PERSEPHONE

Persephone’s eyes rolled at Warsaw’s comment. She gave him no further satisfaction in answering him, and simply returned his wink with a cold, hard stare. Although she was eager to turn away from him and check that Creed was alright, she didn’t trust him to look away for even one moment. Warsaw had proven time and time again that he didn’t need much of an opportunity to cause trouble.

At his threat, veiled as a sick joke, Persephone only snorted. She knew better than to play along with him at a time like this. And besides, it was never going to happen.

Only when Warsaw’s figure had disappeared into the swell of the ocean did Persephone finally relax. With a sigh, the tension melted from her body. She turned back to Creed, an expression of concern replacing her frustration.

“I hope he didn’t scare you too much. I’m sorry he even got this far.”

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh