Hades

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She sat comfortably between chaos and calm, her soul as impure as the others but without reason to hide it behind the facade. All of the other gods and goddesses were as mangled as these two yet only they were assumed to be the ones made of tainted goods. Persephone knew they saw what her and Hades had become, she wondered if it frightened them. For they had long doubted her but now she’d found the person who believed in her most. When the others would toss her aside as a countryside goddess now she was at the right hand of the god most accustomed to death. 

Each touch felt as electric as the first. She remembered when he stole her away from the Earth, and though she would never admit it she felt it even then. As difficult as it had been being without her mother Persephone believed her destiny lied here, with him. “If there is anything I know to be true about you it is that you take what is rightfully yours,” she said while her arms draped over his shoulder and her body drew closer to his. “You already did it once, and you hadn’t even asked my name then.” Her eyes met his, what was usually daggers softening into blooms. 

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Hades watched her, his sharp eyes examining every detail of her face like he was trying to memorize it. “I needed only to see the look in your eyes when I came to Olympus to know you didn’t belong there,” he said in reply, raising his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear so he could run the back of his fingers down her jawline. The truth was that the moment he’d decided to take her was a selfish one, but he was glad that he was right. She belonged with him. Not Zeus. “What are you craving to do?” He paused, hesitating before he continued, almost choking over the words. “...I have time.”

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She hated when he got beneath her skin, and even deeper than when he was annoying her to where she felt it in her heart. Like a morning glory she would feel the blossoming of her feelings. He knew the path to get in there just to see them in time. Persephone reached to him then, placing her hand gently atop his. “I could say the same about you,” she said moving her eyes up to catch his. If he only knew the crimes Apollo had done against her. The wrongs they had served to the Goddess of Spring. She knew he would ruin them. “We cannot be poisoned by their ideals, we see things how they truly are.”

Their closeness was palpable but she didn’t dare reach for it. “I don’t know what else I’d expect. The death don’t stop dying just because I miss their dealer.” Persephone tilted her head while a smile started to form for him. They always had that effect on one another. “As much as I love my adventures topside, I always come back, don’t I? I’m only a call away if you ever find yourself tired of the view in here.” Even if she wasn’t a prisoner, she’d return to him. Wouldn’t she?

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Hades physically sighed at Persephone’s touch. Her skin on his was as soft and supple as the petals of a flower, but as soft as she was, he knew she had thorns that were unforgiving if not handled with care. The allure of her dichotomy was electric, magnetic; she was impossible for him to shake from his mind. It distracted him - sometimes that was a good thing, he needed nice things to think about that weren’t oriented around dominating the cosmos and taking power from his brother. But then he worried that she was too much of a distraction.

But not today. He needed her today.

“That’s okay, the time will come when I will make them change their ideals - whether they like it or not,” Hades said firmly, flipping his hand underneath hers to grasp it tightly. He smiled at her admission to always return to him. “I would come find you if you didn’t,” he said with a simple tone, giving her a little tug of her hand to pull her in close to him. “I would break this world in half just to find you again and bring you home.”