#scarsdale

"Aye, Ratchet would be the great cloud king that dimmed the heat and hubris of the Sun Lord" a smirk "I think we have a viable pantheon forming"

"And I, in this schema of Schwartzes?"

"Oh, I've abducted you, like Hades luring away Persephone. I had to have you, you see, and you wanted to be with me but ...how to do so without offending your family? I, the lord of the withering cornstalk, clearly bespelled you with a magic gallery. It was my most diabolical master stroke, and now, now I am not alone in a world of evening colors and charcoal dreams"

"Mmm... floral maiden and queen of death? I shall take it."

"It was always yours" muttered near her ear

"And thee, Dread Lord, Master of Lethe... I would eat a hundred pomegranate seeds..."

"then, on samhain, perhaps a garb befiting our own roles?"

She rests her head on his arm, swaying moreso than dancing. "Aye. I like it. I am fond of them."

he moves with her in the sway, "As am I. Of the three brothers... Sky, Ocean, and underworld, twas the lord o the Dead who was the most true. "

"The troll admires the one who did his duty... but... aye, he was kind. And just."

"She was the one who helped him find his kindness, just as you bring out what is best in my muse. " A sigh "Come, my love, tell me more of what you've seen fi you like, or if you prefer? Let us sway a bit longer until we collapse in a chamber of your choosing"

"I will tell you of him, but then, love, let me drink deep of Lethe, let me put him from my mind for the night and dance with thee in darkness..."

"I would share those cups with you gladly, first the bitter of knowledge, and then the sweet of bliss"

She draws his hand to her lips, grazing them across his knuckles. "Aye."