Thanatos: The White Dawn

(4)Sheer White Expectations

'This was turning into a carefully strategized war...'

Sheer White Expectations

"What the hell are you doing!"

I raced towards her, my hands instinctively flying up as my magic shot forward with a forceful speed and flung the dagger from her hand. Persephone's big brown eyes widened in sudden rage and shock as the sharp silver clattered against the opposite wall. I felt anger bubble up inside me.

Persephone jumped up from the bed, but as soon as she recognised my face, her own anger faded and was replaced with surprise; "Aurora!"

"What were you thinking?" I yelled at her, not caring that Keros, her head servant, was giving me a rather foul look.

"Nothing! Gods! What do you-" Persephone's voice faded slightly as she eyed the disregarded dagger. Suddenly her eyes popped open with understanding; "Oh, no! No, no, dear! I would never!"

I furrowed my brows and clasped my hands onto her upper arms; "What were you doing with that thing?"

She laughed, a blush coming to her cheeks; "I was just trying to loosen this damned thing!" She pointed her chin down to her corset, the strap partially severed.

I sighed in relief and hugged her tightly. "For fuck's sake Persephone! You're going to give me a heart attack!"

"Sorry, dear! I didn't even know you were coming; how are you?"

"How am I? Don't be ridiculous- how are you?" I squeezed her arms and watched as her strong smile faded slightly. In her eyes I saw pain.

Persephone turned her eyes to Keros at the door, her voice harsh; "Leave us."

The old man bowed and closed the door behind him, but not before shooting me one last disgusted look. I snarled at him.

"Friendly bunch."

"They don't like mortals." Persephone said as she tucked a hair behind my ear; "But you're the only one who actually cares enough to save me from self-harm. Not I that am... Well, you know."

I nodded, understanding her words more than she knew. I tugged at her corset- the bloody thing really was stuck.

She shook her head; "I hate it. Hera gave it to me a few years ago and I absolutely despise it. I wanted to cut it up."

"Where's that dagger; I'll gladly help." Persephone chuckled as I tore at the bodice, the straps faltering slightly, but not giving in completely. "Wait."

I took a step back and kept my one hand on her shoulder to keep her from moving. Persephone did as I asked. I moved my other hand up and snapped my fingers; a small flame sprung forth.

Carefully I burnt the piece that kept it all tucked together; the smell of scorched leather reached our senses and not before long the corset snapped open slightly.