[it's by complete accident that lady persephone wonders down to the underworld, a place that is said to be as dead and barren as the god-king that rules it. she is tending to her mother's gardens, fingers dug into the rich earth, powers funnelling into the soil to forcefully grow the flowers that yield the ambrosia that olympus covets so much. (so much so that they demand it of demeter at every moment of the year, whether or not it is the season for said flowers to grow.)
this, she has done many times before, since she was a young maiden goddess. the difference today is the way the earth tears when she's not looking, opening up into a cave somewhere behind her. when she finds the cave, she feels a calling from inside, something archaic, with deep roots, something that whispers bloom.
so persephone enters the cave. she walks in, and then she walks down, and at some point - maybe five in the evening? - there is a rumble of the cave closing up way behind her. with nowhere to go but forward, she explores, and follows the whispers, and senses the ground as she steps. her sandals she leaves somewhere by a diamond-encrusted wall, one hour in. she feels the ground - hears it - better with her feet bare.
it's very curious. the underworld is meant to be barren, that is what demeter says, it is what zeus and hera say. but the deeper she goes, the hungrier she feels it. and a dead and barren place cannot be this level of hungry. what lies in the house of zeus, then?
then, she comes upon what looks like a courtyard, what wants to be a garden. it's beautiful, with all the statues and the fountain, but it is hilariously unkempt. as she reaches out and touches her palm to one of the haggard trees, someone calls her name.
dignified, she lets out a.] Aaah! [and the tree, zapped by her power and gift, blushes a rich, lush green. in two seconds.
she yanks her hand away and it stays, leaving her with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar as she turns to face the king of the underworld.]
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Date: 2021-12-30 12:02 pm (UTC)this, she has done many times before, since she was a young maiden goddess. the difference today is the way the earth tears when she's not looking, opening up into a cave somewhere behind her. when she finds the cave, she feels a calling from inside, something archaic, with deep roots, something that whispers bloom.
so persephone enters the cave. she walks in, and then she walks down, and at some point - maybe five in the evening? - there is a rumble of the cave closing up way behind her. with nowhere to go but forward, she explores, and follows the whispers, and senses the ground as she steps. her sandals she leaves somewhere by a diamond-encrusted wall, one hour in. she feels the ground - hears it - better with her feet bare.
it's very curious. the underworld is meant to be barren, that is what demeter says, it is what zeus and hera say. but the deeper she goes, the hungrier she feels it. and a dead and barren place cannot be this level of hungry. what lies in the house of zeus, then?
then, she comes upon what looks like a courtyard, what wants to be a garden. it's beautiful, with all the statues and the fountain, but it is hilariously unkempt. as she reaches out and touches her palm to one of the haggard trees, someone calls her name.
dignified, she lets out a.] Aaah! [and the tree, zapped by her power and gift, blushes a rich, lush green. in two seconds.
she yanks her hand away and it stays, leaving her with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar as she turns to face the king of the underworld.]
Hello, Lord Hades. It's...been a while.