in this thread lives persephone the goddessshe does whatever. local gpu
can she make me a 'real man'.
>>952907797yes
ur lyin
how real should she be is the question, then
i dont really care about her beyond what she can do to make me a 'real man'if she cant do that then ill be movin on
persephone does whatever. she's just here for the vibe. it's just another day for her
same
>>952907797Are you Pinocchio or what?
gazing out blankly at the shore of the aegean sea. she had just betrayed her uncle for the first time. the weight. finally setting in
>>952907740Gliding through the still air, he made no sound;Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet,And searched the ghostly regiments and foundThe living eyes, the tremor of breath, the beatOf blood in all that bodiless underground.She left her majesty; she loosed the zoneOf darkness and put by the rod of dread.Standing, she turned her back upon the throneWhere, well she knew, the Ruler of the Dead,Lord of her body and being, sat like stone;Stared with his ravenous eyes to see her shakeThe midnight drifting from her loosened hair,The girl once more in all her actions wake,The blush of colour in her cheeks appearLost with her flowers that day beside the lake.The summer flowers scattering, the shout,The black manes plunging down to the black pit —Memory or dream? She stood awhile in doubt,Then touched the Traveller God's brown arm and metHis cool, bright glance and heard his words ring out:"Queen of the Dead and Mistress of the Year!"— His voice was the ripe ripple of the corn;The touch of dew, the rush of morning air —"Remember now the world where you were born;The month of your return at last is here."And still she did not speak, but turned againLooking for answer, for anger, for command:The eyes of Dis were shut upon their pain;Calm as his marble brow, the marble handSlept on his knee. Insuperable disdainForeknowing all bounds of passion, of power, of art,Mastered but could not mask his deep despair.Even as she turned with Hermes to depart,Looking her last on her grim ravisherFor the first time she loved him from her heart.
>>952908333sick. i'll get to this one.this image: "just another day in paradise, i suppose"
,she said, deadpan
>>952908333"oh no, you feel cold today", he whispers.the aching ghouls and their whispers silently filling her head. she is unable to dream
a glance downwards towards oblivion.the souls of the damned
every moment. is a moment she can feel closer to death. never quite reaching it. just a taste. blocked by unsovereign immortality
"perhaps... i'll let one of these snakes drift inside me, today"
this tendon, it feels funny. she whispersi wish he didnt have to heal me
gobble gobble >>952908680
peculiar business. not trying to piss you about but Persephone only spends the winter (a quarter of the year) in Hades and she's released at the commencement of spring
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>>952908910You're absolutely right! (good prompt idea, actually)
"fuck, i hate this time of year"
>>952908255tryin to become my self.
if only life were not so bipolar, she says. as she sits quietly atop her rest in the dream. it will be the last one she has. or.. has she been sleeping all this time, she wondered
>>952909079waking up, be like
caretaking for him, with all his mixed maidens he brings from the deep, every day is duty
>>952909363
sometimes, she even sees a variant of herself
she brought them there, with her succulent draining kiss. partially for the bidding, partially so she could have someone to share the pain
the world was a lot cruler before i came along, she said, as she took her last landing that evening.
what a time to be alive, or, i guess a dread queen wraith
>>952907904you can be a real man. you just have to go to hell and bring her back.
