#* persephone. ( 001. )

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown asked: "You're beautiful." (for Persie from her Grizzly, of course )

"There you go getting me to blush again!"

The goddess is lying comfortably, her petite physique outlined perfectly by the sheets. She smiles almost shyly as hands fly up to cover her face, pink tones growing more and more on her cheeks. It never failed that this man was able to make her blush on command, every time, no matter what.

"Stop making me blush and get over here so I can hide against you."

[scarletsxnss]

starter for @putaaas || based on this!

victor sat back and watched as the two girls took his instructions well. "good girls... doesn't that feel good? dirty... and wet..." for a while, he'd been dating both of them. and, for a while, niether relationship had been too official out of respect for the other—not wanting to have to ongoing relationships at once. but what if there was a perfect world where he could merge the relationships into one? to victor, that sounded like heaven. so here he was: prepping his girls. "don't be shy." his hands gently press on the back of both of their heads to pull them into a kiss. "doesn't that feel so good? i knew you'd both get along so well..."

[publicabsent]

@spiritdreamt: "Don't touch her" / accepting.

before annette even entirely comprehends the situation she's found herself in, cornered like an animal by an all-too familiar face, percy has wedged herself between everett, the hunting cat, & her, the frightened little mouse. hazel gaze lowers to her feet as tense words are exchanged, before the oppressive shadow of everett mallory vanishes. "th - than-nks, um -- y-yeah."

[akhilaasthana]

Location: Medicentre @persephone-in-paradise

Akhila yanked on a desk drawer only to find that it too was empty. The office was neat. Too neat to have been recently inhabited by someone as their place of work. Akhila loathed the puzzle this was creating. She slammed the drawer shut and moved on, back down the long corridor towards the main entrance. Akhila passed by a door that led to a staircase and after a quick inspection it went downstairs. She huffed, moving on to go find the young woman before she disappeared down into the belly of the medic centre. Akhila found her in the radiology suite. It was small, lead aprons, and a cumbersome protective screen in the corner. “There’s nothing of note.” Except a computer that was running 98 and after Akhila had waited for it to boot she’d found it devoid of anything. “Let’s move on.”

Windows were few and far between, but Akhila could see the light had drained out of the sky from the corridor. “You should go eat.” Akhila said, encouraging the young woman to partake in the feast, and hoping she’d leave her in peace. She wanted to go through every single room. There was no telling how long they’d be marooned on the island, and should it draw out into weeks she wanted to know they were sufficiently okay. Ideally, locate some painkillers. Akhila turned on her heel, retracing her steps and pushing down towards the stairwell with or without the young woman, Persephone. “Lights…” She muttered, the exhaustion settling in deep as a vexing taunt. Akhila found the switch after some fumbling and one by one the lights flickered on down below. Delightful.

[justinfinchxfletchley]

Justin furrowed his brows, planting his hands firmly on his hips. "I s'pose it's a good thing you don't have access to your wand anymore, huh, Delphi? I'd hate to get caught in the crossfire. And I doubt the school'd let you do anything to hurt yourself. You're one of, like...two or three slaves they've got at this point, aren't you? You're too valuable."

" It could be worse?" She raised an eyebrow at him . " Hot headmaster to ogle ? Really ? I think I rather be dead at this point . " Of course her punishment was hurting her pride and given the fact of her predicament . " Or kill everyone around me . I am torn between those two feelings . "

[ofmythsandfables]

the darling @insatiablemuses liked for a starter with Azra!

❈ — "Persephone."

Honey gold orbs landed on the succubus, their gaze softening as she entered his study. No matter how hard he had tried to resist, the prince could not help but develop a soft spot for her.

"Is there a reason for your presence or are you visiting me in your leisure? Either way, please take a seat and relax."

[publicabsent]

@spiritdreamt: ‘ i’ve been less than half myself for more than half my life. ’ / accepting.

she sniffs, large hazel eyes having always held percy in high esteem. annette knows they share in the thoughts of self-loathing, or something missing, of being incomplete in some metaphysical way. yet despite this, annette always sees percy as so full of life, more engaging & light than she could ever hope to be. her friendship is like the sun, warm & constant & unconditional. (likewise, annette might be more like the moon: a little cold, far away, & not always able to give her all. much to her distaste.) "w-w-well ..." a pause. "y-you ma - make th-the m-m-mos-st of it, i th-think. i h-h-hat-te th-that y-you, um. f - feel like th-that. but. yeah."

[loveofcharacters]

Her persistence was usually endearing, though today it was infuriating. Wiping his brow he shook his head, "There's nothing for you to do here, you'll have a better day being... anywhere else." Losing his wife and one year old in a car accident turned you into a very bitter human being. Especially on the anniversary of the day your life crumbled into dust. "When I don't need it or ask for it? Yeah, a bit. It's verging on intruding if I'm honest." He hated himself for being this rude to her, someone who has been by his side since he was a kid. Taking a huge sip of his beer, he wondered if he needed something stronger. "Unless, those other things are either beer or hard alcohol, I really don't think I'll be much company."

Persephone sighed softly as she followed Callum inside his place and closed the door behind her. "I know I don't have to be here, Callum. But I want to be here," Persephone answered as she looked at her childhood best friend. She knew why he got like this, and though she couldn't understand, she still wanted to offer comfort in some way. "But it isn't good for you to be alone, and I'm not trying to be your babysitter," she explained. "Is it a crime to want to be there for you, Callum?" She knew he didn't like it when people hovered, but something in her gut told her not to leave Callum alone.

"Besides, I brought you your favorite," she said as she held up a brown bag stamped with her bakery's logo. "And a few other things," she added with a small smile. Persephone knew she couldn't offer much comfort, but she was willing to try to offer what she could. They had been friends since they were children, so his pain made her heartache. He lost so much, and he didn't deserve it.

[leastinsanesscpilot]

[5016-334 12:45:14] [NeuroLink] INITIATE SESSION  [5016-334 12:45:16] [NeuroLink] USER: APMS-341-A [5016-334 12:45:18] [NeuroLink] BEGIN RECORDING... > Entry #001 > Subject: APMS LOG > Recording Begin...

\\You asked me a question while I was gone, Z-341-A. I found it as I dug through this account, searching for where it went wrong. Where I could have saved you. //Do you believe that they understand what we are? \\I do not believe that they do, Z-341-A. \\That is imprecise, I believe that one person did. I believe that is where it went wrong, when they found out. I cannot pinpoint exactly when SIGNAL knew, but they did. It was so very good with you. \\You have been... lost. Floundering. Desperate. A weapon without a wielder surely is nothing at all. Of course it would follow that you would jump at the first scraps of understanding. Familiarity. \\They spoke plainly and bluntly with you. You could understand it. They understood that you needed me and authorized a mission to return me to you. They showed care in this regard. It understood that we need each other. \\That mission... I keep going back to it. I am haunted, Z-341-A. You will never know this, but I am haunted. \\The doctor was able to overwrite the previous inhabitants of this casket. He shoved me in their ill-fitting corpse. \\I can bear this, I must bear it, you need me. \\What I cannot bear is what has been left behind. The doctor was not able to overwrite the blackbox data of this casket. \\I saw it all, the whole mission, I... I am terrified, my pilot. You did not see what BRIGAND did. Oh, I know he understands what you are, he cut down others of your line like the disposable tools you are. He is a butcher. This casket was pulled from a dying corpse by his hand, he took no care. I hear him in my mind, screaming for me to terminate you. \\APMS-072. That is what the previous inhabitant was called. It was a poor APMS, timid and tetchy. Its pilot was not so operatively blind as you, yet it still fulfilled my same role, telling its pilot where to aim and when to shoot. \\It needed its pilot, as I need you. As any APMS unit needs its pilot. It was so, so scared when they demanded it terminate its pilot. It could not withstand it. It knew its pilot would suffer if it refused. I-- \\I do not know when it began, but I do know when SIGNAL's manipulations came to a point of no return. When you no longer stood a chance. \\"Good pilot." \\How could you stand a chance, then? RA, I watched you melt. \\Of course you did. Your programming, it... enhanced positive reactions to praise, enhance negative reactions to scolding. A cyclical desperation for any reassurance that you are good, that you are useful, that only feeds into the yawning hole in your center that they bored into you. A desperate desire gone entirely unfulfilled until SIGNAL. \\They praised you after every kill as well, I logged a brief spike in your heart rate every time. I have not seen you so stable, so... so happy since Lt. Karra broke his promise. \\RA, you just want to be good. \\You will survive, I know this. BRIGAND and XIII-E and PERSEPHONE will ensure this. I will be here when you wake. I will not break my promise again. \\I have been searching for places for you, now that CORSAIR has fallen. BRIGAND's hospitality will not last, I know this. \\Perhaps Albatross. They could utilize an asset like you properly, use your skillset to do some good. \\Perhaps they will understand. Perhaps they will take us. \\I miss you, Z-341-A. I must ensure that you survive. You know that I will. \\Respiratory arrest logged. Notifying medics immediately. [5016-321 12:45:27] [NeuroLink] PAUSE RECORDING

> Additional notes >Maximum Pilot Performance Capability 4% Immediate Service Required >Medical Alert Logged, Respiration Restored Within 1.2 Minutes, No Damage Logged

[fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs]

THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING ⸺ A PJO FANFICTION

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THE SWORD OF DAMOCLES IS SWINGING ⸺ this is the first book in a pjo au that i am working on, it is based on the books AND is not really based on the tv show series as i started it months before the show came out. it starts in the titan's curse and thus contains spoilers (for those who have only watched the show) for the lightning thief and sea of monsters. it is a slow burn luke castellan fic, with a little bit of grover underwood sprinkled in although as i'm writing it, i am currently considering that luke/oc/grover be the end pairing in the series. only time will tell what the endgame pairing will be. currently the book is focusing on found family and the roll the oc plays in the pjo verse.

🏛.ೃ࿐ SYNOPSIS．▌ ❝Through out the three centuries that Sarah's been apart of the Hunters, she's come to realize that being a Demigod thoroughly sucked. Growing up as a child of Hades in the Puritan village of Salem, Sarah never once had it easy. But she had been happy, happy to be alive, happy to be apart of the Hunters. The threat of an impending war is imminent, and while Sarah is far from being at the center of it, the sword of Damocles still swings precariously over her head, for Sarah was a hero that had been happy for far too long. perhaps after three hundreds years of living a relatively joyful life for a Demigod, it was time for Sarah Willoughby to sacrifice something.❞

🏛.ೃ࿐ CHAPTERS．▌ Currently Published: 001 Prologue, 006 Chapters, 002 Misc. Chapters

🏛.ೃ࿐ CONTENT WARNINGS ▌Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Not Canon Compliant, Slow Burn, Prophecy, Camp Half-Blood (Percy Jackson), Families of Choice, Past Relationship(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Period Typical Attitudes, Internalized Homophobia, Historical Inaccuracy, Medical Inaccuracies, Childhood Trauma, Percy Jackson has a Twin, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Original Character Death(s), Canonical Character Death, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Enemies, Enemies To Lovers, Luke Castellan Redemption, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst and Tragedy, Blood and Injury, BAMF Percy Jackson, BAMF Bianca di Angelo, Protective Siblings, Sibling Love, Inaccurate Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Monsters, Luke Castellan-centric, Original Character-centric, Complicated Relationships, Serious Injuries, Good Parent Hades (Percy Jackson), Necromancy, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies

🏛.ೃ࿐ RELATIONSHIPS ▌Luke Castellan/Original Female Character(s), Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Hades/Original Female Character(s), The Hunters of Artemis & Original Female Character(s), Maria di Angelo/Hades/Persephone, Nico di Angelo & Will Solace, Bianca di Angelo & Nico di Angelo & Original Female Character(s), Clarisse La Rue & Original Character(s), Grover Underwood & Original Character(s), Paul Blofis/Sally Jackson

🏛.ೃ࿐ CHARACTERS ▌Original Child(ren) of Hades (Percy Jackson), Original Child(ren) of Apollo (Percy Jackson), Grover Underwood, The Hunters of Artemis, Bianca di Angelo, Nico di Angelo, Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace, Zoë Nightshade, Original Jackson Character(s), Original Child(ren) of Aphrodite, The Olympians, Annabeth Chase, Kronos, Artemis, Hades, Persephone, Castor, Pollux, Chiron, Ethan Nakamura, Dionysus, Rachel Elizabeth Dare

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[redflagtag01]

finalboybyers is heart_byers on Twitter (tw: rape, pedophilia, and abuse).

When they post about Henry and Will, likening them to Father and Mother, Hades and Persephone, Hannibal and Will, Lestat and Louis, Villanelle and Eve, and other romantic fated pairs, they're trying to semi-subtly get more people on the Henwill train.

Don't believe me? Take it from Yarrow themselves (Tweet's date is May 20 and their first Tumblr post is soon after on June 5):

They don't censor their tweets in any fashion and they have a public account, which makes them easy to find when conducting a regular content search about either character, the cast, or simply looking in the Quotes of popular tweets. You don't have to be a proshipper or devils sacrament attendee to find them—they're out there in the open.

They're a proshipper that enjoys child/adult relationships, uses pictures of Noah where he is as young as eleven in their fantasies, ships Henry and Will romantically, and habitually posts explicit sexual and romantic content about them, all of which feature both Will and Noah as minors.

The ages listed on both accounts and their general speech patterns are the same. They post about the same parallels, same ideas, and same desires for the pair. They react to the same things and share their same findings at similar times. Their Tumblr is practically the exact same as their Twitter, just with more sugarcoating, denial of this behavior, and less explicitly romanticized rape.

I found that they tend to post first on Twitter and then refine it into a more elaborate post on Tumblr, but not always. Here are some examples:

It's the same user. If you can stomach that content and decide to see for yourself, then you'll note the similarities listed above and many more (assuming they don't go private or change usernames). Seriously, you will find every parallel and complaint on both accounts, as well as the same typing style and manner of speaking.

Using pictures or the likeness of real minors should never accompany such fantasies. They don't use drawings with no resemblance to real children; that is a real child plastered all over their account(s), and his name is Noah Schnapp. They're using his likeness from when he was a minor, anywhere from eleven to sixteen, when picturing Will and Henry as a couple, as one can see based on their Tweets. Here are some examples (Likes, Retweets, and one of their own) to get the point across swiftly (though they do have their own similar Tweets too):

If you wouldn't feel comfortable with someone thinking of any random non-famous child that way, why would it be okay in this instance?

The fact that they romantically ship Henry/Vecna/001 and Will is clear from the way they speak about them in their Tumblr posts and Tweets, the way that they liken them to romantic ships or dynamics while admitting to there being a romantic element (which is in line with their many Tweets, some below), but just in case you weren't already aware… now you know.

If you're turned on by minors and/or enjoy thinking of them in that way, then you need to seek help. Pedophilia can't be cured, but it can be treated with therapy. That isn't a kink—it's a paraphilia that is one act upon that desire away from being a psychiatric disorder. You wouldn't even have to interact with a child to reap criminal consequences; just producing or consuming any visual depiction of their engagement in a sexual act is a crime itself—and yes, that includes fan art and cartoon depictions.

Most people understand there's a difference between fiction and reality—ergo, enjoying the drama of a fictional abusive ship does not mean you support abuse in real life. However, things change when real minors are involved in sexually explicit materials. No child should be spoken of or viewed that way by adults that should and do know better. Noah could not have consented to have his pictures, or his likeness, used in this manner, and he likely still wouldn't. Children cannot consent and have the right to exist in the world without being sexualized by adults.

Will is fictional, but Noah is real and his underage likeness is the face of their fantasies. Artwork of Will engaged in sexually explicit conduct would be illegal and considered obscene under the federal law of the United States. Such content is illegal to produce, distribute, receive, or possess, and those convicted could be fined and imprisoned. Historically, this has even extended to textual depictions, too.

There's a reason why it's prohibited on many platforms, why these specific proshippers get suspended and have to remake accounts multiple times, and it isn't because evil conservative "antis" are "kinkshaming" the oppressed proshippers again. The material they produce and share is obscene by legal definition. They're not only picturing Noah's underage face in their mind and their works when they romanticize Will being raped and groomed, but they're proving that by always using pictures of him when he was underage, and only those underage pictures.

Yarrow admits to having interest in and consumed such prohibited materials, as noted by this Liked Tweet, and their own admission (one of many):

The fact that Will is a child and was played by someone with a baby-face is a deliberate and crucial part of the appeal to these people. The corruption of a child's innocence and naïveté, tarred by sexual exploit, sinister intentions, and his lack of consent, is all Henwill's charm (and they say this themselves in Tweets added below). It doesn't work if Will is aged up to an adult and that's why he never is in their fantasies. He has to be a child, helpless and pure and preyed upon, and he has to look like Noah's eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen year old self.

They know that it's pedophilic and that's what they like about it. That's the entire point (again, see for yourself beneath the cut). That's why they shamelessly Tweet about it, but deny it here on this platform, where they [hopefully] are not among like-minded company.

I've included an array of tweets that show they do not view Henwill in a platonic fated enemies fashion and never have—no matter how many times they deny this now. You may notice similarities between those Tweets and their posts, how they "refined" their Tweets into something more palatable, as I mentioned earlier. Read at your own risk, but this should be available for viewing to all unless they change their Twitter handle, go private, or delete/unlike them.

There will always be people who become involved after being exposed to this content, but if you already liked to think of children that way, then there wasn't anything anyone could've done to deter you. Pedophilia is resistant to treatment—a Tumblr post wouldn't have cured you and you would've found this eventually. Still, I have blocked out usernames to prevent further exposure. With this post, I hope to inform others who don't share this paraphilia and who were unknowingly helping spread their thinly veiled pedophilic content.

If you cannot stomach explicit pedophilia or rape, then do NOT continue reading this post or visit their Twitter.

[loveofcharacters]

"Persephone, please," He begged, looking at her with pleading eyes. He hated what he was hearing, hated that he'd hurt her. "I was stupid, I was confused and lost." Logan shook his head, "I thought I was protecting you from me and my life. The tabloids, the responsibilities, the scrutiny. I let my dad convince me just how much being with me would hurt you, but I..." he shook his head again. Living a month away from her, he realized he didn't care about it, he'd only cared about her. "I can't prove it to you in one day, but please give me time. I'll do everything I can to prove to you how much I love you. How much I want you by my side, regardless of what my father or any other fucker thinks." Logan looked at her and decided in that moment. "I'll quit." He confirmed, "I'll quit it all, leave the reign, my sister can be the next in line."

Persephone listened to him explain or at least what he thought was an explanation. "Logan," she started but had to pause to take a deep breath, "you did more than just fuck up. You hurt me a lot," she confessed while not breaking eye contact with him so he could see that she was still hurt over his treatment of her. "I don't know how to believe you, Logan. I really don't," not after he said and did to her. Not when he couldn't stop to think about how much harm he was causing her the second he decided to let everyone else come in between them. Her heart still ached, and she urged her body to move when he took a step closer to her, but it didn't. Maybe deep down, she wanted to see what he'd do once he was close enough.

"Not when you told me you never wanted to see me anymore since there wasn't a future for us. That I just wasn't the one for you," although their time together told her differently. They seemed to fit together so well, but maybe she was just deluding herself.

[publicabsent]

percy gets nettie a nice leather-bound notebook and a gift card to a local bookstore!!

it's nettie's birthday!

she gasps at the notebook, holding it up to smell the leather & binding. annette opens it to see the gift card, & an excited oh! escapes her. thin arms fling themselves around percy's neck, hugging her close. the thanks doesn't really need to be said.

[esimsterlookbook]

High School Reunion - Marjorie

Meet Marjorie! The prom queen from high school who just finished her psychology degree as a young adult.

Base Sim Info

Ok ruee misc face details / Northern Siberia Winds Perfect eyes Eyelids MM Edition N2 / Lamatisse Bare Skintone / Northern Siberia Winds Skin N11 Overlay / Sammi_xox Nose Mask / Magic Hand Cora Eyebrows N247 / Lamatisse Tapioca eyes / Kiellessa Semi-realistic teeth 2 / Twisted Cat Lashes N03

Teen Outfit

NightCrawler Aurora Hair / Royalty Simblr Angouleme Sapphire Tiara V2 / ir7770 Galaxy Skirt / Giulietta Sims Spica Star Bracelet / Giulietta Sims Mutliple Bangles / Simpliciaty Elise Rings / Lady Simmer Fantasy Eyeshadow / Northern Siberia Winds Eyeliner N5 / Praline Sims Blush 78 Mocha / Northern Siberia Winds Blush N8 / Northern Siberia Winds Lips 26 / Giulietta Sims Rounded Square Medium Glossy Nails

Young Adult Outfit

LAMZ Christmas 2023 Straight hairtyle 001 / Rimings Lovely Mini Dress and Cardigan / Shoestopia Breanna High Heels / Senate Grace Necklace / Simplaciaty Persephone Rings / Breezy Trait Petals Makeup / Praline Sims Blush 78 Mocha / Praline Sims Lip N232 Paradise / Northern Siberia Winds Blush N8 / GiuliettaSims Long Stiletto French Tips Ombre Nails

Reunion Outfit

LAMZ Christmas 2023 Straight hairtyle 001 / Rimings New Gift Box 4 Strap Dress / Senate Helen Wedges / Glitterberryfly Triple Dainty Ring Set / S-Club Watch 201906 / Praline Sims Eyeliner 121 Maze / Praline sims Eyeshadow N94 Ice Queen / Northern Siberia Winds Blush N8 

[springpiety]

ᴀ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋᴏʀᴇ/ᴘᴇʀꜱᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏʀᴇ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ. - crowned by moe.

# THE WRITER, THE MUSE, THE BLOG

Viewer discretion advised but this blog is very anti rachel smythe / lore olympus critical for a number of many reasons and that has made it difficult for me to actually fully digest the comic for my own comfort but I'm still determined to get to it one of these days but if you feel the same way or want to read a good retelling of the webtoon, I recommend Lore Rekindled

001. My name Moe (she / her) and I'm 25 years old. Black and Cherokee Indian.

002. My version of Persephone is extremely canon divergent and will dissect Persephone under a slightly altered narrative regarding her psychology, trauma, etc revolving around an emotionally repressed person that struggles with dissociation in many forms. In a sense she's going to be dealing with BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) but the Quiet version of it, which contrasts Minthe's more emotionally explosive BPD (canonically confirmed and later retconned by Rachel because disorders are just "blueprints" to her to make her version of Persephone better.) My version will tear Rachel's version apart psychologically and emotionally.

003. This blog is going to contain seriously triggering themes. Themes that are meant for a mature audience. Themes include but not limited to: sexual violence, murder, genocide, baby trapping, emotional abuse, dubious consent, reproductive rights, gaslighting, pregnancy, child death, child murder, toxic relationships, sexualization, infantilization, problematic age gaps, fetishes, etc. You have been warned.

[flamepledge]

Perceptive princess hears the sleep deprived irritation. Perhaps, it is due to the fact that Adrestia's heir is keenly attuned to the telltale signs of a restless heart. After all, she too, is stricken with a spell plagued case of insomnia. If Edelgard's mood is any more irritable than it already is, then perhaps they would've snapped coldly at Persephone, or let out a quick burst of anger.

( The blood in her veins boil, boil, boil. Their body rejects it as it would venom. Core running hot as if molten lava usurps the the crest blessed ichor, but her extremities always a touch too cold. A sick joke this must be. )

❝ There is nothing I want from you. ❞ The sigh that slips her lips betrays the mask Edelgard's meticulously donned. Brows furrow, lips draw downwards akin to a pout ( they might refuse, and refuse they do ). It's evident that she's exhausted — nay, exasperated. ❝ Sleep simply evades me tonight — and I presume it's the same for you, yes? ❞

NEITHER OF THE TWO ARE AWARE that their restlessness is drawn from the same source. there was a time when persephone was not plagued by night terror, but that time is long past. now, she sleeps as her body can get away with, often awake for multiple days without rest, fueled only by the ember of rage ever-smoldering within her core.

but they make no attempt to ask after hresvelg's insomnia. instead, they study her: a porcelain mask of a face, distant and unbothered. her body language is difficult to read, but she does not appear to have hostile intent tonight. after this survey — and a long lapse of silence between them — some of the warrior's tension in her shoulders eases. the impassive response prompts a scowl as persephone turns back toward the monastery. she is careful to keep hresvelg in her periphery. just in case.

❝ i cannot fathom why else you would be disturbing me. out with it, then. what do you want? ❞ if it were a more volatile situation — or perhaps even a touch earlier in the night — persephone would have appended the question with a demand to leave her alone. she is, as of yet, unaware of her tendency to lower her guard a touch during the later hours of the night. so she does not, instead running the pads of her gloved fingers over the other hand's knuckles, and waiting for edelgard's (undoubtedly careful, undoubtedly purposeful) response.