Semi Selective and Private Independent Blog for the Greek Goddess Persephone, Daughter of Demeter and Zeus, former Queen of the Underworld.
FC: Holland Roden
Tracks: verregina
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I’m relaunching this blog soon, just going to archive it and move. I wasn’t going to before but… this is really hard so… NEW START OK. Peace out homies.
[text]: Well, we are all aware Hera will one day snap, murder Zeus and initiate an Amazonian-style global order. Some time in the next millennium, I’d wager.
[text]: I’m sure Aphrodite could be cajoled into running a re-education camp when that occurs.
[text]: Most likely with live demonstrations, if Ares catches wind of it.
[text]: It depends on her mood and mother’s I’d wager. [text]: .. I’d sure hope not, she’d spoil the lot before any other woman could get a grasp… [text]: True enough, if he could amange it.
[text]: And so few are capable of that feat. Tis a sad time to be alive. [text]: Can’t we revive some of the better ones?
[text]: if only my darling. If only… [text]: It is a lonely time we live in now… just… they believe that a woman need not be worshiped in the bedroom. [text]: it’s a shame when that is all any woman or goddess really wants.
That was something Leo knew well, probably too well for someone his age. “Yeah, heartache. But I don’t wanna talk about it,” talking about it would just be detrimental for both of them – and neither of them needed this reunion to be tainted in such a way.
“It gets better,” she told him, rubbing his cheek with her hand. “With time..”
“As if I could.” Hekate drawled with a good-natured chiding, opening her arms in invitation. “What brings you so far from home, hmm?”
She walked into them instantly, no holding back as her slender arms caught the Titaness. Oh she had missed Hekate. “I missed you. More than you could ever know… how are you darling? You look so happy?”
I’m probably not going to want to RP with you (especially not shippy stuff) if you actually hate/rag on my character to me/on the dash. You don’t have to love them like I love them. But you need to respect that I love them.
