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[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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[pummelgranite]

[ There's a bit of a huffed sigh little muffled movement from the other end of the line- rubbing her face or wrangling her hair maybe- but no other reply for a long moment. ]

[fehus]

[silence doesn't bother Magnus Chase. he lets it ride, easy and patient, waits for her response]

[pummelgranite]

[ The silence stretches and then there's a slightly louder huff before she speaks again. ]


You can tell her I'm sorry, but she'll probably be better off if we stay away from each other. I'll make sure she doesn't hear my communion again.

[fehus]

This isn't elementary school, I'm not telling anybody anything. And -- I think that's stupid.

[...]

You're misunderstanding eachother. And there's no reason to. You don't get to choose, how people react to your song. But you can choose how to act after, depending on what went down.

[she checked up on Magnus, after all. why not Tefe?]

And, no offense, if the mythological-plant-monster imPorts aren't gonna be there for eachother, who will? [...] And. It's not my business, but if she had a reaction that bad, she needs you, as much as that girl from the tent.

[pummelgranite]

[ For a moment, Persephone doesn't reply. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ Then for another moment, she also doesn't reply. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ She doesn't reply for this moment either. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ Or this one. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ Then she-


wait.


no.


still nothing. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ OK. Fine. ]


OK. Fine.

[fehus]

[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.

[fehus]

[he doesn't give her a chance to respond. she doesn't need to;]

Anyway, that's all I had to say. Um. You can go back to sleep now.

[pummelgranite]

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. ]