[narrative] my regrets are few, if my life is mine what shouldn't I do?
Negotiations with the Titans had continued to go sour. They wouldn't listen, no matter how hard she tried. Persephone had even cut back on her whole turning the city into a giant garden thing, expanding only upon the existing greenery by making it flourish (and in their proper spaces as opposed to all over buildings).
Skirmishes with Ivy continued as well, but that was to be expected. At this point, it was starting to become routine despite the pains the goddess took to keep out of her former mistress' way. Jump City was fast becoming a trap for her and Persephone has taken to spending more and more time in the Nexus, (almost) begrudgingly turning it into her home.
At this point, the goddess is at a loss as to what to do. Robin has been silent and no matter the amount of messages she's sent, she's received no response in return.
What if Robin is seriously hurt? What if he hates her? What if he's dead?
What if, what if, what if!
It's driving the poor thing mad and she sits alternately seething and sniffling over a cup of tea, the flowers mimicking her range of displayed emotions. There are few options left, as far as she sees: continue on trying to persuade the Titans, search the world over for Robin (maybe even wake the slumbering Cerberus to help in the search), give up (for after all, he is a mortal boy and why should she care?), or...
It hits her then, like her stomach dropping out from beneath her. It's not a good feeling, not this idea, but... Persephone fumbles in the pocket of her jeans and extracts her PINpoint, turning it over and over in her hands, willing herself to get the nerve up for this. This. This again. With a deep breath, she sends out a message.
Skirmishes with Ivy continued as well, but that was to be expected. At this point, it was starting to become routine despite the pains the goddess took to keep out of her former mistress' way. Jump City was fast becoming a trap for her and Persephone has taken to spending more and more time in the Nexus, (almost) begrudgingly turning it into her home.
At this point, the goddess is at a loss as to what to do. Robin has been silent and no matter the amount of messages she's sent, she's received no response in return.
What if Robin is seriously hurt? What if he hates her? What if he's dead?
What if, what if, what if!
It's driving the poor thing mad and she sits alternately seething and sniffling over a cup of tea, the flowers mimicking her range of displayed emotions. There are few options left, as far as she sees: continue on trying to persuade the Titans, search the world over for Robin (maybe even wake the slumbering Cerberus to help in the search), give up (for after all, he is a mortal boy and why should she care?), or...
It hits her then, like her stomach dropping out from beneath her. It's not a good feeling, not this idea, but... Persephone fumbles in the pocket of her jeans and extracts her PINpoint, turning it over and over in her hands, willing herself to get the nerve up for this. This. This again. With a deep breath, she sends out a message.