He tilted his head a bit, listening to her speak. Of course the garden was calming, Persephone had a knack for making things just right and her gardens were always so...relaxing, even for him. Though the offer to search her dreams was...unexpected. Inviting Hades into your dreams was asking for a supreme deity to go looking where you were the safest...not to mention his ability to toy with them like putty. "Alright...thank you. I will." Watching her drift off to sleep, his eyes slowly drifted over the garden for a few moments. What connection did this girl have to his lost love...whatever it may be, he was going to look into it.
Goddess or not, willing or not, it wasn't overly difficult to work his way into one's dreaming psyche, a simple flex of mental muscle to place himself there, either as an observing specter, or an existing player. His reality 'split', fully aware of his place standing in Persephones garden, and fully aware of his 'presence' in the dream. A nonexistent shade that simply clung on the peripheral of existence in a dream, beyond the touch of anything save for his brothers and those who have lived longer than him....such as his father. In complete silence did he watch the dream unfold. As angered and saddened as he was by it, he could only stay passive as it played out...if he intervened in the dream, he would truly gain no answers.
Darkness enveloped all, save for the spotlight that shown on the poor goddess...the dream had passed, and yet it played. As part of rationality tried to take hold of him, insisted he could learn more if he simply waited, his emotion took hold...he couldn't simply stay on the side. Not while she shook with sobs, not while she whispered his name. Darkness from around the spotlight coalesced into a single form in quick fashion, until it simply solidified and completed into the form of Hades himself, kneeling before her. "Kore...my sweet kore. What has happened to you?" Questions begged to be prompted...why did she exist in dreams now...why had her soul never come to rest...why did she go...who did she go to...who had harmed her so. At the last question, an uncharacteristic anger gnawed at him...who had harmed her.
Deathkitten
Goddess or not, willing or not, it wasn't overly difficult to work his way into one's dreaming psyche, a simple flex of mental muscle to place himself there, either as an observing specter, or an existing player. His reality 'split', fully aware of his place standing in Persephones garden, and fully aware of his 'presence' in the dream. A nonexistent shade that simply clung on the peripheral of existence in a dream, beyond the touch of anything save for his brothers and those who have lived longer than him....such as his father. In complete silence did he watch the dream unfold. As angered and saddened as he was by it, he could only stay passive as it played out...if he intervened in the dream, he would truly gain no answers.
Darkness enveloped all, save for the spotlight that shown on the poor goddess...the dream had passed, and yet it played. As part of rationality tried to take hold of him, insisted he could learn more if he simply waited, his emotion took hold...he couldn't simply stay on the side. Not while she shook with sobs, not while she whispered his name. Darkness from around the spotlight coalesced into a single form in quick fashion, until it simply solidified and completed into the form of Hades himself, kneeling before her. "Kore...my sweet kore. What has happened to you?" Questions begged to be prompted...why did she exist in dreams now...why had her soul never come to rest...why did she go...who did she go to...who had harmed her so. At the last question, an uncharacteristic anger gnawed at him...who had harmed her.
Deathkitten