❝ brother, what's my name? my name is our lady of the upside down. wanna know my name? i'll tell you my name ... ❞
❝ persephone ❞
━━━━ 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 | the underground world of london's west end is...
our lady of the underground act i , fruit of the vine chapter one , lost in the labyrinth
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PERSEPHONE DIDN'T know what to do with the body.
Well, body might have been a rather nihilistic take, it was a man and there was certainly life in him yet.
She had certainly thought him dead when her cool eyes first caught sight of him, lying there lifeless in the gutter, lit by nothing except the low-burning light of the street-lamps and cool light of the moon.
However, the longer she regarded him, she noted small twitches and heard strange, slurred mumblings escaping his lips that proved that there been no foul at foot, merely an overzealous lord and overly generous bar-keeper.
Upon seeing him she had frozen in her step and now, in her current state of inertia, Persephone was having the internal debate as to whether she should satisfy her curiosities and inch closer or whether she should do the smart thing and carry on by, as though humans in gutter were as just as ordinary as the rats in them.
She was a smart woman, but she would never argue with the course of fate, especially if it happened to throw an unconscious gentleman at her feet.
Wrapping her overcoat around herself, Persephone took a few slow steps closer to the figure on the floor, careful to tread quietly, should she not wish to be discovered and subsequently accused of incapacitating the man before her — whomever he was.
This was not the path that she normally took — she had felt compelled to take a detour back to her boarding house after parting from her sister and brother-in-law's establishment, longing for a walk in the moonlight.
The rest of her companions had left nearly an hour before the young performer, who had been too wrapt in conversation with Ariadne to notice their departure.
