She despised her mortal name: Kore, literally translating to "maiden". She was trapped by her name, forced to be modest in dress, in act, in everything but mind - though she knew her mother wished she were modest in that front, too.
Though she despised it, she also associated a very powerful memory with it: dark and broody, Death personified.
Persephone worked in the gardens: Helping the mortals, giving the plants life when they began to wither, keeping them alive in droughts and infertile soil. Her mother insisted that she didn't, but Persephone couldn't stand to see the mortals she'd lived with for just under a century suffering over something she could easily fix. That's what she was doing the day that everything changed.
The energy changed - not to a kind of energy one would expect with a reputation like Hades'. The air went cold and still, but not an unpleasant kind of cold. She looked around for him, but she didn't see him. He was watching her, observing her only.
And so it was like that for the next while, Persephone tending to the mortals' garden, Hades watching her. Persephone was aware, always aware, but never did anything, never sought him out. It was like he was never there, except that she felt him.
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Be My Beloved | a short story retelling of hades and persephone
Fantasya short story retelling of the greek myth: the story of hades and persephone. persephone is entranced by hades. hades is obsessed. they sneak away, but demeter doesn't like it.
