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[eleusive]

Release me. Whispersmith-creature, mortal, I hold your heartbeat and your breath in my hands. I hold you, and I will crush you...

Release me, or else.

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[goldcrowned]

[Oh no. This doesn't sound very promising.]

Why would you crush her, dear?

[eleusive]

She holds me. Her palms are too smooth.

[goldcrowned]

She holds you with smooth palms, but does she cradle you, Persephone? Are you being treated with disrespect?

[eleusive]

All respect is disrespect.

[ Something she has learned from her husband, who treats her like a lady, at arm's length, when he is angry, and is rough with her when he is pleased. ]

[goldcrowned]

[Oh, at least she still has her husband...the only nephew-brother that has ever treated any of Phoebe's children well. She has a soft spot for Hades.]

Why would you say such a thing? That certainly cannot be true.

[eleusive]

It is... wings may be cold enough to burn, but I only touch when I've been good.

[goldcrowned]

[She purses her lips before, quietly, asking:]

Has Hades been treating you unfairly?

[eleusive]

His name is Lucifer now.

[goldcrowned]

[Whoa whoa, oh no. No no.]

You left Hades?

[eleusive]

They are the same, and they weren't before. Hades blew away like sand in wind and left Lucifer behind.

[goldcrowned]

[It's a moment before she sighs, running some fingers absently through long, blonde hair.]

I see. And, if I may, you seem to be faring poorly, dear one. Is there anything I can do?

[eleusive]

He loves me.

[ There is cold pride in that. He is as helpless to her now as she is to him. She learned not to be innocent; he learned to lick her feet and kneel. ]

[goldcrowned]

[Shh, Persephone, Phoebe may be Greek but she is a bit old-fashioned.

Older-fashioned.]

And you him?

[eleusive]

When he worships me.

[ Then she's... less unhappy. ]