Jun. 8th, 2021

threshes: (oh no)
[personal profile] threshes
[The short goddess is in the garden, walking through it while she takes a sip from a particular looking flask that's shaped like a silver ring. The amount she slugs seems like it should be draining it of all the liquor but then she takes another sip before she wanders over to one of the blank places in the garden. Her finger touches the soil. For a second, nothing seems to happen, and then there's a sprout of what looks like a bush. The little sprig keeps growing and twisting until it becomes a tree that is above her head. As the branches spread out, red leather looking fruits spill out of it. Yes, this garden is lacking in pomegranates and Persephone has taken care of it. But she doesn't look at all happy when she takes a sip before speaking.]

Don't know how the hell ya pulled me from Hadestown considering what I am, but I need to be going back. I've got to try and convince my ass of a husband to spare the boy.