Madeline_Madelist

Come, or go, we belong together
Lying here forever, in the cold, cold, cold.

Elderly Demeter is never the permissive matron. Having her verdure, her grace, her equable half Kore removed from her life primed her to envelop the surface in a seemingly eternal cold. Even when she was returned, her rampage was not ceased, nor was it even given a moratorium. One day, when her message was expressed, her frigidity had just...stopped.

This much is true of Demeter's general demeanor. If you curry her favor, you will see a comely yet orderly woman, keeping her routine close to her chest and her hands down to the earth. If you unwisely curry her scorn, you will have yet moments to live, as not even time is entirely immune to a chill of the right temperature. Cold, like entropy, wears into everything.

Yet, none of this is to say that Demeter cannot manage warmth; it is simply that she is the judge of the chill. To her dear Persephone, as she prefers to be called, she has shown nothing but love, if a bit smothering at times. To those in her domain, too, she has shown little but favor, as even at their least deserving, mortals still yet need to consume the food and livestock that spring from the earth.

When the job of being a goddess is not intensive as the position implies, she is a little bit softer, calmer, as she knows there is little to be concerned about. This side is revealed on seldom occasions, but when it comes up, it can be said the harvests are at their most bountiful, as the mortal populace isn't doing something or going through something that requires her to bring them to an actual bounty.

In this time, she can be seen enjoying fine drink like Ambrosia, or eating modest meals grown from the harvests she can cultivate. However, there is a slight odd look in her face; one of a little emptiness. She is very dedicated to her task, so when it comes time that she doesn't need to do much at all, she is simply raring to go back to work and force in more and more tasks to finish up what she believes the world to need. Feeling purposed is quite satisfying, to her.

In this way, one can curry Demeter's favor in a more purposeful fashion, giving to Demeter a sort of sense of belonging that she's already getting from other family members. Be that extra notch in the chain, be that link that gets her utterly cold front to warm up and melt down a little bit, her furious facade wavering into the mom she really is, warm and loving and if not understanding, at the very least open and willing to get there on her own time. From this, well...one could potentially sire a demigod.

Potentially being the operative term here, as Demeter tends to be the possessive sort, as seen with Persephone and the nature of her romantic assignations. If she latches on to you in a particular fashion, really gets it in her head that she knows best for you or that you deserve the true favor of the gods, it's likely that you will perhaps not be seen again. Not in one piece, anyway...

...and surely not in this aeon.

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Demeter, being goddess of the harvest and the seasons, carries fertility and the sense of being salt-of-the earth in plenty of ways. That can even spread to her bodily functions. If she shits, it will fertilize the nearby area, even better than typical nightsoil. Anything and everything can help with her domain.
She uses this in order to bless humans, most often, but there are plenty of potential uses. For example, if she digests some cutie within her fertile guts, she can plop them out and make them fertilize the plants that they loved in their actual life.~