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XVII -Promises, promises

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"What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths."

—Lauren Oliver

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PROSERPINA:

As romantic as this was, dancing under the moonlight in the place where they first met, Proserpina could not hear the blasted song Alastor was speaking of and she was too annoyed for being spun around in the air like a ragdoll.

He was just carrying her and spinning her round and round, anyway. Could this still be even considered as dancing?

She begs to differ.

"I'm leaving," Proserpina informed him, planting her hands on his shoulders firmly, wanting to be put down now.

His eyes widened, looking up at her with large soulful dark eyes, his head tilting a bit in confusion... like a puppy.

Hello no, that's not gonna work.

She sighed, "Alastor put me–"

He spun her around again, laughing maniacally, "NOPE! UNTIL YOU COME BACK HOME, OH! UNTIL YOU COME BACK HOOOME~"

'AHAHAHAHAHA–!'

She lowered her head, resigning herself to her fate, to this embarrassingly long night, groaning loudly in defeat while Alastor continued to perform this strange, one-man farce of a dance with the goddess of shadows still trapped in his arms.

If she can, if such a feat is possible, Proserpina, goddess of shadows and heir to the underworld... wanted to die in embarrassment right now.

She really, really wanted to die.

She's far too sober for this!

If this was her usual night, she would have been out somewhere around the world stalking or hunting down prey in the most unlikely places, she could even be lingering in some hospital's ER or in a certain continent, taking and guiding hordes of souls to the underworld for Thanatos left and right.

But somehow, things have changed since she crossed paths with Alastor Nyx. Had this night gone the way she intended; Proserpina would have cleared things up with him right away: in the end, Alastor would have been disgusted and mad at her most likely, would be leaving her in curses and maybe in tears too while she would be miserable as hell but resigned nonetheless since that was how it should be.

Ideally, Proserpina would be stuffing her mouth with those colorful cupcakes she had been ogling at Selena's to her broken heart's content until her brother comes to drag her for their trip when morning comes. Unfortunately (or was it fortunate?) ... that scenario never had to happen.

It's strange, though... normally Proserpina would have been annoyed with how things played out because one, Alastor had gone as far to ignore her message (which was fair, considering what she had done, but still...); two, he had caused her to personally come fetch him in a freaking club she'd rather drop dead before being spotted going in.

Thanatos would never let her live that down.

Three, her other half smells like alcohol and a sickeningly sweet perfume that she just... wanted to scrub off of him until he turns red.

Four, Alastor may not be serious and sober, but he still threatened her with suicide to probably make her stay with him which was worrying in and out of itself. Five, she wasn't sure but... she wanted to believe Alastor was just trying to guilt-trip her with crocodile tears earlier.