Persephone, the Destroyer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pummelgranite) wrote2019-09-03 02:08 am
pummelgranite) wrote2019-09-03 02:08 am
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"Persephone. Speak."
[ OK. Fine. ]
OK. Fine.
OK. Fine.
Edited 2017-10-01 21:41 (UTC)
[he's a lot less calm, but no less quiet, in that silence; when the answer finally comes, he exhales]
Okay. -- Um. And. I really appreciated it. You checking on me, after.
[he's still thinking about the girl in the tent; about what it must feel like, when you can pull yourself out of Hel, and know someone's waiting for you on the surface, with arms outstretched like vines]
...Mourning's hard. It's, less hard, not always facing it alone. I hope I'll be able to handle your song one day.
Okay. -- Um. And. I really appreciated it. You checking on me, after.
[he's still thinking about the girl in the tent; about what it must feel like, when you can pull yourself out of Hel, and know someone's waiting for you on the surface, with arms outstretched like vines]
...Mourning's hard. It's, less hard, not always facing it alone. I hope I'll be able to handle your song one day.
Edited 2017-10-05 03:03 (UTC)
Uh huh. Good talk.
[ She doesn't sound sarcastic, not entirely. Not even mostly. There's a moment of hesitation. ]
I'm sorry.
[ And then she ends the call. ]
[ She doesn't sound sarcastic, not entirely. Not even mostly. There's a moment of hesitation. ]
I'm sorry.
[ And then she ends the call. ]
Edited 2017-10-01 22:09 (UTC)
Then I'll see you at nine.
[ It's a dive bar, what's there to say? Persephone is waiting for her inside, assuming that she has either the power to get in herself, one way or another. She is the dipshit who still dresses like she's in a 90s music video and orders gin, but divinity's gotta divinity. What can you do? ]
[ It's a dive bar, what's there to say? Persephone is waiting for her inside, assuming that she has either the power to get in herself, one way or another. She is the dipshit who still dresses like she's in a 90s music video and orders gin, but divinity's gotta divinity. What can you do? ]
[ alex does indeed show up!! she's looking a couple of years older than she actually is, in her trademark pink and green and a light leather jacket, her hair a cute green pixie cut. she lifts her chin when she spots persephone, breezing her way through the crowd as if she does this all the time. (she doesn't, of course, but she's always confident about, like, everything.) ]
Hey. [ up close, her eyes are mismatched-- one a dark brown, the other gold. she's also in possession of a weirdly unearthly beauty, which she probably gets from her mom just like the shapeshifting. ] So are we here to gossip about Magnus?
Hey. [ up close, her eyes are mismatched-- one a dark brown, the other gold. she's also in possession of a weirdly unearthly beauty, which she probably gets from her mom just like the shapeshifting. ] So are we here to gossip about Magnus?
[ Being an upset teenager, Persephone had spent no insignificant amount of mental energy obsessing over imagined versions of their next conversation. She came up with some really good lines, depending on he comes at her.
This, however, was not what as expected. ]
. . . what? Are you serious?
This, however, was not what as expected. ]
. . . what? Are you serious?
[ She gives her not-a-laugh snort, but does not sound amused. ]
I thought you were "really tired of this."
I thought you were "really tired of this."
You seem like you're getting things under control now.
[ WHY IS HE ALWAYS SO GOD DAMN INSCRUTABLE ]
Excuse me?
Excuse me?
Something like that. Can I trust you to be discreet, Alex?
[ The answer suddenly clear: we are here to get our stories straight around Magnus. ]
[ The answer suddenly clear: we are here to get our stories straight around Magnus. ]
You've been soliciting on an open network. It doesn't take a detective to notice.
[Get it? Because he's the world's greatest-- forget it.]
[Get it? Because he's the world's greatest-- forget it.]
[ There is silence on the other end of the line as three thousand flabbergasted-yet-incredibly-snotty remarks form in her mind all at once, and she is rendered briefly unable to say anything at all. ]
Anyway, you're free on the 11th. I rescheduled you for then. Bring thirty-five dollars with you.
[ A thousand more retorts come to mind, and a thousand thousand after that. Somehow, she settles on this: ]
You hacked my calendar!?
You hacked my calendar!?
I called your manager.
[Not everything is fuckin' Mission Impossible, Persephone.]
[Not everything is fuckin' Mission Impossible, Persephone.]
[ her brows arch as she seats herself. ]
As long as it's not a secret I shouldn't be keeping. Like murder or something, I don't know.
[ she's not stupid, though. there's a reason for persephone's insistence on magnus not worrying about her. ] So what's the deal?
As long as it's not a secret I shouldn't be keeping. Like murder or something, I don't know.
[ she's not stupid, though. there's a reason for persephone's insistence on magnus not worrying about her. ] So what's the deal?
Whatever- . . . Just- back up a minute.
What, exactly, makes you think I still want you experimenting on me?
What, exactly, makes you think I still want you experimenting on me?
[ persephone manages to not just assume he's going to ask for love advice, but it's hard. ]
OK?
He's cool if that's the question.
OK?
He's cool if that's the question.
Well, you seem to be going through a whole lot of trouble to keep singing safely if your whole plan is to go insane and die in a year.
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