(ACT 03) A matter of love and death

Proserpina scoffed, placated to hear the door slamming shut with a flick of her wrist as she slowly sat up once she was sure that she was alone, the blankets pooling around her.

‘Now what,’ Thanatos grumbled.

She sighed; I have no idea…

Proserpina is that werewolf’s soul mate… and by that logic, which means he was her's as well; even a child could figure that one out, but she wasn’t honestly aware that such a thing was even possible for gods to have one. What were the fates even thinking, letting her have one in the first place?

She is not going to lie. She had actually been so relieved when Alastor had denied the truth of their bond (at her face, now that she thought more about it, how he could lie so easily to her? Was it because of their bond as a soul mate? Can she not judge the other half of her soul since she was technically judging herself?), had foolishly deluded herself to a sort of calm despite the growing storm she feels just brewing.