Stewing deep in the underworld there wasn’t much that brought its ruler out of his black palace those days afterwards. His duties were performed, rounds were made, the dog was fed (and poor Cerberus knew something was wrong) and so Hades paced, and he thought. The delicate curves of her lips consumed him, the shape of her re-wrote everything he thought he knew about the cosmos - about the fabric of reality itself. He had always been immortal, but finding her had made him feel divine.
For days he stayed away, no longer filling his role as a distant, hungry shadow at the edges of her life, watching her every move as though his heart would shatter into a thousand pieces if the light hit her skin in the wrong way. Hades stayed away but he burned for her all the same. There had been a moment there, a perfect, perilously wonderful moment where she had wanted what he offered her, when she had understood what it was that had driven him to practically fall at her feet, gibbering about apple trees like some fledgeling cultist finally getting to meet their patron after years of servitude.
Hades did not dwell on how he was, in a way, no better than a mortal caught in her sunlit thrall, wanting nothing more than to serve her, to fulfill her every want - to become what she desired. Instead he went to the surface.
It was as though she had never stopped touching him; he could still feel the brush of her careful, gentle fingers against his cheek and it urged him on, unrelenting and helpless. The earth bloomed in her eyes, and he wanted to memorize every atom of her being, wanted to bask in it as though it were a sun meant to burn only for him. Every flower seemed to tilt its head in her direction while he moved towards her clearing as soundless as smoke.
The shape of her bathed in the silvery light of the moon made his dark heart leap into his throat. Hades had meant to be slow, meant to be cunning, be calculated, find the right words, the right way to touch her, anything to make her feel this endless torrent of devotion he wore on his sleeve for her to see.
“Persephone,” he was close, only a foot or so between them, materializing out of the darkness he was most at home inside of to drop to his knees like a man returning home from a war, depleted and desperate. “Please,” so much fragile hope hung on that trembling word it would have been hard to believe the god of the underworld was capable of it were she not there to witness it for herself. “Please,” he repeated, soft, unsure of what he was asking her for, but knowing he wanted it very much.
She ran a long ways when she ran from Hades. At first she worried that she was being chased, but he would have overtaken her in seconds -- after all, no one can outrun Death. But the further she ran, the less it was about running from him and the more it was running from something else. What else? That was harder, less certain.
She tried to forget it. He couldn't want her, she reasoned, not when there was nothing for her to give to him. She was for the growing things, the grass and the flowers and an open blue sky and soft rain. He would realize his mistake in fixating on a girl who barely knew herself, let alone anything else. Sometimes it was easy to treat this as fact, and other times, when she remembered his lips on hers and the strong arm at her back, it felt like a lie she was telling herself. It couldn't be both at once, could it?
Neither kept her from thinking about him, his mouth exploring other parts of her body as his fingers dig in right enough to bruise her pale skin. Somehow, it doesn't hurt -- or it does, but not enough that she minds. The night was the only time she could think such things, and alone was the only way she let herself think on it -- except now, she wasn't alone.
He appeared so close she shivered in the sudden chill his presence brought. He'd been pale and shadowed in the sunlight, that day in the forest, but here, in the moonlight, the contrast was heightened. She held her breath, unsure of what was about to happen, and only able to blink in surprise when he dropped to his knees at her feet. His size made the difference not so great as it might have been, although she was definitely gazing down at him instead of up, and the act itself of one of the oldest three on his knees was an unmistakable gesture, the same sad eyes adding to his pleading words. Her heart was fluttering; she wondered if he could hear it. "I don't think any reprieve is mine to grant," she replied to him quietly, willing herself not to tremble under that gaze. How could it possibly be? "I'm nobody."
Had she been thinking of him? There's a certain pull in the air that suggests as much but Hades doesn't dare to dream that it might be the case. For all his darkness, for all the shadows that the lord of the underworld wrapped himself in there's a fragility there. He’s never wanted to be loved, never cared for adoration, never hungered for another but he would live and die for the hollow of her throat and the dappling of freckles that runs over the rounds of her shoulders. She has changed the universe for him, and now he struggled to find his place in it.
When she rebukes his pleas he’s suddenly closer to her, near enough that his bowed head, curtained by dark hair brushes against her hands. He could touch the fabric of her dress if he wanted to - and stars above does he want to. “Not to me,” his head raises slightly and his hands follow suit, whispering over the fabric of her garment against her shins, barely grazing over her thighs. “Let me show you Persephone, please.” Boldly his hands come to rest on her hips, thumbs brushing over the curving dip of her waist as he stares up at her face, silver in the moonlight. He’s done his best to stave off the chill he brings though he knows there’s no way to do away with it fully. He wants to warm her, and that want is enough to ease the bite of his inherent cold, at least for a little while, at least while this folly of a hope buoys him. Holding her is all he remembers, and he remembers it so vividly he’s certain that span of precious seconds will replay in his mind until the end of time.
He doesn’t rise to his feet but he draws himself up just a little, keeping his hands resting at her sides, greedily drinking in the feel of her beneath them as he stares, helpless and captivated at her face. His eyes burn with want and adoration even as he knows it's preposterous to suggest the lord of the underworld could be undone so completely by nothing more than a half-stolen kiss and the glimmer of promise in a young goddess’s eyes.
She shivers again, though not from the cold this time. This time it is the simple sensation of his breath moving against her legs, through her thin skirt. His hands are cool but his breath is warm, like a breeze at the hottest time of the day, and she feels her knees go a touch weak.
One of her hands finds its way into his hair before she knows what's happening, silken strands parting for her fingers. He's so desperate to show her -- what, she's not sure, but she can imagine. Hades isn't like his brothers, who will couple with anything that moves and have dozens of demi-god offspring roaming here and there, but she still can't help but feel like she will be a disappointment. And when she is, and he discards her -- what then? Better to stay alone. "I'm not..." she starts helplessly, unsure of what she's even trying to tell him, or if he'd listen.
She was giving in, in slow motion, and despite her better judgment -- or her fear. "What would you show me?"
The weight of his feelings for her needed no further cementing and yet the hand in his hair somehow further solidifies them anyway. She is summer sunshine and the rustle of wind in the leaves, she is the tall grass as it moves in the open air and the brilliance of pollen spilling across the petals of a flower. She is beginnings and light, she is everything he shouldn't be close to and the only thing he could imagine himself wanting to draw near. This has never happened to him before, death doesn't desire, doesn't understand really how to not simply take - but for her he'll break himself into pieces in order to learn. He wants her - he wants her to the bones, he'll want her til the end of time, and he'll wait that long for her to give herself if that's what it takes.
As delicately as he stole her hand the last time they met he leans forward, his mouth pressing a reverent kiss to her solar plexus just below the gentle curve of her breasts. His gaze shifts upwards, mouth lingering there, feeling the rise and fall of her breath as he watches her face. "I would show you the depth of my reverence," his voice is low and silken, one hand leaving her hip to slip boldly beneath the hem of her garment to touch her, broad fingers brushing the soft skin of the back of her knee, his thoughts clouding at the sensation. "I would show you my devotion," he breathes, kissing her again, mouth grazing over the hip not being cradled by his hand. "Everything, Persephone, everything I have is yours," her name rolls off his tongue like the holiest litany, like the magic word that brings the universe together and holds it in place. Like he would fall prey to his own kingdom and be extinguished without her.
Her breath stopped for a moment, as his lips press to her body through her shift. It burned like she was being branded, but she couldn't bring herself to mind. She should be indignant, angry, push him off of her. He would let her, at least from surprise if nothing else.
His fingers are feather-light on the back of her bare knee, and she feels as though she's been lost. "Everything?" she breathes, such a heavy word that feels like it will weigh her down and down and down -- all the way to his domain deep under their feet.
And oh, she would let him.
"Show me," leaves her mouth, before can stop herself.
Something between a deep sigh and a low growl escapes him when she speaks, giving him permission to adore her however temporarily it lasts. "Everything," he confirms, low and sweet against the fabric of her shift, planting one more reverent kiss to her hip before his mouth trails across her stomach, nudging at the dip of her navel with the tip of his nose. He's worked to warm himself for her before, but this time it's different, there's no effort involved. She warms the rich earth of his soul just by existing, just by being so close.
He hasn't forgotten last time and how that gilded, perfect moment holding her in his arms was broken by nothing more than her recalling who it was that held her. Hades is all too aware that it may happen again but for now he can only devote himself to the task of making that possible conclusion difficult for her to reach. The hand at the back of her knee moves higher, tender and tentative as his fingers splay over the back of her thigh, his arm nudging the skirt of her shift higher as he moves to touch more of her. Only once her leg is bared does he managed to tear his eyes away from her face, bowing his head low enough to kiss her inner thigh just above the knee, intimate without yet being salacious. The taste of her skin could turn the tides of war, he's sure of it, she restrings the constellations by doing nothing more than existing. He's lost, he's helpless - he doesn't want to be helped. Instead he breathes her name against her skin once more, kissing a gentle, devout trail upwards as the hand on the back of her thigh moves higher to cup her backside, gently holding her still to permit him to love her for as long as she'll let him.
Moonlight doesn't offer her any warmth like the sun does, but she understands why this might be done in the dark. The sun is too much for this, is too harsh, but the moon is softer -- as soft as his lips on her thighs.
He sinks back down to kiss her bared thigh, and kisses a slow trail upward to the juncture of her thighs, where no one else has ever been. It feels like all the heat in her body centers wherever his mouth touches, and leaves her exposed to the night. She shivers as the breeze moves through her like she's barely more than a sapling. Her fingers tighten at his scalp, and her eyes drop closed as her head falls back, and his name falls from her lips again, tasting dark.
Yes, she could learn to become accustomed to this worship; it somehow makes her feel powerful and small at once. Powerful because she has brought death himself to his knees by doing nothing more than being herself, and small because this pleasure surely couldn't last. She might fall to her knees herself, if he would have permitted it. As it was one hand braced her upright, and if she had the power to fly she would surely be doing so.
For countless maudlin summer days he had watched her, he had yearned for her, for the brightness of her smile and the song in her laugh, for the chance to just speak to her, to count the shades of green in those impossibly verdant eyes and bear witness to the flowers that sprung up beneath her feet. To love her. To love her with the definite finality only death has.
Immortality has its many boons and in this moment that he doesn't need to breathe is highest among them - by now he would have keeled over for certain. Instead the ache in his chest is from want, from the way he's drunk on the warmth of her, on the way she says his name. The taste of her fills his senses and the hand bracing her moves upwards, gripping her hip firmly, ever careful but more possessive than he usually is. She's letting him touch her and for this Hades forgets himself and yields everything he has over to bringing her joy, to worshiping her until the hands in his hair pull him away from the heavenly gift she's given him.
On his knees, before springtime given form, lost forever.
The breathing is a funny thing -- though they don't technically need to, and Hades now takes advantage of that, Persephone finds herself needing more. She gasped, and took night air deep into her lungs, like she could cool the heat growing and coil inside her.
Suddenly, she laughed, gently, happily. She didn't have it in her to laugh cruelly, but there was no reason he might reasonably know that. She gently pulls his head back so she can see him, what's on his face. And she takes in a sharp breath, because still, it was a look unlike any she'd ever been given. "Oh, Hades," she murmured, still at an enormous loss for what to say or how to say it.
Shaking his head to free his hair from her grasp he ducked his head in enough to press a long, reverent kiss to the inside of her thigh as the hand that had braced her hip moved to slip free of its place and catch her hand in his, kissing her palm. "Everything," he uttered against the curve of her palm before rocking back on his heels and rising to stand.
Despite the unparalleled intimacy of the last few moments when he rose to his feet he was a few inches away, not wrapping her in his arms as he wished to, suddenly very unsure of himself. He wanted to make her happy, to give her everything, for her to want the things he offered her, and he searched her face for even a shred of that want now, blinded by her beauty and the breathless way pleasing her had made him feel.
In that moment she realized she wasn't the only one who had been thrown by this attraction they'd found themselves in. She gazed up at him, like it was the first time. Beneath the intensity was someone who had more questions than answers, and yes, eons of time on her, but not so much experience, if rumor was to be believed. He didn't reach for her as he had before, but waited for her. Waiting to be judged.
"I don't know what it is that's brought you to me," she finally said, a touch breathless, "but I'm glad for it."
It was everything he needed to hear, and while he moved quickly it wasn't with the predatory swiftness Hades had caught her with the first time he wrapped his arms around her in the span of half a heartbeat, bowing low enough to bury his face in her hair. "You did," Hades answered, half-muffled and tenderly soft, the words uttered low against the curve of her neck through the strands of her hair.
After a moment Hades lifted his head, kissing her temple. "I saw you, Persephone, and you were all I wanted to see." She was so warm, so vibrant against him, and the arms that held her tightened slightly as he curved his body greedily around hers. "All I wanted to hold," he murmured against her hair, "you're everything."
He clings to her like a shadow, although one that has been stretched by the sun going low in the sky, and one that will hold her like this -- not even her own shadow can boast that. Her mouth curls upward as he speaks only for her, low and in her ear.
Her cheeks are coloring as she listens to the pretty words. Maybe she should hold something of herself but, but it felt too good to give herself over to it. "I never saw you," she murmured. "Puts me at something of a disadvantage."
"What you saw when you looked at me the last time," he begins in a gentle murmur between kisses up the column of her neck to the curve of her jaw, nuzzling the soft patch of skin behind her ear with a low, contented hum. "That's what you would have seen," the cold, the ending, the depths of the earth and the black absence of stars down below. What she might still see at any moment - he knows it, he fears and accepts it all the same. He is what he is, but for now he is her lover.
One arm loosens its protective, engulfing hold so that his hand can span up her side, his wide palm moving over the curve of her waist and upwards like a marble rolling smoothly across an uneven surface. He charts her silently, studies the wonder of her, falls deeper into her thrall with every word that tumbles from her lips. Just as his thumb brushes over the side of her breast he pulls away and lets his hand catch hers, straightening enough to kiss her wrist again and beyond, his lips following the shape of her arm to the crook of her elbow. "I'm more than that," he isn't sure if he is, but for her he would fight the parameters of his own existence to learn how.
She moves with him, though he hardly needs her help. She'd be little more than a rag doll in his hands if he so wished it, instead of handling her like the most delicate little flower she can call up.
Her heart stutters in her chest, just a touch. "That's not why I ran. Or-- not all of it." She couldn't deny that the very idea of who he was had put her in flight mode, it had. Death is inexorable, and how is someone who can only call the growing things into life going to stop it or even be meant to be with him for so much as a second of time?
But she looks at him now, with none of the trepidation she'd had before. Just curiosity, and a desire to tell him more -- if he'll let her. "No one's touched me like that. Or kissed me, or--" Certainly no one had ever done anything like what he had just done mere moments ago. "Or... that," she completed clumsily.
Hades leaves her hand to rest against his chest, his fingertips trailing down the back of her arm and over the notch of her elbow, unfathomably curious and singularly devoted to the task of loving her as she should always be loved.
"No one's made me feel this way before," one nymph very long ago had him possessed with something that felt far more shallow to this. It was passing and over before it really began, it did not move the stars like this did, like she did. "Persephone," he kissed her hard but pulled away far enough to rest his forehead to hers after only a moment, keeping her body pulled snugly to his as his free arm looped back around her to allow his hand to splay across her back. "Did it make you happy?" His eyes are serious and hopeful, if there had ever been a young man in him, she might spot that in his gaze. "Will you see me again?"
His hand splayed across her back was strong, and it was a good thing. She could have fallen back against the flowers and let him have her completely at that moment, for promises of nothing more than air. He kissed her again, and one hand tangled in the ends of his hair. "Yes," she breathed. She was happy, and right now, she had no reason to question it. Instead of terrible, fathomless depths, she saw a soft landing -- in a dark place, but one that would cradle her like she was in her mother's arms again. "And... yes. If you like."
The warmth that spread through his entire being when she said that he had made her happy was so intense it was almost alien to his being. "Yes, always," his hands leave her body to cradle her face, gently guiding her chin up to allow him to kiss the underside of her jaw and along her throat, nuzzling into the hollow there where her neck met her collarbone. "I would see you always," his voice a deep velvety utterance against her skin. One hand returned to the swell of her hip as his mouth followed the line of her collar, kissing her reverently. His free hand caught hers, pushing a ring onto her index finger, the small stone green as her world and born brilliantly in the rich earth of his. "Call to me, and I will come to you." He was careful, unwilling to trap her, never taking what she did not want to give him with her whole heart, unwilling to sacrifice even an ion of her light with greed. The Underworld was dark enough, he would not have its future queen's majesty dulled even slightly.
She felt him slip it on first, and then she looked at her hand. The green stone was rough cut, unpolished, but it was beautiful and now the dearest thing she had. Another first -- a love token. "It's beautiful," she murmured, and kissed him, a little shyly. "Thank you."
Another first followed close behind as she kissed him, and Hades, so overcome by the sense of surprise grinned against her lips, his arm tightening around her while he kissed her. "I'll come to you again, soon," and he would, though a large part of him hoped that she would call to him before he surrendered and came to her side. When he pulled away to look down at her the smile had left his face unseen but perhaps not unfelt, his dark eyes warm. "Goodnight my love," and she was. His love, his queen, his great undoing. Like a shadow chasing sunlight he was gone a moment later, leaving her arms empty but hopefully not cold.
Though Persephone didn't summon Hades to her, she thought about it. She thought about it every time the ring on her finger caught the sunlight, the gold glinting and the green stone glowing as though from inside. She thought about it when she wasn't looking at the ring, lost in her own mind like a lovesick girl she never thought she would be. How quickly that had changed.
One thing had not changed, and that was that she was still more suited to fields and forests than the halls where the rest of her kind lived -- or where most of them did. Hades did not live there, and neither did she, though there was a place for her if she wished it. Truthfully, she'd never wished anything less. The Olympian court was ruthless and sometimes violent, and her mother hadn't raised her there because of all that. But she could not avoid a summons, no matter how much she would like to, and so she went.
She let them greet her with kisses on her pink cheeks, exclaim over how well she looked, and tried to respond in kind. It felt awkward and she felt out of place, as she always did. Once they determined she wasn't going to provide any good gossip or even so much as stimulating conversation, the other young ones left her alone and she was able to disappear into the background.
Well. Almost.
Her presence was nothing of note, she always came when there was a summons, but Hades...
If there was someone who was almost infamously absent from Olympus at all times, it was him. The Underworld is always busy, and Hades is not one for mirth, she'd heard. She knew different now, she thought. If this was their narrow definition, perhaps they were right. But she'd seen him not as the hard, unfeeling tyrant of the dead, but someone gentle, and showing her more devotion than she'd ever known. Cold maybe in body, but she could be warm enough for the both of them.
So when he showed in the great hall, a chill and shadows clinging to him, it was noticeable. There was even a stillness for a moment that only death could bring, before Zeus roared welcome to his more solemn brother, and the party began to move again. After a moment you would hardly be able to tell that anything unusual had occurred at all. But Persephone knew. She remembered the feeling of fingers digging into her hips so hard that they had bruised, but another feeling so sweet of his mouth on her that she hadn't even noticed.
She knows he's watching her. She feels as though she might melt into the floor with the memory of it, like her skin might blister and burn under his gaze. She doesn't say anything -- doesn't know what to say -- simply feels the band of the ring cut into her skin when she clutches her skirts in her hands. There was no one to excuse herself to, so she simply stepped back, and back, until she found her way out into one of the many courtyards. More stone than growing things, and those growing things carefully curated to be just so, but it felt better than being in the cavernous room, feeling like everyone was staring at her being stared at.
Hades had rubbed the place on his dark emerald throne where he had taken the stone for her ring so frequently it had begun to smooth - and so too had he. Once he didn’t dare to imagine her here, brilliant as the stars and sweeter than heaven, illuminating the halls of the House of Hades with something it had never known before. A future like that was too bright for the bleakness of the underworld. He had his purpose, the decay of his unending collected debts feeding the green that she loved to love, and perhaps had he never let himself get any closer he would have been content to let that be his only gift to her. At times he believed he could feel her wanting, as when the mortals dared to say his name that pull caught his attention whenever he crossed her mind. It would be a matter of moments before he was holding her again and Hades thought of her warmth and weight in his arms only long enough to make his chest ache, but never quite long enough to yield to the urge again.
He wanted her to want him enough to ask. He wanted to be certain she knew what she asked for when she did. He wanted her. Endlessly and with every fiber of his darkly threaded being he wanted to love her from the heights of the stars to the deepest places in Tartarus where horrible things dwelt, things that somehow paled in comparison to trying to refute how she had made him feel. There was no power that mattered if it wasn’t spent for her happiness.
It was torture to be without her, so much so that an invitation from Olympus - what would be a summons to anyone aside from himself or his brother Poseideon made him all the more restless. She would be there, but so would everyone else. Their colorful kind and their various foibles and drama. He didn’t belong in the light of the mountain, holding court at one side of Zeus while Hera and Poseidon flanked the other, mirth did little for Hades and the parties of the gods were more of a spectacle than they were anything else. It was and wasn’t his place, his dark throne in the pantheon around the fire so infrequently occupied he often wondered if someone else had dared to use it for themselves..
She would be there.
The burnt gold of the chain that held his dark cloak over his bare shoulders caught the sun as he made his appearance, knowing that for at least one brief moment he would bring the party to a halt. Predictably it was the booming voice of his brother, king of them all that set the scene in motion again as he was greeted and clapped on the back, ushered through the threshold by Zeus and welcomed as though he hadn never been gone.
Zeus was a wretch when it came to his consorts, but Hades could find reason to be glad of him all the same now and again.
The warmth of that greeting did not compare to catching sight of her for the first time. The warmth of the sun couldn’t hold a candle to that, nothing could. Her hair warmed by golden light, and the curves of her shape framed in fabric he yearned to ball his fists into and wrench from her body while he kissed her mouth with all the voracious fire he carried in his heart for her. Hades slouched low in his throne, goblet in one hand, helpless to do much more than watch her while he moved. Bidden or not his mind replayed the way she’d uttered his name as the taste of her fills his senses all over again. Her hands in his hair, the curves of her beneath his hands, warm and soft and everything that wars were fought and won for. She led and he followed helplessly, vanishing from his seat to materialize beside her in the courtyard, close enough to catch hold of her and pull her close but distant enough that an onlooker might believe that wasn’t what he meant to do.
“You’re beautiful,” she always was. In a starlit field or lit up by the gilded rays of heaven itself, and despite the controlled softness of his voice his eyes spoke volumes for the grip she held his heart in. “I’ve waited to see you again Persephone,” she wore his ring. He had seen it when he’d first entered, and he glanced at it now, his hand capturing hers to bring it to his mouth, kissing the backs of her fingers before gently turning her hand enough to kiss her wrist.
Was it a compliment she would ever be used to? She doubted it. But he seemed content enough to repeat it into eternity. She wouldn't torture him -- not that she knew how to do what Aphrodite did, keep lovers dangling on a chain like a bauble to wear about her neck. That wasn't her. So she didn't hide her pleasure, now that it was the two of them. "I didn't think you would be here," she said, something inside her thrumming.
With very little maneuvering, she turned her hand to lace her fingers through his. Her ring was the only adornment between the two hands, warmed by her skin and cooled by his. "But I'm happy you are," she added quietly, as though someone may overhear her and make this meeting their business.
Exhaling a deep, pleased sigh as she entwined their fingers he brushed the back of her hand over his cheek before turning his head to kiss her skin again. "You know why I came here," even if she hadn't called to him she had weakened him. He had waited as long as he could and while the party was far too filled with their nosy kin to take her in his arms as he wished to, Hades had come to see her and only her.
"Why I do anything now," he added softly against her knuckles, pressing one more kiss to her skin before his eyes focused on her face and he let their hands fall, taking a step closer to her as he did so. "For you," Hades concluded quietly, dark eyes drinking in her fair features. She knew, she had to, but he wouldn't tire of it - she was worthy of every scrap of adoration he had.
Even if she knew it -- in her head and in her bones -- it didn't seem any less fantastic. "I know," she murmured, still not quite believing it was true.
Her hand felt light in his, and she looked back to him. It was strange to see him in full sunlight; it was almost like the shadows became stronger in defiance, but at the same time didn't quite know where to go. Even when he'd come to her before in the daytime, they'd been under the cover of trees. "Does the sun not bother you?" she asked, curious.
"Bother me?" For the first time in what was undoubtedly a long time Hades laughed. It was light and more of a stilted exhale than an outright guffaw but the question amused him and it showed - the corners of his lips curving in a little smile, an expression normally reserved for hiding against her inner thigh. "It isn't," his eyes narrowed thoughtfully, "ideal." Death happened everywhere, and he would go where he was needed - and now, incentivized by her presence that was all the more apparent.
"I want to kiss you," Hades looked down at her face intently, uncertain if getting as close as he wanted to here was wise. "One day, you'll visit my house and see where I dwell."
The blush in her cheeks didn't drain. She wasn't sure if it was feeling foolish for her question or adored or a combination of the two, but it was enough that she doubted it would fade anytime soon. She checked over one shoulder, but saw no one, and raised herself up on her toes to kiss him on the mouth.
She didn't hang on long -- not quite as long as she would have liked and definitely not as long as she knew he wanted, but she still wanted to be careful. "What is it like there?" She was also curious about that, and while she had imagined she was sure that she couldn't have come up with anything close to the reality.
Hades hadn't expected that showing of boldness. On Olympus it was difficult to do much of anything without someone taking note - especially during a gathering like this. Already part of his mind had begun to warn him about taking so long away from the palace. His appearance was odd enough, and while a sudden disappearance was not out of character for the king of the underworld, who's obligations always outweighed his leisure, but someone was certain to notice.
Still that hardly mattered as her lips pressed to his and on impulse he slid his hand out, catching her waist to bring her closer against him - not holding him as snugly as he would have liked (though even their embraces in private fell short of all he desired) but keeping her near for as long as that kiss lasted. Her question was met with silence at first as he sought to find the words to describe his part of the world to someone who's innate nature was so contrary to it. "It's very different from here, dim and dark, and the trees aren't as kind as your rudest ones." He knew he must be painting a grim picture, but he hadn't lied to her before and Hades didn't intend to begin, not when things were going as well as they had been. "The Isles of the blessed are forever golden, but my kingdom isn't though it is grand in its own way and sparkles in what light there is with all the richness of the earth."
Seeing her here in the light of heaven, and knowing just how glorious she could be among the tall sweet grass as he struggled to describe his home Hades frowned, reaching up to cup her cheek with one hand. "You are all I cherish, and I would keep you beside me for all time if you would permit me to," he didn't say the rest, kissing her briefly instead of trying to admit that he was uncertain she would want all that his love entailed once she saw it for herself.
Persephone listened to his answer with careful attention. She had, after all, asked, and appreciated his own thoughtful answer. He didn't treat her like she was young like the others did. She hadn't been around since the dawn of the Olympians, she hadn't been there to see it all come to life herself. Maybe she was naive and her questions were silly, but he didn't roll his eyes and answer her as though she was a bother or insist there was no reason she need know something like that, like her mother had. He showed her favor in a different way.
No, not favor. Respect. Like even if all of this was somehow beyond her, that was fine. She would know all, in due course. "Dark can be beautiful," she said, unsure of where her boldness was coming from, but it rose in her like a wellspring all the same.
It must have been the same source of how her heart beat riotously at the idea of belonging somewhere, to someone, simply because they wanted her there.
When he told her that he would keep her beside him forever he had meant it, but he would not deceive her into believing he, or his kingdom were anything softer than they were. Hades knew his dominion was challenging for those who weren't built for it - even Zeus stayed away if he could help it. He worshiped and adored her, but he would not smooth the rough edges of reality to keep her. She deserved every light of heaven and every jewel of earth - not to be tricked.
The corners of his lips twitched in a minuscule smile at her words and he ducked his head down slightly, his eyes lingering over each and every curve and angle of her face. "When you come, you will decide for yourself." His hand left her face, catching one of hers and bringing it to his lips to press warm, wanting kisses to the tender rises of her knuckles. "I want to see you again, soon," a brief flash of memory of the way she had uttered his name so warmly in the field that night paraded through his memory, and there was no concealing the way the recollection warmed his gaze. "Will you call for me tonight?"
He studies her like he can see what's in her mind, and she can't decide if the intensity scares her or not. And even if it does scare her, that would be all right, because he has quickly become among her favorite sights, in all his severe, shadowed glory. Even that slightest of slight smiles was more than he gave others. It felt like a triumph.
"I will," she answered, her stomach taking a dip at her own certainty. Yes. "I promise."
All it took was four words from her to make his heart swell in his chest, his face softening even while his eyes blazed warmly with the want of her. Though the fear that she will turn and go the moment she sets foot in his lands is a real one - because how could anything so alive dwell in the halls of the House of Hades - he loves her with a sense of hope so rare to him it is almost alien. 'Maybe she won't go' is a far cry from the certainty that anything so vibrant with life could linger by him and leave unscathed and darkened, a thing he has thought to be true since his kingdom had become his.
"Until then?" He could linger beside her in the sunlight forever and watch it turn her skin to gold, but they would be noticed soon enough had they not been already.
"Yes," she agreed, and her free hand traced down his bare chest. Of course he was leaving, the only reason he came at all was to see her. She licked her lips, a little nervous to make her request not just for what it was, but that they were going on borrowed time and they would be seen. But still... "Will you kiss me before you go?"
Humming deeply as her hand brushed over his skin he could feel his entire body seem to buzz from the contact, suddenly hungry for more. "My love," he murmured lowly, drawing her into his embrace, that tiny smirk returning again, softening his face as it deepened. "If it were your will I would kiss you every moment of every day and night," Hades lifted her off of her feet carefully, her body held to his as he kissed her, trying to edify every word he had just said to her into stone inside her mind.
Her heart leapt as her feet left the ground. Her free hand lifted to his face as she kissed him back, her chest pressed to his. It was exactly what she'd wanted, to keep her until she saw him later. "I'll call for you tonight," she repeated.
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Date: 2020-07-06 03:56 am (UTC)For days he stayed away, no longer filling his role as a distant, hungry shadow at the edges of her life, watching her every move as though his heart would shatter into a thousand pieces if the light hit her skin in the wrong way. Hades stayed away but he burned for her all the same. There had been a moment there, a perfect, perilously wonderful moment where she had wanted what he offered her, when she had understood what it was that had driven him to practically fall at her feet, gibbering about apple trees like some fledgeling cultist finally getting to meet their patron after years of servitude.
Hades did not dwell on how he was, in a way, no better than a mortal caught in her sunlit thrall, wanting nothing more than to serve her, to fulfill her every want - to become what she desired. Instead he went to the surface.
It was as though she had never stopped touching him; he could still feel the brush of her careful, gentle fingers against his cheek and it urged him on, unrelenting and helpless. The earth bloomed in her eyes, and he wanted to memorize every atom of her being, wanted to bask in it as though it were a sun meant to burn only for him. Every flower seemed to tilt its head in her direction while he moved towards her clearing as soundless as smoke.
The shape of her bathed in the silvery light of the moon made his dark heart leap into his throat. Hades had meant to be slow, meant to be cunning, be calculated, find the right words, the right way to touch her, anything to make her feel this endless torrent of devotion he wore on his sleeve for her to see.
“Persephone,” he was close, only a foot or so between them, materializing out of the darkness he was most at home inside of to drop to his knees like a man returning home from a war, depleted and desperate. “Please,” so much fragile hope hung on that trembling word it would have been hard to believe the god of the underworld was capable of it were she not there to witness it for herself. “Please,” he repeated, soft, unsure of what he was asking her for, but knowing he wanted it very much.
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Date: 2020-07-06 08:50 pm (UTC)She tried to forget it. He couldn't want her, she reasoned, not when there was nothing for her to give to him. She was for the growing things, the grass and the flowers and an open blue sky and soft rain. He would realize his mistake in fixating on a girl who barely knew herself, let alone anything else. Sometimes it was easy to treat this as fact, and other times, when she remembered his lips on hers and the strong arm at her back, it felt like a lie she was telling herself. It couldn't be both at once, could it?
Neither kept her from thinking about him, his mouth exploring other parts of her body as his fingers dig in right enough to bruise her pale skin. Somehow, it doesn't hurt -- or it does, but not enough that she minds. The night was the only time she could think such things, and alone was the only way she let herself think on it -- except now, she wasn't alone.
He appeared so close she shivered in the sudden chill his presence brought. He'd been pale and shadowed in the sunlight, that day in the forest, but here, in the moonlight, the contrast was heightened. She held her breath, unsure of what was about to happen, and only able to blink in surprise when he dropped to his knees at her feet. His size made the difference not so great as it might have been, although she was definitely gazing down at him instead of up, and the act itself of one of the oldest three on his knees was an unmistakable gesture, the same sad eyes adding to his pleading words. Her heart was fluttering; she wondered if he could hear it. "I don't think any reprieve is mine to grant," she replied to him quietly, willing herself not to tremble under that gaze. How could it possibly be? "I'm nobody."
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Date: 2020-07-07 05:44 am (UTC)When she rebukes his pleas he’s suddenly closer to her, near enough that his bowed head, curtained by dark hair brushes against her hands. He could touch the fabric of her dress if he wanted to - and stars above does he want to. “Not to me,” his head raises slightly and his hands follow suit, whispering over the fabric of her garment against her shins, barely grazing over her thighs. “Let me show you Persephone, please.” Boldly his hands come to rest on her hips, thumbs brushing over the curving dip of her waist as he stares up at her face, silver in the moonlight. He’s done his best to stave off the chill he brings though he knows there’s no way to do away with it fully. He wants to warm her, and that want is enough to ease the bite of his inherent cold, at least for a little while, at least while this folly of a hope buoys him. Holding her is all he remembers, and he remembers it so vividly he’s certain that span of precious seconds will replay in his mind until the end of time.
He doesn’t rise to his feet but he draws himself up just a little, keeping his hands resting at her sides, greedily drinking in the feel of her beneath them as he stares, helpless and captivated at her face. His eyes burn with want and adoration even as he knows it's preposterous to suggest the lord of the underworld could be undone so completely by nothing more than a half-stolen kiss and the glimmer of promise in a young goddess’s eyes.
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Date: 2020-07-07 05:11 pm (UTC)One of her hands finds its way into his hair before she knows what's happening, silken strands parting for her fingers. He's so desperate to show her -- what, she's not sure, but she can imagine. Hades isn't like his brothers, who will couple with anything that moves and have dozens of demi-god offspring roaming here and there, but she still can't help but feel like she will be a disappointment. And when she is, and he discards her -- what then? Better to stay alone. "I'm not..." she starts helplessly, unsure of what she's even trying to tell him, or if he'd listen.
She was giving in, in slow motion, and despite her better judgment -- or her fear. "What would you show me?"
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Date: 2020-07-07 06:58 pm (UTC)As delicately as he stole her hand the last time they met he leans forward, his mouth pressing a reverent kiss to her solar plexus just below the gentle curve of her breasts. His gaze shifts upwards, mouth lingering there, feeling the rise and fall of her breath as he watches her face. "I would show you the depth of my reverence," his voice is low and silken, one hand leaving her hip to slip boldly beneath the hem of her garment to touch her, broad fingers brushing the soft skin of the back of her knee, his thoughts clouding at the sensation. "I would show you my devotion," he breathes, kissing her again, mouth grazing over the hip not being cradled by his hand. "Everything, Persephone, everything I have is yours," her name rolls off his tongue like the holiest litany, like the magic word that brings the universe together and holds it in place. Like he would fall prey to his own kingdom and be extinguished without her.
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Date: 2020-07-07 08:55 pm (UTC)His fingers are feather-light on the back of her bare knee, and she feels as though she's been lost. "Everything?" she breathes, such a heavy word that feels like it will weigh her down and down and down -- all the way to his domain deep under their feet.
And oh, she would let him.
"Show me," leaves her mouth, before can stop herself.
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Date: 2020-07-08 12:03 am (UTC)He hasn't forgotten last time and how that gilded, perfect moment holding her in his arms was broken by nothing more than her recalling who it was that held her. Hades is all too aware that it may happen again but for now he can only devote himself to the task of making that possible conclusion difficult for her to reach. The hand at the back of her knee moves higher, tender and tentative as his fingers splay over the back of her thigh, his arm nudging the skirt of her shift higher as he moves to touch more of her. Only once her leg is bared does he managed to tear his eyes away from her face, bowing his head low enough to kiss her inner thigh just above the knee, intimate without yet being salacious. The taste of her skin could turn the tides of war, he's sure of it, she restrings the constellations by doing nothing more than existing. He's lost, he's helpless - he doesn't want to be helped. Instead he breathes her name against her skin once more, kissing a gentle, devout trail upwards as the hand on the back of her thigh moves higher to cup her backside, gently holding her still to permit him to love her for as long as she'll let him.
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Date: 2020-07-08 03:41 am (UTC)He sinks back down to kiss her bared thigh, and kisses a slow trail upward to the juncture of her thighs, where no one else has ever been. It feels like all the heat in her body centers wherever his mouth touches, and leaves her exposed to the night. She shivers as the breeze moves through her like she's barely more than a sapling. Her fingers tighten at his scalp, and her eyes drop closed as her head falls back, and his name falls from her lips again, tasting dark.
Yes, she could learn to become accustomed to this worship; it somehow makes her feel powerful and small at once. Powerful because she has brought death himself to his knees by doing nothing more than being herself, and small because this pleasure surely couldn't last. She might fall to her knees herself, if he would have permitted it. As it was one hand braced her upright, and if she had the power to fly she would surely be doing so.
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Date: 2020-07-08 05:05 am (UTC)Immortality has its many boons and in this moment that he doesn't need to breathe is highest among them - by now he would have keeled over for certain. Instead the ache in his chest is from want, from the way he's drunk on the warmth of her, on the way she says his name. The taste of her fills his senses and the hand bracing her moves upwards, gripping her hip firmly, ever careful but more possessive than he usually is. She's letting him touch her and for this Hades forgets himself and yields everything he has over to bringing her joy, to worshiping her until the hands in his hair pull him away from the heavenly gift she's given him.
On his knees, before springtime given form, lost forever.
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Date: 2020-07-08 09:27 pm (UTC)Suddenly, she laughed, gently, happily. She didn't have it in her to laugh cruelly, but there was no reason he might reasonably know that. She gently pulls his head back so she can see him, what's on his face. And she takes in a sharp breath, because still, it was a look unlike any she'd ever been given. "Oh, Hades," she murmured, still at an enormous loss for what to say or how to say it.
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Date: 2020-07-08 11:39 pm (UTC)Despite the unparalleled intimacy of the last few moments when he rose to his feet he was a few inches away, not wrapping her in his arms as he wished to, suddenly very unsure of himself. He wanted to make her happy, to give her everything, for her to want the things he offered her, and he searched her face for even a shred of that want now, blinded by her beauty and the breathless way pleasing her had made him feel.
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Date: 2020-07-09 01:32 am (UTC)"I don't know what it is that's brought you to me," she finally said, a touch breathless, "but I'm glad for it."
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Date: 2020-07-09 01:54 am (UTC)After a moment Hades lifted his head, kissing her temple. "I saw you, Persephone, and you were all I wanted to see." She was so warm, so vibrant against him, and the arms that held her tightened slightly as he curved his body greedily around hers. "All I wanted to hold," he murmured against her hair, "you're everything."
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Date: 2020-07-09 03:00 am (UTC)Her cheeks are coloring as she listens to the pretty words. Maybe she should hold something of herself but, but it felt too good to give herself over to it. "I never saw you," she murmured. "Puts me at something of a disadvantage."
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Date: 2020-07-09 03:24 am (UTC)One arm loosens its protective, engulfing hold so that his hand can span up her side, his wide palm moving over the curve of her waist and upwards like a marble rolling smoothly across an uneven surface. He charts her silently, studies the wonder of her, falls deeper into her thrall with every word that tumbles from her lips. Just as his thumb brushes over the side of her breast he pulls away and lets his hand catch hers, straightening enough to kiss her wrist again and beyond, his lips following the shape of her arm to the crook of her elbow. "I'm more than that," he isn't sure if he is, but for her he would fight the parameters of his own existence to learn how.
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Date: 2020-07-09 04:28 am (UTC)Her heart stutters in her chest, just a touch. "That's not why I ran. Or-- not all of it." She couldn't deny that the very idea of who he was had put her in flight mode, it had. Death is inexorable, and how is someone who can only call the growing things into life going to stop it or even be meant to be with him for so much as a second of time?
But she looks at him now, with none of the trepidation she'd had before. Just curiosity, and a desire to tell him more -- if he'll let her. "No one's touched me like that. Or kissed me, or--" Certainly no one had ever done anything like what he had just done mere moments ago. "Or... that," she completed clumsily.
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Date: 2020-07-09 04:53 am (UTC)"No one's made me feel this way before," one nymph very long ago had him possessed with something that felt far more shallow to this. It was passing and over before it really began, it did not move the stars like this did, like she did. "Persephone," he kissed her hard but pulled away far enough to rest his forehead to hers after only a moment, keeping her body pulled snugly to his as his free arm looped back around her to allow his hand to splay across her back. "Did it make you happy?" His eyes are serious and hopeful, if there had ever been a young man in him, she might spot that in his gaze. "Will you see me again?"
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Date: 2020-07-10 04:35 am (UTC)One thing had not changed, and that was that she was still more suited to fields and forests than the halls where the rest of her kind lived -- or where most of them did. Hades did not live there, and neither did she, though there was a place for her if she wished it. Truthfully, she'd never wished anything less. The Olympian court was ruthless and sometimes violent, and her mother hadn't raised her there because of all that. But she could not avoid a summons, no matter how much she would like to, and so she went.
She let them greet her with kisses on her pink cheeks, exclaim over how well she looked, and tried to respond in kind. It felt awkward and she felt out of place, as she always did. Once they determined she wasn't going to provide any good gossip or even so much as stimulating conversation, the other young ones left her alone and she was able to disappear into the background.
Well. Almost.
Her presence was nothing of note, she always came when there was a summons, but Hades...
If there was someone who was almost infamously absent from Olympus at all times, it was him. The Underworld is always busy, and Hades is not one for mirth, she'd heard. She knew different now, she thought. If this was their narrow definition, perhaps they were right. But she'd seen him not as the hard, unfeeling tyrant of the dead, but someone gentle, and showing her more devotion than she'd ever known. Cold maybe in body, but she could be warm enough for the both of them.
So when he showed in the great hall, a chill and shadows clinging to him, it was noticeable. There was even a stillness for a moment that only death could bring, before Zeus roared welcome to his more solemn brother, and the party began to move again. After a moment you would hardly be able to tell that anything unusual had occurred at all. But Persephone knew. She remembered the feeling of fingers digging into her hips so hard that they had bruised, but another feeling so sweet of his mouth on her that she hadn't even noticed.
She knows he's watching her. She feels as though she might melt into the floor with the memory of it, like her skin might blister and burn under his gaze. She doesn't say anything -- doesn't know what to say -- simply feels the band of the ring cut into her skin when she clutches her skirts in her hands. There was no one to excuse herself to, so she simply stepped back, and back, until she found her way out into one of the many courtyards. More stone than growing things, and those growing things carefully curated to be just so, but it felt better than being in the cavernous room, feeling like everyone was staring at her being stared at.
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Date: 2020-07-10 06:34 am (UTC)He wanted her to want him enough to ask. He wanted to be certain she knew what she asked for when she did. He wanted her. Endlessly and with every fiber of his darkly threaded being he wanted to love her from the heights of the stars to the deepest places in Tartarus where horrible things dwelt, things that somehow paled in comparison to trying to refute how she had made him feel. There was no power that mattered if it wasn’t spent for her happiness.
It was torture to be without her, so much so that an invitation from Olympus - what would be a summons to anyone aside from himself or his brother Poseideon made him all the more restless. She would be there, but so would everyone else. Their colorful kind and their various foibles and drama. He didn’t belong in the light of the mountain, holding court at one side of Zeus while Hera and Poseidon flanked the other, mirth did little for Hades and the parties of the gods were more of a spectacle than they were anything else. It was and wasn’t his place, his dark throne in the pantheon around the fire so infrequently occupied he often wondered if someone else had dared to use it for themselves..
She would be there.
The burnt gold of the chain that held his dark cloak over his bare shoulders caught the sun as he made his appearance, knowing that for at least one brief moment he would bring the party to a halt. Predictably it was the booming voice of his brother, king of them all that set the scene in motion again as he was greeted and clapped on the back, ushered through the threshold by Zeus and welcomed as though he hadn never been gone.
Zeus was a wretch when it came to his consorts, but Hades could find reason to be glad of him all the same now and again.
The warmth of that greeting did not compare to catching sight of her for the first time. The warmth of the sun couldn’t hold a candle to that, nothing could. Her hair warmed by golden light, and the curves of her shape framed in fabric he yearned to ball his fists into and wrench from her body while he kissed her mouth with all the voracious fire he carried in his heart for her. Hades slouched low in his throne, goblet in one hand, helpless to do much more than watch her while he moved. Bidden or not his mind replayed the way she’d uttered his name as the taste of her fills his senses all over again. Her hands in his hair, the curves of her beneath his hands, warm and soft and everything that wars were fought and won for. She led and he followed helplessly, vanishing from his seat to materialize beside her in the courtyard, close enough to catch hold of her and pull her close but distant enough that an onlooker might believe that wasn’t what he meant to do.
“You’re beautiful,” she always was. In a starlit field or lit up by the gilded rays of heaven itself, and despite the controlled softness of his voice his eyes spoke volumes for the grip she held his heart in. “I’ve waited to see you again Persephone,” she wore his ring. He had seen it when he’d first entered, and he glanced at it now, his hand capturing hers to bring it to his mouth, kissing the backs of her fingers before gently turning her hand enough to kiss her wrist.
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Date: 2020-07-11 01:54 am (UTC)With very little maneuvering, she turned her hand to lace her fingers through his. Her ring was the only adornment between the two hands, warmed by her skin and cooled by his. "But I'm happy you are," she added quietly, as though someone may overhear her and make this meeting their business.
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Date: 2020-07-11 02:02 am (UTC)"Why I do anything now," he added softly against her knuckles, pressing one more kiss to her skin before his eyes focused on her face and he let their hands fall, taking a step closer to her as he did so. "For you," Hades concluded quietly, dark eyes drinking in her fair features. She knew, she had to, but he wouldn't tire of it - she was worthy of every scrap of adoration he had.
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Date: 2020-07-12 03:59 am (UTC)Her hand felt light in his, and she looked back to him. It was strange to see him in full sunlight; it was almost like the shadows became stronger in defiance, but at the same time didn't quite know where to go. Even when he'd come to her before in the daytime, they'd been under the cover of trees. "Does the sun not bother you?" she asked, curious.
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Date: 2020-07-12 08:11 pm (UTC)"I want to kiss you," Hades looked down at her face intently, uncertain if getting as close as he wanted to here was wise. "One day, you'll visit my house and see where I dwell."
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Date: 2020-07-13 03:20 am (UTC)She didn't hang on long -- not quite as long as she would have liked and definitely not as long as she knew he wanted, but she still wanted to be careful. "What is it like there?" She was also curious about that, and while she had imagined she was sure that she couldn't have come up with anything close to the reality.
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Date: 2020-07-13 03:41 am (UTC)Still that hardly mattered as her lips pressed to his and on impulse he slid his hand out, catching her waist to bring her closer against him - not holding him as snugly as he would have liked (though even their embraces in private fell short of all he desired) but keeping her near for as long as that kiss lasted. Her question was met with silence at first as he sought to find the words to describe his part of the world to someone who's innate nature was so contrary to it. "It's very different from here, dim and dark, and the trees aren't as kind as your rudest ones." He knew he must be painting a grim picture, but he hadn't lied to her before and Hades didn't intend to begin, not when things were going as well as they had been. "The Isles of the blessed are forever golden, but my kingdom isn't though it is grand in its own way and sparkles in what light there is with all the richness of the earth."
Seeing her here in the light of heaven, and knowing just how glorious she could be among the tall sweet grass as he struggled to describe his home Hades frowned, reaching up to cup her cheek with one hand. "You are all I cherish, and I would keep you beside me for all time if you would permit me to," he didn't say the rest, kissing her briefly instead of trying to admit that he was uncertain she would want all that his love entailed once she saw it for herself.
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Date: 2020-07-14 03:58 am (UTC)No, not favor. Respect. Like even if all of this was somehow beyond her, that was fine. She would know all, in due course. "Dark can be beautiful," she said, unsure of where her boldness was coming from, but it rose in her like a wellspring all the same.
It must have been the same source of how her heart beat riotously at the idea of belonging somewhere, to someone, simply because they wanted her there.
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Date: 2020-07-16 12:23 am (UTC)The corners of his lips twitched in a minuscule smile at her words and he ducked his head down slightly, his eyes lingering over each and every curve and angle of her face. "When you come, you will decide for yourself." His hand left her face, catching one of hers and bringing it to his lips to press warm, wanting kisses to the tender rises of her knuckles. "I want to see you again, soon," a brief flash of memory of the way she had uttered his name so warmly in the field that night paraded through his memory, and there was no concealing the way the recollection warmed his gaze. "Will you call for me tonight?"
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Date: 2020-07-16 01:34 am (UTC)"I will," she answered, her stomach taking a dip at her own certainty. Yes. "I promise."
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Date: 2020-07-16 01:49 am (UTC)"Until then?" He could linger beside her in the sunlight forever and watch it turn her skin to gold, but they would be noticed soon enough had they not been already.
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