Grace-Julia

Persephone sighed and rolled over, loving the feeling of the plush mattress beneath her. Despite a lingering twinge of annoyance, the transition to a new bedroom had been more or less painless. Complying with her wishes, Hades had shown her to the door of her new bedroom, bowed, and left her to her own devices. She had opted to sleep. Immediately. The dream had not been free of nightmares, but the comfortableness of the bed and the soft light made them easier to bear upon waking.  Sunlight, or what counted for sunlight down here, streamed through the tall windows. Her gauzy bed curtains rustled softly in the breeze of the open windows. The

Slamming the door to her now bed-less medical room, Persephone tore off the red dress and threw it on the stone floor. It was a lie. Everything here was a lie. The pretty words, the butterflies in her stomach, all of it was a trick to try and keep her from running. She was more convinced than ever that she had to escape. Olympic law be damned. Shoving her limbs into her own ratty dress, she stomped out of the room and down the hallway to the new room where Hades had moved all her things. It was light and airy, and, to her annoyance, she liked it immensely. Grabbing the blanket from the bed, she stomped out of that room and began to walk w

Kore woke to the sound of a door shutting softly. She lifted her head to stare at the retreating figure of Hades leaving the room, his cloak billowing out behind him. Dazed, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. How long had she been out? She looked towards the windows, but the drapes were drawn. All around her, the silk sheets were pulled into a little nest. With a little jolt of surprise, she realized that he had tucked her in. She shifted, trying to feel if he had touched her in anyway. Nothing hurt. How did one know these things? Demeter had always said that good girls didn't have sex, but she had never gone into any further d

Persephone stared at him, imagining that the force of her gaze could pierce holes in his skull as he read his book. He was handsome, she supposed. Dark hair, graphite eyes, a defined jaw, and the faint edge of a five o'clock shadow, it was undeniable that he had bad-boy good looks. All very nice to look at, if one was into that sort of thing. Her quickening heart-rate reminded her that, yes, she was into that sort of thing. His sort of thing. Very much. But, still. Even good looks, staggering wealth, and apparently endless patience (just how long was he going to stare at that ledger?) were small compensations in exchange for a lifetime u

“Hades...” her voice was tentative as she poked her head through the door, seeking entrance. Hades looked up from his favorite chair, the book he was engrossed in still propped up on his knee. Of all the people in the Underworld, Persephone was the only one allowed to disturb him while reading. But it was late, and he was surprised to see her up. “Ah, hello Persephone,” he said, smiling, “Come in and sit with me.” She trotted in and sat down in her favorite chair, the one he kept close to the fire because she was always cold. Hades was tired from hours of paperwork, and he'd missed her these last few da

"Persephone, don't get mad!" Hades rubbed his tired eyes as he sat up resentfully in the large bed he shared with his wife. It was midnight, and the King of the Underworld was not prepared to have a fight with his wife. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he'd gone and upset her. He knew he was never going to hear the end of this. "I am mad! I am really, really mad!" She snapped, throwing the covers away from her body and standing up, apparently to yell at him at a greater height. "Gods, Hades, I swear that sometimes you're more insensitive than Cerberus. How could you say that about my mother?" She was distractingly tempting in her silk