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thesphererp2019-09-23 07:19 pm
threshes) wrote in thesphererp2019-09-23 07:19 pm
audio: Persephone
[This is the first day of actual fall and Persephone knows that, even though it's been decades since there was a proper fall where she's from. All day, Persephone's ears have been straining to hear the whistle of a train, the gravel deep tone of her husband's voice, the Fates singing in the back of her mind... something. But there ain't been anything but the mocking of the network's emptiness and the feeling of how the world turns when things start to die. For Persephone, it's been three seasons here. She'd come from Winter on the verge of Spring, and then there had been the Summer and now. Now this.
She's trying desperately not to let the same worry that her husband has consume her. Which is why, it's probably not a surprise that Persephone's been in the orchard since before dawn drinking. She's floating on a river of wine from before there was such a thing as humans, and Persephone has decided, as the setting of the sun, that drunkenly addressing the network is the smartest thing to do.]
He ain't ever been late before. Not once. Early loads of times, but he ain't ever been late.
[There's a hesitance, as if Persephone wants to say more, but then she just settles on:]
I hate this place.
She's trying desperately not to let the same worry that her husband has consume her. Which is why, it's probably not a surprise that Persephone's been in the orchard since before dawn drinking. She's floating on a river of wine from before there was such a thing as humans, and Persephone has decided, as the setting of the sun, that drunkenly addressing the network is the smartest thing to do.]
He ain't ever been late before. Not once. Early loads of times, but he ain't ever been late.
[There's a hesitance, as if Persephone wants to say more, but then she just settles on:]
I hate this place.
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Hades and I have been rampagin' at one another for years. He wouldn't like to be stuck here, that's for sure. But he ain't likely to take it out on you, sonny. You ain't to blame for this.
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[That comes out more strangled than intended. Definitely not the Persephone he knows from home.]
Only if he thought I had something to do with it.
[They may be working through some things, but a kid doesn't forget their dad threatening to turn them into a smudge on the carpet.]
Doesn't matter, though, if he's not here.
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He ain't very likely to think that you were the one who had something to do with it.
[Her, on the other hand? Well, that's probably a very distinct possibility.
But Persephone just sounds very sad when she sighs:]
No. No he ain't. It's the longest I've been without him since the world started spinning.
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[It was really dependent on the circumstances. And as Hades isn't here, there's no point in dwelling on the what-ifs.
He tries to involve himself in his father's love live as little as possible. But he's actually feeling bad for her.]
I'm sorry. I guess that must be hard for you.
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Really shouldn't be here now. I should be home. It's time for fall.
[But she'd already missed Spring. And Summer. And gods knows if there's even any humanity left back home after that.]
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[Gods going missing was a big deal, but he'd watched Pan fade away with his own eyes, the god's spirit carried over to one of the satyr. Apollo was mortal and walking the earth, and the sun still rose and set - never mind that he had taken over that duty when Helios died.]
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But thank ya, brother.
What's your name?
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Nico. Nico di Angelo.
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[Only a little bit of one.]
Alright, Nico. It's nice to meet ya, I suppose.
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