hellenic pantheon moods: a southland persephone

persephone of the magnolias and persephone of spanish moss. persephone who brightens the flowers on the most grey and humid days. persephone of lonely cemeteries where the roots of overgrown oaks shelter the dead.


beauty and the beast + viking era ft. travis fimmel as the beast (also featuring clive standen as gaston and alyssa sutherland as the enchantress because i couldn’t resist)

for lauren @dionysae

for who could ever learn to love a beast?


gods of the gilded agepersephone

“this girl who stands so quiet and grave at the mouth of hell.” – rochester, jane eyre

persephone spends half of the year in northern england, where her husband’s mills are. their home is dark and ancient, but it is their home, and that’s all she needs - that and some flowers from her garden to brighten up the halls a bit. 

some of the mill workers fear her, as they fear her husband. she doesn’t blame them on either count. (they can’t know as well as she does how little there is to fear in him, of the heart hidden in that solemn somber man. she teases him often, with a kiss, about she would not destroy his reputation by telling that secret.)

she spends the other half the year in north carolina where she grew up, visiting with her mother. the farmlands are as prosperous as ever, and even her childhood garden comes back to life when she returns to tend it. (once or twice a week, she gathers up the best blossoms and visits the town’s cemetery. the graves from the war are beginning to succumb to neglect, and someone needs to take care of them. she feels terrible that she can’t do it regularly when she’s away, so she takes extra care with them now.)

the farmhands still cast down their eyes when she passes, call her a climber like her mother. the descendants of the old antebellum ruling class still will not have anything to do with her. but it doesn’t bother her like it used to when she was young. 

she knows who she is now.


gods of the gilded agehades

“dead, your majesty. dead, my lords and gentlemen. dead, right reverends and wrong reverends of every order. dead, men and women, born with heavenly compassion in your hearts. and dying thus around us every day.” – charles dickens, bleak house

his eldest brother received the title, the run-down estate, and what was left of the fortune. his next brother got the naval commission. there was nothing left for hades, youngest son of a family run dry  – not back home, anyway. so he made his own wealth, in the mills and the mines, with as much fairness to his workers as possible.

this didn’t make them fear him less, but hades was used to that. and he didn’t particularly blame them. 

he quietly and anonymously pays for the burial rites of the city’s poor, and attends funerals for those who have no one left to mourn them. thanatos commended him once for this, but hades’ mild reply was that it was only the due to the dead, nothing to be praised. 

(it was there, in thanatos’ cemetery, that hades first saw persephone. she was visiting lonely graves, and leaving flowers.)