pummelgranite: (she on a diet)
Persephone, the Destroyer ([personal profile] pummelgranite) wrote2019-09-03 02:08 am
Entry tags:

[MoM][IC Contact]

"Persephone. Speak."
purple_reign: (Diamonds And Pearls)

btw if you have this inbox tracked: SPOILERS

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-02 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fair... Fair. After all that sure is her best friend's disembodied head just. Sitting on her table now. Does it help that it...they??? Are moving? That head is moving, and in fact grimacing in a mix of discomfort and something like regret. It would be so much better if they could figure out how to hold onto that new power of theirs, but luck has never been in the favor of these divine kids. ]

I'm sorry about this.
stylistic_disloyalty: (006)

[personal profile] stylistic_disloyalty 2018-03-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
FUCKING WHAT--!!

[And then Luci's on the floor. She pops back up the next second, hand extended and ready to blow up whatever is making Persephone scream--]

[Obviously this is not what she expected to find, and her blood runs cold.]


Oh fuck no.
purple_reign: (Last December)

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-02 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Persephone!

[ This had been a bad idea. They shouldn't have come yet. They should have waited to get their power under control, to approach her when they were...well...together, for lack of a better term. Too late to go back now, unfortunately. ]

I'm okay— [ Well, that's obviously a lie. They glance in Lucifer's direction, pleading and a hint of question in their eyes. Does she remember yet...? ] I'm. I'm...alive?
stylistic_disloyalty: (014)

[personal profile] stylistic_disloyalty 2018-03-02 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Shit-- shit shit shit--]

[Luci throws herself back on the bed and, from behind, wraps her arms around Persephone tightly and starts talking in her ear.]


It's alright, they're alright, see? Chatting away and being their old, concerned self. Porter Bollocks.

[Something tells her this isn't that, though. Luci looks back at Inanna, clearly at a loss and pale herself. This is too close to what happened to her in December for her to feel comfortable at all.]
purple_reign: (Same December)

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-02 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Where the fuck to even begin? There really isn't a convenient starting point. ]

I... Look, I know this is fucked up. It's still messing me up, but the important thing is that I'm not—I was never dead. As far as I know.

[ They've just been a head. Totally different and better(???), right??? ]
stylistic_disloyalty: (044)

[personal profile] stylistic_disloyalty 2018-03-02 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Never dead. Never dead?]

[Luci's hands tighten on Persephone's shoulders but otherwise she's fighting to be a rock. It's really fucking hard to keep her voice level.]


Like, never dead after you left here or-- or like, Fucking-Ananke-never-dead?
purple_reign: (A Million Days)

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-02 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Well. That answers the question of whether or not Lucifer remembers this. The look of shell-shocked regret on their face intensifies for a moment, and they chew worriedly at their lip for a moment before continuing. ]

Fucking-Ananke-never-dead. Just...this.
stylistic_disloyalty: (047)

[personal profile] stylistic_disloyalty 2018-03-02 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Luci is very still for a moment. Yeah, that looks like the face of somebody who's said too much, so she can extrapolate what happened to her after she met the wrong end of Ananke's fingers. The reason her head didn't come apart in December, the reason she was just decapitated, was because Ananke had decapitated her and somehow she and Inanna had lived through it.]

[She has a choice now. Persephone is no doubt losing her mind, thinking about how long all of the murdered gods were heads in some undetermined location. Luci could stay and reassure her with a terrible joke--]

[--but she's losing her fucking mind and has to stand up, which she does, and runs her clawed hands through her hair.]


...sorry. I need coffee. I'm making a fuckton of coffee.
purple_reign: (3rd Eye)

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-02 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A drink sounds fucking great right about now. Unfortunately— ]

Do you have any straws? [ A beat. ] And whiskey?
stylistic_disloyalty: (096)

[personal profile] stylistic_disloyalty 2018-03-05 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Guess I'm making a run out, then. That will be one bucket of coffee, two bottles of whiskey, and a straw then?

[Luci starts hurriedly picking up a shirt in the corner and some pants from under the bed-- fuck underwear, she has to get some air.]

Back in a flash. [She calls over her shoulder as she strips out of the embarrassing shirt somebody left outside Hades for Persephone, and makes a beeline for the exit.]
purple_reign: (Dark)

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-05 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cool. Cool, Inanna will just...stay here. Surely Inanna and Persephone can keep their shit together for ten minutes until Luci comes back, right?? ]

...Sorry again about the—shock.
purple_reign: (Condition Of The Heart)

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-05 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
I screamed a lot too at first.

[ It wasn't so bad, admitting it to her. Inanna was sure she understood deeply. ]

You don't need to ask for that.
Edited 2018-03-05 04:12 (UTC)
purple_reign: (Dark)

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-05 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pretty much. ]

Persephone...

[ This is the part where Inanna should be pulling her into a hug, one that they need as badly as she does. Unfortunately they're stuck relying on their face to convey enough understanding to make up for it. It's only a little marred by Inanna's own wrecked nerves leaving them with a brow perpetually pinched in anxiety. ]

Who could have even guessed?
purple_reign: (Somebody's Somebody)

[personal profile] purple_reign 2018-03-05 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This should be comforting, except it absolutely isn't. There's nothing Inanna can do but sit there and let her hold them, and it feels so strange—disconcerting. There are too many things they can't help but expect to feel; the press of her against their chest, the weight of arms around their waist. All those things they simply don't have now. It leaves a sick feeling in the pit of a stomach they don't have.

Inanna draws a few shaky breaths, fighting against the urge give in to tears; the situation is bad enough already without that. They can hold it together a little longer. ]


I know you will.