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February 2, 2019
wesper:She was a member of the Dregs, an employee of the White...
She was a member of the Dregs, an employee of the White Rose, and occasionally a foolish girl, but before anything else she was a Grisha and a soldier.
February 1, 2019
“If you make me your prisoner, I will spend the rest of my life hating you.”“You already...
“If you make me your prisoner, I will spend the rest of my life hating you.”
“You already do.”
Persephone flinched, finding herself asking a similar question to the one he had earlier. “Do you really believe that?”
Hades offered a small laugh, and then pressed a hot kiss to her mouth, tearing away savagely to reach for her hips and lift her onto the table, knocking the vase of flowers to the floor. He didn’t react as it shattered, he just took her lips again.
His kiss was bruising, and she wondered for a moment if this was the kind of discipline he had in mind. His hands slipped around her back, and he ground his hips against hers. A gutteral sound escaped her mouth. How could he—the God of all dead things—make her feel so alive?
Hades released her lips, smirking, and said, “Well, you would probably enjoy fucking me, but you definitely don’t like me.”
Chapter I - The Narcissus
Going to post another chapter soon! Make sure you’re caught up!
Persephone sat in the sunlight.
She’d chosen her favorite spot at The Coffee House, an outdoor table just out of view of the shop’s window. Shade trees and box gardens teeming with purple aster and pink and white sweet alyssum lined the crowded pedestrian street. A light breeze carried the scent of spring, and the honeyed air was mild. This was her season. She should have felt more relaxed.
But her eyes drifted to a bunch of narcissus flowers that sat in a slender vase on her table. It was a sparse bouquet, and one flower’s petals were crisp and brown, curling like the fingers of a corpse. It was like someone had set flame to it. The narcissus were the flower and symbol of Hades, the God of the Dead. Their sudden appearance in The Coffee House was a public acknowledgement by the owners that they honored the God.
