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Persephone (_persephone) wrote in greekswim,
@ 2008-09-08 22:01:00

Entry tags:

hecate, persephone

Anne/Persephone and Felicity/Hecate
Who: Anne/Persephone and Felicity/Hecate
When: Afternoonish
Where: A cafe in Plaka
Rating: PGish
Status: [in-progress]

It was a sunny day outside, hot but breezy, pleasant wind cooling down the day to comfortable levels.

Anne sat in a patio table, underneath a shady umbrella, outside a cafe. Orpheus was lying down at her feet, sitting happily on the cool sidewalk, his tail wagging. Her journal was out, in front of her, closed while she sipped her pomegranate drink and read through a volume of Plato.

The journals had become more active, she had noted, more people writing in them and commenting and such, though up until now, after that first chance meeting with Tanym, she'd not gone out of her way to meet up with any of the others. She wondered whether they might have met, whether they might have come to other conclusions, and what, really, might be at the bottom of all of this. But for now, she tried to focus on Plato, even as she felt Orpheus sit up suddenly, his tail still.

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the_hecate
2008-09-08 10:11 pm UTC (link)

The Plaka district, Fey had yet to explore it and today had been devoted to that. Leaving the 3 beasts at home as to not upset the nice Greece people who might have see Cerberus in her 3 girls. Hell, she sometimes did. Luckily the 3 huge dogs had not seemed interested in following Felicity today at all and preferred to lie around the rented flat today and Fey went shopping.

And it had been a good day for a little shopping, Fey had found 3 beautiful leather bound books that dealt completely with underworlds myths and each had large sections on Hecate, which she loved. Not that she could really read them seeing as her Greek was just south of tragic, but they where beautiful and she didn’t think she needed to have a strong grasp on the language to admire them.

But the day was hot, and before anymore looking around happened she was going to need some iced tea. Finding a small café on the street she entered and ordered herself a large herbal ice tea – sans sugar – and made her way out onto the patio setting down at a table next to a dark haired woman whose dog was relaxing under the woman’s table.

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_persephone
2008-09-08 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Anne could feel something like the hairs on the back of her neck prick up. It was a strange feeling, something familiar, in the air, she could not quite put her finger on. She'd felt it around Tanym, too, but this was different. With Tanym, there was... well, nevermind. That was another matter.

Orpheus seemed to find interest in this new woman who had sat near them, first looking at her, curiously, then barking.

"Orpheus, shhh," Anne said, softly, though the white bull terrier quickly darted away, going up to the woman and sitting, looking at her and blinking his dark eyes, which, despite their beady shape, seemed rather large, like he was begging her for attention.

"I'm so terribly sorry..." Anne started.

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the_hecate
2008-09-08 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Felicity had always had a soft spot for dogs, big or small, and she lent down with out a moment of hesitation and began to pet the small dog. Scratching him lovingly behind his ear. And for a moment she was distracted, but when the other woman spoke to her, her ear perked up, the sound so familiar to her ear. She turned to face her “ Oh, no worries, back at my place I have 3 huge girl dogs. He is probably just smelling them.” She looked back down at the dog “ I’m sorry, but you are about the size of their snouts, I don’t think you’ll have a chance.” She teased lightly as she continued to pet him looking back at his owner. Something was … familiar about this woman but she knew she had never met her before.

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_persephone
2008-09-08 10:43 pm UTC (link)

Anne's ears, too, perked up, and she blinked, trying to register where she had heard this woman's voice before. She seemed familiar, likewise, in appearance, though in truth that was not the whole picture. There was something like an aura about her, a thing Anne could not quite wrap her head around.

Still, despite this, she found amusement at the woman's words. "That might be it," she said, nodding, looking at the woman, still feeling rather embarrassed over the bull terrier's actions. Orpheus took the opportunity to make a soft noise, placing his head on the woman's lap, and looking up at her, quite enjoying the attention he was receiving.

Her eyes, however, could not help but flicker toward the books the woman had with her. "Pardon, but, if you don't mind my asking, are those volumes about the Greek Underworld?" she inquired, both trying not to seem nosy, but more animated, all the same.

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the_hecate
2008-09-08 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Felicity pushed her unruly curly hair behind her ears with one hand, the other hand absently continued to pet the bull terrier. There was something about this other woman, something that made Fey want to protect her, although it was quite obvious that she could take care of herself.

She looked back at the table where her books where sitting before turning back to the woman with a smile “Oh, yeah, I mean they are in Greek… and my Greek is, well, less then sporting. But It’s always been something I’ve loved and felt close to.” She paused “that sounds weird doesn’t it?”

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_persephone
2008-09-08 11:03 pm UTC (link)

Anne shook her head. "No, doesn't sound weird at all," she said. "In fact, I know precisely what you mean; it's part of why I've studied Greek," she explained, grinning knowingly. She gestured toward her table, where her volume of Plato was still open, with the journal next to it, silver nameplate gleaming in the sun against the black leather. "I was just going through Cratylus, which is where Plato goes through the names of the gods and their meanings," she said. "There's something about the Underworld in particular, though, that has always been fascinating to me. Well, perhaps that's not quite the right word. It seems... I don't know, familiar, somehow."

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the_hecate
2008-09-08 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Felicity smiled nodding “I think I would use the same word, Familiar….” But her words trailed off as her eyes fell on the little leather bound journal. She was also quite sure her heart stopped, and her breath froze in her chest. It was just like hers, the little unassuming book on her night stand back at her flat. Her little dark secret. But here it was on this woman’s table, and even with out looking inside she knew it was the same book. She swallowed hard as her heart began to beat again.

“I um…. Welll…” she tried to get out forcefully “never read much Plato…just um….. what was ….um…. required…. For um…. Class….”

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_persephone
2008-09-08 11:25 pm UTC (link)

Anne noted the change in the woman's demeanor, the way her words had trailed off, and how her words had changed, a bit more forced, trying to figure out what might be behind it. "I prefer Hesiod, or the Homeric Hymns, they are more action-centric. But I've been trying to research different aspects of the names for the past few days, for a... project," she said. She shook her head.

"Sorry, I'm probably boring you. Which volumes did you pick to peruse?" she inquired, curiously.

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the_hecate
2008-09-08 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Felicity was trying to concentrate, she really was, but her vision was swimming and her thought would no remain in one place. They where fighting and jostling for her attention and she couldn’t possible pay attention to all of them at once. Her head hurt. She felt like she was on a verge of a panic attack. She wanted to run, as fast as she could away. Yet, she also wanted to stay. She wanted more then anything to stay with this woman she didn’t know.
“I’m sorry.” She finally said after a moment, she spoke almost slowly. Almost as if her words where unknown to her “You are not boring me,” she forced her self to take a deep breath “I just, sometime have this problem, with thinking and the way I think.” She admitted carefully looking down at the dog that was still partly in her lap for a moment before looking back at the woman “and, you know, not being crazy.”

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_persephone
2008-09-08 11:49 pm UTC (link)

Anne looked at the woman, curiously, carefully. The little bottle of Risperdal she herself carried around -- now moreso out of habit than anything else -- tucked away in the depths of her purse came to the forefront of her thoughts, and she pushed it away. She shook her head, just slightly, as though that would help get her mind off of that, though it served the dual purpose of emphasizing her next point. "There's no need to be sorry," she said, and not just in a tone of empathy, either. There was a degree of certainty there, something that implied she was not just saying that for comfort's sake, that she was positive that the woman could not be crazy.

"I used to think I was," she said. "But not anymore, not after a lot of things that have happened lately." She had a feeling about this woman, like she could trust her, and Anne was not a typically trusting person. First Tanym, and now this woman; it was all very strange. She paused. "If you don't mind my asking, why do you say that, though?" she inquired.

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the_hecate
2008-09-09 04:08 am UTC (link)

Felicity gave the other woman a small careful smile. Like Anne she knew for certain that she could trust this woman, that she would not judge her or anything of the like. Their souls where connected, a kindred sprit, Felicity could never remember feeling this strong a pull towards someone. And long ago she learned to never doubt her gut. So with a deep breath she began.

“I never though I was, crazy that is, that was my parents. I have always had a knack for knowing things I shouldn’t know, and being able to feel close with and in a way communicate with those who had passed. Also dreams, astonishingly vivid dreams, while I was asleep, but also sometimes when I was awake. But I never thought I was crazy. Not really, different sure, but not crazy.

But no one seemed to care what I thought on the matter, But really, that’s what being crazy is all about, isn't it? You think you are fine but everyone knows better. I spent my whole childhood in and out of different hospitals because my parents where desperate for an answer. I never blamed them though, because I wasn’t right and they just didn’t know how to deal with it. And I met the most amazing people I’ve meet in my entire life in those hospitals.

And even though a lot of it is fuzzy and hard to remember because of the drugs they had me on constantly. Just before my 18th birthday I was declared healthy, sent back out into the world. A recovered borderline psychotic. I still don’t know what that means. And I left, never really ever looking back, closing that chapter of my life.”

She paused taking a breath looking at the other woman’s journal on the table. “But like I said, I never thought myself crazy. Special, weird, yeah sure. But never crazy. And then I got a journal just like the one behind you there. And now …. Well now I am not so sure, was I really crazy that whole time? I still don’t think so, but like I said, isn’t that the point? You never think you are.”

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_persephone
2008-09-10 12:59 pm UTC (link)

Anne listened intently, and even Orpheus seemed to have quieted, his full attention on Felicity. She could relate quite well to this woman; though their experiences were distinct, there were some similarities, but it was more than that. There was some kind of feeling behind it. Her eyebrows went up a little when she mentioned the journal, however.

"I understand what you mean," she said, nodding. "When I was little, my mother had the 'special, maybe a little weird' mentality about me, but father and his new wife? They thought I was right crazy, had me evaluated and put on Risperdal," she remarked. She shook her head. "There were times when I doubted I was crazy, when I was absolutely certain that I was not. But like you said, that's what it is all about, is it not? The first time I really, genuinely, in my heart, actually thought I was crazy was when this journal found its way into my possession," she admitted. She paused.

"Then, I happened to meet someone, by chance, who told me he had one of the same. It's funny, I was walking with Orpheus, here, and he managed to get all tangled up with the man's dog. It was strange, this feeling of familiarity I got around the man, a trusting sort of feeling, like I had met him before, but I knew for certain this could not be the case. I feel the same sort of trusting familiarity around you, too, if that's not odd to say," she added.

She grabbed her journal, flipping through it, finding the page with her latest entry. "This is me," she said, with a chuckle.

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the_hecate
2008-09-10 04:43 pm UTC (link)

Felicity couldn’t help but smile just for a moment before “Well I haven’t meet anyone else with journal yet,” Because her short meeting with Tanym had not led to any discovery about their journal connection “Just you.” She paused looking down at the dog for a moment before looking back up at the beautiful woman, knowing just what she meant. She felt close to her, like a sister – maybe more. She leaned forward and turned a few pages back to Anne’s first entry pointing at the comments she had made. “That would be me, Trying to tell you that you are crazy.” She blushed slightly “Sorry about that.” She said softly

“But if you really are here, and not just in my head, then I am not crazy and I am quite ok with that.” She paused and smiled “I feel close to you too," she blurted out ”Sorry."

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_persephone
2008-09-10 05:10 pm UTC (link)

"Ah, well, Tanym -- that's the man's name -- was very nice," the last two words were said with more of a faraway, dreamy voice than Anne had intended. "And there's something about you that I find very likable," she said, matter-of-factly and quite straight to the point, in typical fashion.

She shook her head, without a second thought. "Don't worry about it, really. I was questioning whether I was crazy myself. I'm just glad we're not completely nutters," she said. "No need to be sorry about a thing!" She grinned.

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	the_hecate 2008-09-10 05:22 pm UTC (link)
	“Tanym?” She asked softly, the name removing previous thoughts. Thoughts she would have been mortified to admit to the woman sitting across from her. Thoughts she had never remembered having before. “Tanym?” she repeated again as she remembered the man from the cemetery “Small dog named Cerberus?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

_persephone
2008-09-10 05:28 pm UTC (link)

Anne nodded, again, and Orpheus made a noise. Strange, he did not typically recall names on mention or anything of the sort. "Yes, that's him," she said. "Have you met him?" she inquired, a question she probably need not have asked. After all, if the woman could recall the name of the man's dog, then... well, they had to have met, did they not? Anne was having difficulties thinking at the moment, however. It also suddenly occurred to her that she did not know the woman's name!

"I'm so terribly sorry!" she said, flushing. This was not the first time this had happened, either. She recalled the other day. And it was not like her either, to go around speaking to people without knowing their names, or at least finding out first. "How rude of me. I didn't even get your name or introduce myself. I'm Anne," she said.

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the_hecate
2008-09-10 05:48 pm UTC (link)

“Yeah, I mean shortly. In the cemetery close to the flat I’m renting.” She said with a small smile recalling the encounter “it was weird, but not in a bad way.” She couldn’t help but laugh at her own last statement “Well with me, things are rarely not weird.” She allowed.

“Oh, hi. I mean, I’m Felicity.” She said with an honest smile “its very nice to meet you Anne,” She said extending her hand.

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_persephone
2008-09-10 06:28 pm UTC (link)

She nodded, knowingly at her, in regards to the weird. "Believe me, I understand," she said.

"Lovely to meet you, too, Felicity." Anne took her hand and shook it, the familiarity becoming stronger even as she did so. It was similar to the experience she had had with Tanym, but different, all the same; there was a distinct set of feelings involved here. It happened in a fraction of a second. Everything seemed to slow down, and there was darkness, only darkness, a darkness so complete, so devoid of true sunlight on every level. It was cold, too, and there was a river, a river that seemed almost alive, and long stretches of Asphodelus ramosus , and cypresses, and a woman, pale, with dark hair, this woman, her friend. She blinked several times, and shook her head just slightly.

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the_hecate
2008-09-10 06:50 pm UTC (link)

Felicity took a moment to admire the contrast in their skin tone just before their hands touched. After their hands touched, she felt it like a spark. No more like an electric jolt flowing from Anne straight into her core. And then she felt the darkness descend as well A scream, a torch in hand and her faithful dogs on her heals as she searched, the blackness deep and constant. And then she found her, she had never found her before, kneeling down she offered her hand and she turned towards her the torch light flickering off the beautiful face… Felicity blinked looking at Anne. It was her, who she has been looking for her entire life.

“I’ve dreamed of you.” She whispered almost reverently.

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_persephone
2008-09-10 07:13 pm UTC (link)

Anne felt goosebumps, coming out of her reverie, dazed. "And I've dreamt of you," she said, softly. "In the darkness, with the pit and the dreary meadows of Asphodel and the bleak cypresses with the river that seems so alive and dreadful, but in all that darkness, there was you," she said, still trying to clear the images from her head and focus on the present, the reality before her. But it would not clear.

It had been so long, such a long time since she'd seen anyone she knew, anyone she really knew, and she was cold, and lonely, and numb, distraught at the thought of never seeing the sun, the flowers, the fields, or anything out of this darkness. She had lost hope, and then, there was this woman, a welcome sight, a warmth in the cold that had become her everything. Anne hugged the woman instinctively, like a friend meeting another they've not seen in far too long.

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the_hecate
2008-09-10 07:37 pm UTC (link)

Felicity hugged Anne, fiercely with out any hesitation. Before whispering softly “Είναι εντάξει, δεν χάνεστε άλλο. Σας έχω βρεί, Κορίτσι Από τη γη.” Words she knew she didn’t know, but she also knew she had spoken before. Spoken when she had found her in the darkness last time. Last time. The phrase made Fee’s brow furrow just slightly.

Almost childlike, scared, wanting her mother, wanting to play in the grass. She would take her; show her the darkness wasn’t scary, that she wasn’t alone. She would be with her, her friend, her confidante. Felicity hugged Anne a bit tighter for a moment.

( It’s ok, you are not lost anymore. I’ve found you, Maiden of the Earth.)

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_persephone
2008-09-10 07:47 pm UTC (link)

Anne understood the words instinctively, her knowledge of Ancient Greek plain, but there was more than that. They were words she had heard before, had heard from this woman, with this voice, in her arms, comforting. She said nothing, she had never said anything, not last time, and not this time. The hug had been enough, the words soothing and placating, and she squeezed just a little tighter, just as she had done so long ago. Long ago? Anne's own brows knitted together, even as she closed her eyes.

But Felicity had said her Greek was... less than sporting. But the Ancient Greek was perfect. This whole moment screamed of familiarity, of déjà vu. She had been here before, had lived this before. She was safe now, had a friend in a world where there was no light, but rather darkness visible, a confidante.

Her eyes opened after a minute, suddenly, and she inhaled, sharply, blinking several times, trying to snap out of it. "What... what just happened?" she asked, dazed.

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the_hecate
2008-09-10 08:06 pm UTC (link)

Felicity slowly let go of the other woman, part of her not wanting to. Feeling that she had been searching for her for so long that it was a crime to let her go. But she did anyway, because she knew she had to. Her dark eyes meeting Anne’s dark eyes “I…..I don’t know. For the first time in my life, I Honestly don’t know.” and that fact alone disturbed her deeply to her core.

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_persephone
2008-09-10 08:25 pm UTC (link)

Anne was not a little shaken. Looking into Felicity's eyes, she found herself half-mumbling, half-whispering, "Δεν ξέρω, Ἑκάτη." The words came to her without her thinking, and she rubbed her temples, trying to regain control.

"I'm so sorry about that. I didn't mean to--" she paused. How could one explain all of that away, after all? She reached for her drink, sipping it, but the taste did not help. If anything, it made the sensations stronger. She could taste it now, could taste the sweet, but tart flavor, could feel a degree of first warmth from it, then Arctic cold, and it chilled her. Without restraint she'd tasted it, and knew was eating Death.

She put the drink down, hastily.

(I do not know, Hecate.)

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the_hecate
2008-09-10 08:43 pm UTC (link)

Ἑκάτη. Ἑκάτη? Why did people keep calling her that? But her thoughts drifted as she watched the other girl almost slam down her drink. Concern covering her face, what was wrong? She wanted to make it better.

The sun was bright and again her attention was diverted to the glistening nameplate on the journal, just like the one on her journal. No. Not just the same. The name plate was different. Περσεφόνεια

“Περσεφόνεια.” the name was thick on her lips, and familiar like she had said it a million times before.

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