therkalexander:
Hades breathed out as the chaos and confusion...
Hades breathed out as the chaos and confusion that had plagued him since he awoke was given shape and form. Feelings gained sigils and signifiers through her intervention. Need. Purpose. Longing. Desire. Rapture. Lust.
“Love,” the voice of the Maiden said.
“I never thought that word.”
“You didn’t have to,” the three voices answered.
Hecate watched the maelstrom of thoughts flash through his mind. The past. The feel of Persephone’s soft skin, the press of her naked flesh, their mutual need. Hands running through hair, lifting, entangling. The present. Cypress and wind; fire and union in the void.
The future. Red flowers clinging to a tree that rose from the field of gray, branches twining through others’ branches. Red, ripe fruit hung on interlocked boughs. Radiating out from the tree came soft grasses and flowers that spread over immeasurable ground. Hecate imparted in three voices what she saw. “Embrace and cherish these visions, Aidoneus. They belong to both of you.”
