[ the story of hades and persephone had been among one of his favourites, from heracles to even theseus and ariadne, but it takes all his own self-control to not go on and on about it. he'd spent years thinking about it, hearing different versions, talking to his mom about how hades couldn't have been like zeus, wanting a wife who was only pretty. it's tempting to tell raven what he thinks. it's tempting to become that person he'd been, even as a kid, before o had been born and even after. but he stops himself. ]
[ he finds himself caught thinking that maybe he'd told raven the story about cerberus and heracles because persephone had reminded him of her. he'd given clarke the elephant toy as the animal had reminded him of her, just as bastet had been a name he'd given raven's cat when he could've named her whiskers instead. he finds himself thinking too much of his own motivations, something the ground back in their home had stripped of him. ]
[ he makes it a point to act as the ground now, pushing himself from where he stands to flop down on the couch beside her. he shifts until he's sitting comfortably against the cushions, feet planted firmly against her floor. he's left his coffee on the table, thinking nothing of it. he begins to toe his shoes off, an absent thought as bellamy looks to the wall in front of him. ]
Hera's Zeus' wife. He cheats on her all the time. Hades did it once or twice. Minthe either seduced him or was trying to and Persephone decided to have her trampled or turned into one of those mint leaves they sell at the store here. [ he looks at her, cheek pressed against the cushion of the couch. he's too comfortable, too relaxed, very unlike the leader in camp who can never let his hackles remain soothed for a minute. ] He never let his eye wander again. She's fiercer than any of the snakes on Medusa's head.
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[ he finds himself caught thinking that maybe he'd told raven the story about cerberus and heracles because persephone had reminded him of her. he'd given clarke the elephant toy as the animal had reminded him of her, just as bastet had been a name he'd given raven's cat when he could've named her whiskers instead. he finds himself thinking too much of his own motivations, something the ground back in their home had stripped of him. ]
[ he makes it a point to act as the ground now, pushing himself from where he stands to flop down on the couch beside her. he shifts until he's sitting comfortably against the cushions, feet planted firmly against her floor. he's left his coffee on the table, thinking nothing of it. he begins to toe his shoes off, an absent thought as bellamy looks to the wall in front of him. ]
Hera's Zeus' wife. He cheats on her all the time. Hades did it once or twice. Minthe either seduced him or was trying to and Persephone decided to have her trampled or turned into one of those mint leaves they sell at the store here. [ he looks at her, cheek pressed against the cushion of the couch. he's too comfortable, too relaxed, very unlike the leader in camp who can never let his hackles remain soothed for a minute. ] He never let his eye wander again. She's fiercer than any of the snakes on Medusa's head.