such sound was like a melody to the god of blacksmith. rocking lightly on his feet, breath hitches at the touch to a sharp jaw. most in the family treated him poorly and that was putting it nicely. but not persephone. “really?” he asks with a gentle grin.
Svelte chest rings fondly with laughter, tan knuckles grazing a sharp jaw. Persephone always possessed a world of time for her older brother, the God of Fire. Mistreated soul, he is. “I am well, Brother, joyful to be seeing your face.”
“sweet kore” replies the metal worker with warmth and shyness, cheeks blooming with a rosy color. “how are you?” his hand takes hers in turn, squeezing softly.
delicate hands effortlessly embrace those of @brokenodes, fingertips tracing across bulked knuckles and a sugary, sweet smile dares to rise. “brother.”
Hephaestus holds her with such care, such tenderness. Placing a kiss on top of Persephone’s head as it is tucked beneath their chin. “I’ve missed you” he murmurs softly, scratching the nape of her neck.
She sinks into their towering stature, melting as if within her rightful home and her head tucks, sinking beneath Hephaestus’ chin and her hands, delicate and soft, grip their shirt. “Oh. I’ve missed you.”
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Strong, mighty Hephaistos,
bearing ⠀ SPLENDID ⠀ light,
unwearied fire, with flaming
torrents bright strong handed,
deathless and of art divine,
pure element, a portion of the
world is thine: all-taming artist,
all - diffusive power
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The metal worker grins at her giggle and how she races to him. Opening their arms, they embrace their sister. They pick her up and twirl her around. “Persie!”
To them, of course! Persephone does not bother to silence her giggles, her petite frame racing to Heph’s towering frame and sinking into it, embracing them. “Brother!”