Let's Fall Together (Pluto)

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Proserpina might be the goddess of Spring, but she rather enjoyed Autumn too. Mostly because Autumn signified her return to her dear husband, Pluto. She had roughly thirty minutes before the equinox began and she was in her chambers on Olympus making sure she looked perfect for the reunion as her mother stood behind her before the mirror clammering. “Won’t you just think about staying another week? It’s not like it even feels like Autumn anywhere yet!” her mother went on. Proserpina had no doubt this continued hot weather across the country was nothing more than a bribe her mother had done with the Winds. She did this almost every year. And this year she seemed to be putting extra effort into it. It was like she suddenly realized that she was going to be a grandmother this winter and that was important. She’d been iffy about the whole thing all this time, but now that her daughter was actually leaving, it seemed to hit.

“Now, mother, we can’t upset the balance. It’s Autumn no matter what the weather does. It is the Equinox.” She kept her eyes on her hair as she pinned a lily comb into her meticulously curled and styled hair, but she definitely heard Ceres’ loud sigh and muttering. She decided to leave it alone though. She was wearing a deep blue chiton with gold trim, which looked odd here in the bright and vibrant Mount Olympus. These were things only the Underworld gods wore. Which was exactly why she was wearing it. And the sight of her in it instead of her usual pastels seemed to make her mother freak out. Proserpina continued at her prep work, tuning out every plea from Ceres, even when they became demands and even a couple threats. Not against Proserpina, as Ceres could never bring herself to do that, but every other immortal remotely involved in the seasons seemed to be in some sort of danger from the maniacal harvest goddess.

She was pretty sure her mother was in the middle of a sentence, but she didn’t let that stop her as she spin around and, as if this was all perfectly agreed upon by the two, gave her mom a quick kiss on the cheek. “Time to go. Can’t be late. Give my regards to Lord Jupiter.” She never called that one father seeing as he never paid her much attention, always favoring the twins if he had to favor anyone. Usually he just did what he pleased and that was that. She took no offense to it anymore. Meanwhile Ceres let out the most trying-to-be-heart-wrenching sigh. “I will.” Proserpina pulled her into a quick hug, then pulled away just enough to leave in a swirl of flowers.

The flowers dispersed in a small field far away from Olympus. Though the seat of power no longer resided here, she liked to use this field as the meeting place. It was the place where Pluto had initially taken her from the sunlit lands and it was the place she went to every year to return to the Underworld. Now all she had to do was wait. As usual, she was early.

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WORDS: 532
NOTES: Though this opener is technically not in the Underworld, I'm placing the thread here because I assume it will move there pretty quickly.

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"MOVE!!! Come on you filthy wrecked souls!! MOVE!!"

The echoing voice as a growl of a very powerful and rageful animal was heard all along the great dark palace in the underworld. Pluto knew that his beloved wife was about to get to the point where they always met when it was time for her to go to live with him. So he wanted that everything was perfect for the moment she walked into her true home, no matter what her mother had to say about it, it was her home.

_{"My Lord... There are not enought fresh fruits..."} Said a decaying soul with the voice full with fear... well best said, with panic. He knew that even if it wasn't his fault, Pluto was going to make him suffer for at least a century. Pluto stopped walking and suddenly looked back at the spot where the soul was mingling. He sighed and his left brow moved less that a milimeter, then green flames brupt from the ground and the soul dissapeared. "Marcus Aurelius!! Go get some fresh fruit for your queen or follow Plutarco's fate." He said and then walked to the outside of the castle.

The soul that was named Marcus Aurelius nodded with a pale face... well paler than usual for a soul. Then floated away in a rush. Pluto managed to get to where his cart was. He was wearing his most elegant robe, it was the one with souls mingling all over the inside of it. anyone would think that it was creepy, even more if it was to go an pick his wife up, but well... He was the God of the underworld, so why not to think that he thought it was a good attaire to go and impress his wife?! "I'll be back soon, if anything is wrong all of you will suffer an eternity more than you have ever imagined I could make any of you suffer!"

He commanded his horses to ride pulling the cart up to the place where she for sure was already waiting for him. He passed over the rivers of blood and forgetness, he heard the millions of souls suffering down there, he sighed worried. He was bringing his pregnant wife down there to have their baby among all of that... he only hoped that all of what she had said and hoped was real, that everything would go well with the baby.

The ground rumbled and it opened in a like an abyss crack, then he drove his cart to the surface and he finally saw her, his beloved wife. "As beautiful as the perfect creation that you are." He smiled at her and stopped the horses, then got off the cart and walked to where she was. He held his hand at first and kissed it softly. "Missed you so much my queen, my love." Then he leaned more and kissed her belly in the most sweetest way. "Hello little one." then he got straight and smiled at her. "My love... Finally." He held her in his arms.

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NOTES: mwahahahaha <3

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This place was very strange indeed. It was an open field with hills and tall grass. She walked to the center, her long dress swishing in the grass, to reach the dead patch. It was permanently dead. It had been for so long. The moment the vegetation mourned the loss of its friend. The moment the earth first split open to make way for the imposing figure of Pluto on his chariot. The plants had not forgotten and a solid meter on either side of the crack was nothing but dirt. No plant ever grew there, not even weeds. Proserpina never forgot either, but now she looked at it in a different light. Terrifying though it had been, it was the start of something beautiful. As she did every year, she knelt on the side of the crack and swept her hand over the dirt. A couple meager dandelions sprouted, then withered immediately. They knew what was coming. She sighed. “Do forgive him,” she spoke to the land. “For me?” No response. Ceres would probably be giving her a big fat I told you so right about now. Oh well.

She straightened back up and stood back a bit more. She knew so well what could happen any moment, and it was always wise to keep one’s distance. She looked up to enjoy the sun on her face one last time and closed her eyes.

Then a magnificent cracking noise came and she snapped her attention back to the surroundings. The crack split wide and skeletal horses burst through. This would usually make people fear for their lives (and rightfully so) but she knew these horses were fierce stallions in their lives, now brought back as the same fierce stallions… who also loved when she brought them sugar cubes. Then came the front end of the chariot, decorated in a way that made Olympus look shameful and boring. Considering Pluto was god of all the wealth buried under the earth, the chariot spoke of his domain. Not as much as the king riding in it though. She clasped her hands over her heart at the mere sight of him. He meant so much to her that her eyes welled a little just to be near him again. “Oh, my darling!” He kissed her hand like the perfect gentleman he always was to her, bringing a happy sigh to her lips. Then he kissed her swollen belly and she felt like she could simply burst with happiness as he greeted their unborn child too. When he straightened and went to hold her, she had to check herself so she didn’t bowl him over just to hug him back. She melted into his arms, which was fitting for the few birds and spirits who played spectator as it seemed a merging of shadows into one, which was essentially what was happening. She lightly kissed his neck, as it was the best she could reach in this position. “Finally indeed, my beloved.”

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