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cool update: i can bother tick on two accounts.

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oh?

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Ya better cut that out - she's sendin' little Spring spirit birds down to pester you and gently 'peck' at ya 'til you behave. ~ You know I'm flooded with love for you, silly man.

@wolfofwinchester replied to your post “Disappointed that his darling wife hasn’t seen to...”:

"Ah, ah, ah.." Can he feel the finger wagging down the well? Don't you start actin' up when she can't be there to get ya.

No longer loved! He shall wither away without the darling sunshine that seeps in his halls.

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@casketdweller asked: Persephone will find a basket of apples, yet when she took a peek, she’d find that someone sneaked some pomegranates in there. To remind you of home, was the letter tucked inside. There was a locket beside the basket as well, blank, but clearly meant for the Queen of the Underworld. For you, my dear. A soul to claim as your own, if you wish.

The tails in the air belonging to the gaggle of swarming cats atop of the stone table was an excellent indicator of what was waiting for the Goddess, who came lumbering soaked from the river with a ginormous clay pot on her shoulder, water tupping over the lip - yet not spilling down, rather falling back in. However, it did go bouncing from the inside as Persephone gave it a hefty drop to the Earth below, making the surrounding grounds shudder as she wiped her hands and started batting at those colorful tails.

"Allll right, allll right, come, come, skitter outta the way or I'll turn ya to cat tails," She ushered, barely making a dent as the felines scuttled around her swats, and some even hopping up her arms to perch upon her head, sticking their paws into her mussed braids and hooking a toe or two in her ears. "Damn you, beasts! Come on!"

There was a moment of Persephone struggling with the flutter of said beasties, ending abruptly when she finally saw reason and summoned hummingbirds to breath in a snap of her fingers, composed of green light. They twittered about, zipped around the cats and caught their attention, and led them off into the rolling vineyards and out of her hair. For the time being.

Slapping her soaked skirt to the warmed stone, Persephone slid atop the table and finally dragged the item of feline adoration into her lap. She ooo'd with curiosity, fingers tickling at the shiny apples and pomegranates with a grin. One of the lovely fruits of betrothal was plucked and tossed up and down, up and down, and sailed up her arm to be bounced at the elbow, and caught in her waiting mouth - canines sunken in and casting rivulets of red to course down her jaw and throat, trickling messily to the clavicle and collar of her low-dipped dress. She chuckled contently at the flavor, peeling open the letter with a smudge of scarlet along the parchment (messy woman), reading it as she swayed side-to-side.

Sweet blood of her blood, her heart felt heavy. Not too much was written, but her eyes followed the path of every letter, her rocking sway easing in its speed. Her exhale fogged the glistening skin of the pomegranate. The paper crinkled as she thumped her forehead to it, muffling a noise of bittersweet. Damn. She stayed like this for a few beats more, and brought the letter back down to read. Her eyes flicked and locked on the locket that was overlooked amongst all the fur and paws. Her head tilted, and she lifted it up, releasing the pomegranate to plop down in her lap as her stained lips twitched into a smile, dangling the locket before her. Twisting it to twirl, more noises emitting, though now more curious, and warm.

"Look at you, sailin' from Hades on the blessin' will of my husband." Persephone grinned, twisting the chain as the locket glinted and gleamed in the moonlight. "You going to keep me company for the Spring and Summer?" Be her constant reminder of Home beneath the ground, that while she has not been gone from for long, certainly felt like it had the traction of half a decade to it. "Well, get out here, and let me see ya."

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The sky was a shade of lilac when Persephone made her way to the well, the stars blinking sleepily in the sky as the sun stretched its beams behind the horizon, not yet in the sky, but soon to approach.

Her hands crested the unnaturally chilled stone connecting her world and His, Their Worlds. She looked deep into the dark where there was the most distant pulse of blue here and there, and she took her seat and slung her legs over the side.

A flash of green, and Persephone's bouzouki hissed to life in her hands with a chime.

"Listen!" She called down into the well, hoping to be heard. "I got a song just for you, lover. You better listen well before the sun chases you to bed."

The Goddess took her fingers to the strings and melody bellowed down into the depths at a strikingly loud volume, as if to catch the attention of a wandering King who might not be close enough to hear its melody. She would sure of it, for as mighty as she was, so too was the Dread Queen boisterous.

As her fingers danced along the strings almost in a fever, azaleas bloomed from her fingertips and fell down into the well. They rained down and spun, as if riding on the waves of song. Green light sparked and twinkled in the air, and sunk into the sides of the well. They materialized and stretched webs down, down, down... and manifested into a peacock chair, blooming with flowers that faded from the ones you would find up top, to the azaleas born just for the bottom of the Underworld the further it stretched; berries along its twisting music strings that made up the swing. The chair was wide, and its cushion was the biggest azalea one would ever see, orbs of light stemming from its core as it stretched, stretched, and stretched down til it lingered just a few feet above the landing location.

A swinging chair for her lover, where the light from high above in the mortal world would shine down upon him, riddled with song for every stroke he would give the vines of song that supported it. He would hear this same song that she played, while berries grew in thicker clusters as he listened, perpetually blooming to fruition - little lights in their bulbs.

Through the constant weave of song, Persephone hoped he felt her in every stroke of the string, and felt her arms whenever he reclined in the chair. Warmth would crawl around his shoulders and settle there, and it would last until he rose.

Months more, and she would be home again. Until then, she hoped this would do. The gift was a two-way street, in truth; whenever Hades would sit upon the flowery throne and lean into its weavings, she would feel that familiar weight of his against her body. And sometimes when she did, he would hear her whisper adoration into his ear.

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@casketdweller asked: A shroud drapes across Claudia’s shoulders, hands following soon after as Azrael loomed over her slightly. “A happy many returns t’you, my darling wolf.” His voice hummed in the quiet.

Claudia gave a chuckle, and that chuckle grew into a warm, low laugh as she leaned back into that embrace, pushing her forehead into the side of his neck. There he was. Felt appropriate that of all the faces that would see her first this early in he morn, it would be his. Felt right, as it should be.

"Are ya not the sweetest lamb?" She grinned, and pressed a few pillowy kisses against the collar of his cassock and flesh that peeked between it, leaving lip stains of mulberry. "Wouldn't mind seeing a few more if this the sorta way the day starts." Embraced by a cool, secure and loving comfort where she knew she was safe.

There was a tug at his robes, his wolf wife tempting him to tumble into her lap to be wrapped up her arms next, and held tight. "Cleared my schedule for the day, I did. I deserve a day away from all the papers and gigglemugs. What do you think about stealing me away before the sun rises? I'd be all yours." A boop at his nose with a gentle tap.

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Icy fingers stretch and extend, the veins in her hands becoming more prominent with the flex, and their blue coloring standing out against the pale tone, leading to a grimace from the Countess. The wrists turns this way and that as she examines their nude state, looking at how the structure stands out.

"Every year, they just get a little more hideous." Back on go the gloves.

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"This is clearly matricide!"

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"What a great day! ♪" She says, her hair having been knocked straight out of its bun and her pins of pearls have been scattered everywhere. She looks a wily wreck, and she's content about it.

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|| Man has been booped so many times he's lost the counter.

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every time claudia gets superbooped i'm just imagining pearls flying everywhere.

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@casketdweller said: ( 677 as of this posting. A good chunk of them came from YOU. )

Love ya forever and a day, 'Florence'. ♪

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the terror has ended, but this serves as a reminder for why claudia should never be allowed to manifest in the real world:

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"I SAW THE LIGHT."

The wifi cut out and put Claudia down for a hot minute.

Maybe she does need to slow down.

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I just want you to know, dear: I love ya more than the stars, the sun, and the moon in the sky. I love ya very..

Very, very much.

@wolfofwinchester replied to your post “Hn, all this boopin’ must be punishment for bein’...”:

"It's goin' to work. If I keep hittin' ya enough, you'll lose inches. I know it."

Good luck, darlin’~

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oh hell here we go