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I can't wait to come home

- Sephe

Letters to Hades, V

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They can't bother us down here.

~Sephe

Letters to Hades, IV

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Just kiss me and I think we’ll be alright

~Sephe

Letters to Hades, III

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Show me just how much you missed me darling

~Sephe

Letter to Hades, II

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P E R S E P H O N E; goddess of spring and queen of the underworld.

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To be perfectly honest, the lawyer doesn’t quite remember how she got here. Well, not here, this is her office, but here in front of these two people. They certainly didn’t make an appointment. She’s not even sure if she let them in. They’re just…here now.

“So,” she tries, attempting to claw back some composure through sheer professionalism. “What is that I can help you with, Mr and Ms…” Her voice trails off uselessly when she meets her expectant clients’ eyes again.

“Hades,” the man says.

“Persephone,” the woman smiles.

“Right.” The lawyer clears her throat. Something about those names sounds familiar, but she can’t quite put her finger on it. “How can I be of service?”

“We need to get out of our prenup.”

The lawyer blinks at the woman named Persephone, there is something mesmerizingly intimidating about the green of her eyes. “You…both want that?”

“Absolutely.”

Mr Hades’ face expresses nothing but agreement and the lawyer is certain he would be more than capable of showing it if it were otherwise. “Well, it’s always pleasant to have an amicable split,” she says kindly. “And—”

“We’re don’t want to split up!” Ms Persephone interrupts. “Never!”

“That’s exactly why we’re here,” Mr Hades adds.

“I…” The lawyer looks from the one to the other. “You do realize I am a divorce lawyer, right?”

“Of course,” Mr Hades says calmly. “Which is why you should know how to get us out of this.” He reaches into his jacket and takes out a document that is nowhere near long enough to be even a standard prenuptial agreement.

The lawyer takes it anyway, glancing at it uncertainly.

“This was drafted by…our parents,” Persephone supplies helpfully. “We’ve agreed to the terms for ages, but frankly, we’re rather sick of it.”

Not even all the years of studying legal texts could make this piece of writing comprehensible. Some of the words, some of the names, seemed to flicker before the lawyer’s eyes, as if her brain refused to accept them. And the rest of it…the rest of it made no sense. Not really. Time spent in Hades. Time spent on Olympus. Pomegranates. Spring…

With a dull headache beginning just behind her eyes the lawyer looked up again. So she didn’t understand what this was about, big deal, half of the law was incomprehensible. You didn’t need to know all the rules. Not in her line of work. You needed to be able to find the gaps.

“The terms do not specify a lack of contact.” She pushes the paper back towards Mr Hades, trying not to look at the words again. “It only stipulates the required residence of Ms Persephone.”  She nods towards his wife. “And it places no restrictions on your movement whatsoever.”

The couple blinks at her. “What are you suggesting?”

The lawyer smiles. That is more like it. The clients are supposed to be the ones slightly out of their depth. “I am suggesting,” she says pleasantly. “That you arrange a third residence, a holiday home if you will, somewhere in neutral territory.”

“That…” Colour is rising into Ms Persephone’s cheeks. “…that would be allowed?”

“There’s nothing here that forbids it,” she replies confidently.

“I do have my business to think of,” Mr Hades ponders aloud, but the lawyer can clearly see he’s already thinking about how to make it work. If only because his wife seems to be doing as faithful an impression of a blooming rose as a human being should be capable of.

“Of course,” the lawyer nods, settling back into her usual confidence. “In that case, I think there are two matters to sort out. The real estate, and the commute.”

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“Persephone is having sex in hell. Unlike the rest of us, she doesn’t know what winter is, only that she is what causes it.”

— Louise Glück, “Persephone the Wanderer” from Averno

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Persephone: people think I’m crazy because I talk to flowers.

Persephone: in reality I’m not talking to the flowers at all.

Persephone: Hades likes to visit me on the surface world during the spring.

Persephone: he hides in the shadows of the flowers.

Persephone: isn’t that right husband?

Flower: *sways in the wind*

Persephone: he’s a little nervous.

Persephone: he doesn’t really like people.

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myths series  ♆  Greek mythology

╙  Persephone

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“I trust Persephone’s sinister heart, the exquisite boldness of her mind,”

— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,”

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“What they never tell you is that Persephone, after all, belonged there. She became her own underworld. She married the shadows and found peace. The darkness she carried inside of her was worthy of the underworld’s sweet extremities.”

— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,”

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“Persephone’s beauty was barbarous, it resembled flaming crimson roses.”

— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,”

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Isn't it interesting that our blogs are about the same theme but still so radically different? I think it's neat!

I do actually love how many different ways there are to look at Persephone and I adore that everyone can relate to her

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