Post by Hades on Sept 21, 2009 15:11:56 GMT -5
*growl* This chapter was not planned. I only found out about this....oh....last night?! And had to swiftly think up of a solution. Here it is.
Persephone had been packed since two days before and by the morning of the 21st all her bags had been practically already out the door.
Demeter had rushed her off to Mt. Olympus where the gods all bide her goodbye and then Demeter hurried her back down to her cottage. Persephone gathered her staff of nymphs in one of her fieleds and they had all said their teary farewells and melted into their trees and flowers and rivers for a fall hibernation. Persephone was then herded back to her cottage where she was subjected to Demeter's sobbing - although she wasn't paying attention and didn't notce the word 'tommorow' popping up frequently - for about an hour or so. When that was finally over with, Demeter poofed away to take care of some last minutes things and to shut down Persephone's half of her temple (because in the fall only Satanists came to her and Demeter wanted none of that on her premises) and then Persephone had lunch, alone, and enjoying the serenity. Her lunch was, of course, a pomegranate and a salad - the salad was quite colorful because there were certain types of edible flowers scattering in the bowl with the lettuce.
She spent the rest of the day fixing herself and her house up, and then the remaining time was spend wishing for the day to pass quicker. It was past 5:00 when Demeter finally returned and Persephone paused in her pacing and darted up to her mother, annoyed.
"It's about time," the goddess huffed, hands on her slender and black fabric clad hips, "Can we go now?"
Demeter grinned in a nervous way.
Persephone blinked. "....what?" she said hesitantly, suddenly nervous herself, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Demeter laughed now. Her laugh was, like her grin, nervous. "Um, Persephone. Dear. I may have....neglected to tell you--"
"Tell me what?" Persephone said through teeth that were suddenly clenched. Her voice was quiet in a deadly way.
Demeter laughed anxiously again and shifted her position. "Y-you can't go back until tommorow. At 5:18 pm, exactly."
If Persephone had been Hades, her cottage would have been nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes at that point. But she wasn't Hades and so instead of an explosion, Demeter was now subjected to Persephone's just as fiery temper.
"WHAT?!" Persephone shrieked.
"There's an odd number or days in the year, Sephy, sweetheart. The day of the equinox shifts."
"Don't call me Sephy!" she snapped, then turned away from Demeter to smack a hand to her forehead in furious expasperation.
"I have to ask," she said quietly, "Just how long to you think I can stay away from Hades?"
"Surely one more day won't hurt," said Demeter, smiling in a friendly way.
Persephone raised the volume of her voice to a scream. "ONE MORE DAY DOES MATTER! I'VE BEEN WAITING SIX MONTHS TO GO HOME!"
"It's not my fault!" said Demeter shrilly, "Blame Zeus. He should have made the number of the days in the year even instead of odd."
Persephone scowled, her violet eyes shooting daggers into her mother's seemingly innocent blue ones. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. One could picture the storm cloud hovering over her head. It was zapping lightning at whoever dared to look at her funny.
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"IANTHE!" bellowed Persephone in her field. A few nymphs poked out of their trees to see what the commotion was about.
Out of a pretty little cluster of violets Ianthe slid. Ianthe rubbed at her eyes, blinked, and stared up at Persephone. "Is it spring already? Gosh, does time fly."
"I need you to take something to Hades," Persephone's voice was pleading, "It's a last minute something, and it's important. Here..." She turned at her last word and ran back to her cottage. Ianthe followed her absentmindedly.
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"Dad, you're gonna wear a hole in the floor," said Macaria, picking at one of her fingernails anxiously. She had no doubts that if he kept pacing that a hole would indeed appear in the floor, and she was pretty sure there was already the beginning of a rut in the path he had been walking.
Hades scowled at her and then resumed pacing. Pain and Panic in the corner tilted their heads silmultanously. Macaria continued to pick at her fingernails.
"Maybe Demeter finally snapped and murdered her," Macaria offered.
Hades nearly detonated. He whirled around and glared at her, orange. "Not funny," Hades growled.
Maci shrugged. She wasn't going to lie, she was getting nervous too. Persephone should have been here an hour ago, and Persephone wouldn't be late. No. Not for this. All three of them had been waiting for six months. She wouldn't dawdle.
Hades turned for another cycle.
That was when ianthe came running in through the door. She screeched to a stop breathlessly, thrust a scroll in Hades' bewildered and flaming hands (it blackened at the edges), gasped out, "I have to go back now. See you next year!" and dashed away.
Hades quickly unrolled the scroll and read it swiftly, Macaria leaning over his shoulder to see. Her handwriting was awful and scribbled like she had been rushing, but it was still legible.
I know you must be in pieces wondering what the hell happened to me.
Well, apparently since the days of the year are an odd number, the day of the equinox shifts. This year, it's on September 22, at exactly 5:18 pm.
I was real thrilled when I found out, and I bet you are too, now. Feel free to destroy this scroll to burn off rage. I won't mind. Half of my house is in ruins as it is.
This kind of throws off our countdown, too. One day left now.
Half today, then half tommorow, ya know? Roughly. Whatever.
I'll see you tommorow, I promise. If she won't take me, then I'll walk down there myself.
Hades fumed silently and Macaria backed up instincively. The scroll disintegrated in Hades' hands and he went to go sulk on his throne.
Stupid Demeter. Stupid odd days of the year.
Demeter had rushed her off to Mt. Olympus where the gods all bide her goodbye and then Demeter hurried her back down to her cottage. Persephone gathered her staff of nymphs in one of her fieleds and they had all said their teary farewells and melted into their trees and flowers and rivers for a fall hibernation. Persephone was then herded back to her cottage where she was subjected to Demeter's sobbing - although she wasn't paying attention and didn't notce the word 'tommorow' popping up frequently - for about an hour or so. When that was finally over with, Demeter poofed away to take care of some last minutes things and to shut down Persephone's half of her temple (because in the fall only Satanists came to her and Demeter wanted none of that on her premises) and then Persephone had lunch, alone, and enjoying the serenity. Her lunch was, of course, a pomegranate and a salad - the salad was quite colorful because there were certain types of edible flowers scattering in the bowl with the lettuce.
She spent the rest of the day fixing herself and her house up, and then the remaining time was spend wishing for the day to pass quicker. It was past 5:00 when Demeter finally returned and Persephone paused in her pacing and darted up to her mother, annoyed.
"It's about time," the goddess huffed, hands on her slender and black fabric clad hips, "Can we go now?"
Demeter grinned in a nervous way.
Persephone blinked. "....what?" she said hesitantly, suddenly nervous herself, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Demeter laughed now. Her laugh was, like her grin, nervous. "Um, Persephone. Dear. I may have....neglected to tell you--"
"Tell me what?" Persephone said through teeth that were suddenly clenched. Her voice was quiet in a deadly way.
Demeter laughed anxiously again and shifted her position. "Y-you can't go back until tommorow. At 5:18 pm, exactly."
If Persephone had been Hades, her cottage would have been nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes at that point. But she wasn't Hades and so instead of an explosion, Demeter was now subjected to Persephone's just as fiery temper.
"WHAT?!" Persephone shrieked.
"There's an odd number or days in the year, Sephy, sweetheart. The day of the equinox shifts."
"Don't call me Sephy!" she snapped, then turned away from Demeter to smack a hand to her forehead in furious expasperation.
"I have to ask," she said quietly, "Just how long to you think I can stay away from Hades?"
"Surely one more day won't hurt," said Demeter, smiling in a friendly way.
Persephone raised the volume of her voice to a scream. "ONE MORE DAY DOES MATTER! I'VE BEEN WAITING SIX MONTHS TO GO HOME!"
"It's not my fault!" said Demeter shrilly, "Blame Zeus. He should have made the number of the days in the year even instead of odd."
Persephone scowled, her violet eyes shooting daggers into her mother's seemingly innocent blue ones. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. One could picture the storm cloud hovering over her head. It was zapping lightning at whoever dared to look at her funny.
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"IANTHE!" bellowed Persephone in her field. A few nymphs poked out of their trees to see what the commotion was about.
Out of a pretty little cluster of violets Ianthe slid. Ianthe rubbed at her eyes, blinked, and stared up at Persephone. "Is it spring already? Gosh, does time fly."
"I need you to take something to Hades," Persephone's voice was pleading, "It's a last minute something, and it's important. Here..." She turned at her last word and ran back to her cottage. Ianthe followed her absentmindedly.
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"Dad, you're gonna wear a hole in the floor," said Macaria, picking at one of her fingernails anxiously. She had no doubts that if he kept pacing that a hole would indeed appear in the floor, and she was pretty sure there was already the beginning of a rut in the path he had been walking.
Hades scowled at her and then resumed pacing. Pain and Panic in the corner tilted their heads silmultanously. Macaria continued to pick at her fingernails.
"Maybe Demeter finally snapped and murdered her," Macaria offered.
Hades nearly detonated. He whirled around and glared at her, orange. "Not funny," Hades growled.
Maci shrugged. She wasn't going to lie, she was getting nervous too. Persephone should have been here an hour ago, and Persephone wouldn't be late. No. Not for this. All three of them had been waiting for six months. She wouldn't dawdle.
Hades turned for another cycle.
That was when ianthe came running in through the door. She screeched to a stop breathlessly, thrust a scroll in Hades' bewildered and flaming hands (it blackened at the edges), gasped out, "I have to go back now. See you next year!" and dashed away.
Hades quickly unrolled the scroll and read it swiftly, Macaria leaning over his shoulder to see. Her handwriting was awful and scribbled like she had been rushing, but it was still legible.
I know you must be in pieces wondering what the hell happened to me.
Well, apparently since the days of the year are an odd number, the day of the equinox shifts. This year, it's on September 22, at exactly 5:18 pm.
I was real thrilled when I found out, and I bet you are too, now. Feel free to destroy this scroll to burn off rage. I won't mind. Half of my house is in ruins as it is.
This kind of throws off our countdown, too. One day left now.
Half today, then half tommorow, ya know? Roughly. Whatever.
I'll see you tommorow, I promise. If she won't take me, then I'll walk down there myself.
Hades fumed silently and Macaria backed up instincively. The scroll disintegrated in Hades' hands and he went to go sulk on his throne.
Stupid Demeter. Stupid odd days of the year.
