#apategrace

“are you cold? you look like you’re freezing.”

“cross your heart?” she teased the other, nudging them a bit. “get it? heart, i’m a heart doctor... okay my puns haven’t gotten any better.”

Hades sat in the driver's seat of the black car, waiting patiently. Soon, there was a rush of people crowding around the woman he was waiting for. The back door opened and closed; Hades looked up in the rearview mirror, his eyes locking with Apate’s. ‘We need to talk.’ His voice was stern as he locked the doors and drove off. 

Tartarus stirred from his book at the sound of heels approaching him. He wasn’t expecting anyone to join him, and certainly was confused as to why Apate was making her way towards her. He watched intently as she moved; this would be an interesting way to spend his evening, not that the Niche in his hands was not tantalizing. ‘You look lovely. Humanity suits you.’ His smile was small but genuine.