eyes narrowing at the sound of the destruction. She had genuinely liked this place, too. What pressed harder on her mind was that the chances of her seeing tomorrow were suddenly so much slimmer.
The knife was picked back up and set aside. No blade would be lifted against her husband. She may have left his line of sight willingly but it was not in her to want to show that she meant to harm him. Her back still to the counter and cabinets, she waited for him in the kitchen, her fingers peeling apart the fruit. No matter what was destroyed, she would not flinch again, would not move. Materials did not mean a thing to her.
If she had truly wanted to run in the first place, she would have gone further, even have hidden among her sisters. What she wanted was a battleground even if she could predict she would lose. For if he felt betrayed by this, she felt betrayed by his actions of keeping her at arm's length. Especially during winter. One outing could not make up for the loneliness of the rest of the time.
And then Hades would've had the goddesses removed from his sight as he torn about looking for his wife. The glass shards tore his skin, his immaculate suits, and he looked much less like the prim mobster by the time he found the kitchen. When he finally did find her, he stopped in his tracks, regarding her with a frigidity reserved for those about to be sent to Tartarus.
And believe him, Tartarus was going to be her home for a while. Not out of spite but out of need, a need to bind him to him. When Hades realized that this was nothing more than a cry for attention his patience.
"It's time to go."
"I know." The orange pieces were gone by then, her fingers wiped clean and now resting comfortable on the counter behind herself. And though she held herself well, her toes had tightly curled within her slippers under that chilling gaze.
The Iron Queen she was. But he was still the Lord of the Underworld and had made her the Iron Queen. That mattered in so many ways.
A smile, slight and thin, appeared. "I forgot what you looked like when you're displeased which I understand is putting it lightly. Will you tell me where I'm going? You steal me before spring but I think you know that." The smile was gone. "Did you remember what I need after what I pulled, husband?"
"No, I will tell you nothing." Hades said, shifting his hand in a calculated gesture to send something shattering onto the floor. "Your sisters seem to feel the need to tell me you are running from me. That you need time. That is not however, is it? I know you well too, if you wanted time it would have been a simple matter of asking. No. You came here for another reason."
Hades looked at her again, then moved to her side, he was a selfish man. What she needed came second to what he needed and wanted.
Even if her toes were curled so hard that it hurt, she didn't move when he came closer. Her fingers uncurled from the edge of the counter and she reached out to carefully pluck a stray glass from his sleeve.
"I did come here for another reason. They are good women, sensible and strong. But I don't need time and I'm not running. They wouldn't understand and I'm fine with that." Another piece of glass was plucked away and then she ceased, pale eyes now focused on his face. "You left me things and I never caught you even by mistake. You used cameras to be near me. And cameras do not mean a thing. You left me alone except twice during the worst season for me. The time where I should have been with you, I was alone. If Zeus had not ruled the way he did, I could have been below with you for all seasons. You did everything, once, to keep me.
"So I decided to be like you. Selfish and perfectly irritating until you came for me. Until you demanded me back to your side." A pause and she added, "I don't like being like you, by the way, for I am warmer than you. It's headache inducing."
The smile that crossed Hades' feature was devoid of any warmth, but that was not intentional, he had no warmth in himself to offer others, and as he very carefully wrapped his fingers around her throat, he tilt her face upwards to his own. "Keep you with me? That is what you wish?" Even if it had not been exactly that, it was how Hades was going to use the words now.
She was for his use.
The grip tightened slightly. "Selfish and irritating does not suit you, many people will have their jaws broken, and their fingers dislocated." If she pushed him, he'd crush anyone. Let it not be said that Hades was a man of half-measures. "Come along now, I'll grant you your wish."
Locked in a place with no sunlight, no spring, an echo of Hades, to be their home- and she would be shackled down there.
"I'm glad the message was clear." She had pushed hard and far enough already. To do any more was asking for more than what she wanted. More than what was needed.
Though, she had to wonder if she had not already crossed a line. She had no doubts that she would suffer a while for even just pushing this far. Still. What line had been stepped over if any? There was no clue to where she was going, after all.
She swallowed against the palm of his hand and cast her eyes in the direction of the exit of the kitchen. "I suppose it's time I see what you did you my apartment. I expect we'll be using a door." Persephone knew not to ask whether he found her alarm traps interesting. Curiosity did not equal being the fool. "But, indeed, let's go. As before, none stand in your way."
She may have wanted to go look at the damage, but he had other plans, and the grip on her throat tightened. "Oh no, my wife, you're not going to see anything." And for a man who seemed to have a slight build, he with a practised gestured moved to grab her and toss her over his shoulder. Like a thing.
Should be thankful no real blows were landed - yet- but Persephone was not using her two feet to go anywhere. Now she had his full attention, both good and bad.
Well, she hadn't been in this position for some time though it was different when someone other than your male cousin did this. But she wouldn't complain very much. The view wasn't too bad. Yes, she knew she was in trouble (so, so much trouble) so she might as well be a little light-hearted about things.
His attention, good and bad, was fine. She would be fine. Was she praying about that? Maybe.
"I suppose that is fine, husband," she commented lightly to his backside. "Could I bother you to at least shut off the kitchen light?"
"No. You may not bother me for anything, Persephone, you wanted to be with me? To be reminded? I'll make you mine all over again." And this wouldn't be sweet, it would be possessive and hard, laced with that odd touch of his which would mean affection. Like one who loves a beloved pet, something to be owned, but she was also a queen in her own right, and Hades would not make this affair public.
He could do whatever he wanted to his wife, everyone else had to respect her. It was that simple for him.
And even though he had said no, he bumped his elbow on the wall- turning off the kitchen lights on the way out. From here onwards she would be blindfolded and taken deep, deep, into a cold place.