kingoftheunderworldxx:

Gentle pleas of forgiveness filled the interstice between
them;lips thirsted for the reprieve she sought, fought
to formulate words. Nothing. They could form nothing
to aid in her comfort. 

Lost to the fogs that now clouded once sound mind.
It proved impossible to recall lost thoughts of why
he or how he found himself to be in such place. In
the company of mortals.

                              “    Hades.”

Lips pressed together once more, uncertain if more
secrets should be allowed to slip between.

                                                                            _{(  H A D E S  )}

        _{it ignited little recognition. he was not a man who 
        frequented her offices nor one that lingered around
        her former husband. a new face was refreshing rather 
        than disconcerting presently.} 

                      _{air would fill her lungs only to be slowly released,
                      a deep breath of relaxation, calming the ache of
                      her skull. & finally the ghost of a simper began to
                      etch on her countenance.} 

            _{❝ and what do you do? 
                        i don’t mean to pry, i just haven’t seen you around here before.
                                                                          —- unless you’re the new coffee guy … ❞}

        _{he appeared to be a little older than the normal intern.
        a true shame since she really did need a caffeine boost.}

kingoftheunderworldxx:

  “    should that be what
                     you truly desire.”

She would be bathed in silence, lips
would be pressed to keep words from
escaping their prison. Suffer in
deafening tranquility whilst dark hues
roamed aggravated features for rapture.

        _{silence would be the only gift she would be willing
        to receive, a simple moment to think, to explore what
        options she had. to leave her son with his father & return
        to a desolate loft or to persuade him otherwise? his happiness
        meant far more to her than her own. perhaps she could accept
        another mission, something to occupy her.} 

               _{❝ i’m sorry … i just … ❞}

                                     _{—- need a treadmill or punching bag?
                                                  who was this guy again? an investor?
                                                              a colleague of Ragnar’s?
                                                                           & where the Hel was Rollo?}

                    _{❝ … i don’t mean to be rude but
                                                  —- who are you again? ❞}