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[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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[fehus]

[the Greeks are dicks. the Norse have bigger fish to fry; you couldn't very well be squabbling about the nature of the universe or feuding like a bunch of animals when Ragnarok was about to land on your doorstep like a flaming bag of dog -- well]

[Magnus follows the ladder up, and up, to the catwalk. when he's at the top, he sits down it, legs dangling. he thinks of sitting on Bifrost and looking into the abyss of the 9 worlds, and it makes him feel good. or that's the alcohol, hitting his absolute lightweight of a system]

Where is everybody, if this is Hades?

[pummelgranite]

[ It's a pretty view. From that high up he can see the dance floor, and the bars, and the balconies. But does look like a lonely place. It's built for so many but they're the only ones there. ]


It's a work in progress.


[ She clicks her fingers and one of the vines that makes up the catwalk unwinds and slinks down to wrap around her arm. It bulls her up, and she does some kind of BS gymnastics P!nk business and badda bing she's up and sitting on a crosswalk some twenty feet away, watching him carefully from across the open air. ]

[fehus]

[the view's incredible, but -- empty. Magnus has spent too much time being empty, staying in empty places, and looks back to the beautiful plants, back to Persephone. she moves like a goddess, thinks Magnus stupidly, because duh, of course she does]

[she might not be expecting;]

-- Do you need help?

[his hands are careful, around a luminescent bloom. it's funny to move slightly back and forth, have it move with him]

I can help make things grow, too. Not as fast as that [the vine trick] unless I wanna pass out for half a day after, but I'm still learning.