#ephades

Trish stretched slowly, taking in a deep breath as she emerged from sleep. A smile immediately crossed her face as she took in her surroundings and the previous day’s events came swimming back. She’d gone to Hades’ gym at around noon with a mission and nobody was going to stop her. With a determined look, she stared down Vincent, told him she was taking her husband away for their anniversary and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. She figured Hades wouldn’t be mad about the break but she kept quiet about her plans until they got to the airport (she’d already packed their bags). It would’ve been pretty impressive for her to keep him in the dark once they’d gotten to the gate but the signs all said ‘Hawaii’ so there was no use in being too coy. There she told him what she had planned. Trish had been getting everything ready for a while at that point. She’d rented a house right on the beach, no need to deal with any hotel guests or employees – they would have the place to themselves. If Hades felt like keeping up a light workout through the week, there was a home gym he could use. Trish just figured they both needed some time away from work and what better excuse than their anniversary was there? A week dedicated to them, though some might say that they live their entire life that way. That didn’t matter; it didn’t make the event any less important.

The Walking Dead Experience

Trish grinned at her husband as he approached her outside of the venue. She could only assume he was starting to get an idea, especially with the various zombies meandering near the entrance for advertisement purposes. The only thing she'd told him in the message to meet her was that he should dress ready to move, that could easily mean plenty of things and she hoped it had it's proper effect in making him think. In the past, she'd been really excited about things she'd done for his birthday but this year she was particularly pleased with the outcome. Taking a hint from his zombie themed party a few years before, she decided to amplify it by bringing him to the Walking Dead Experience which was thankfully making it's way through their town. It was set up within a warehouse, a giant obstacle course of survival situations where people made-up as zombies tried to pin you down and only at the end of the entire course did you know if you lived. But that wasn't all they were doing, they had the ticket that allowed them to run through twice - once as survivors and once as the very zombies trying to bring down humanity. They'd get professional make-up done and she knew, just knew, that it would lead to some hilarious interactions with her husband. They'd done it before with less, now it was as if it would be a crime not to.

"You ready to survive?" she leaned up and kissed him in greeting as she took his hand and led him to the entrance, "now, don't go abandoning your wife if things get sticky," Trish winked. It wasn't actually something she thought he'd do. They were that couple, even in a make believe situation, that would stick by each other. They could be pretty competitive too, but this time she figured it would be a different atmosphere. Maybe later on when they're playing the part of zombie that might change, see who can spook the most survivors. As they entered the course, it started out a little slow as just a few zombies would meander forwards that were easy to avoid. But before you could sink into a sense of comfort or annoyance at the simplicity there was a horde around the corner. Then the energy ramped up as they had to crawl through tunnels, climb over cars and occasionally scale a wall in order to keep away from the zombies. Trish had heard that this course was a good bit of cardio but she hadn't quite expected this much, though she was having a ton of fun and hoped Hades was too. Finally, the end of the course was in sight but it was past a large group of zombies and some intense obstacles. She took a sidelong glance at her husband and jokingly made a dramatic declaration of love, "If we die in here, be proud that your wife was the hottest piece of ass and that she loves you."

Meeting Hades had been the best thing to happen to her in her entire life. He was her ever constant love, and if it were at all possible – she felt as if she had loved him from the moment they met. Sure, there were things standing in their way, and rules that were bent in order for them to fully experience each other, but their obvious attraction, their chemistry, their bond would withstand it all. He was a compliment to her in every way. He was her beacon of hope, her anchor, her confident in every sense of the word. Trish couldn’t possibly quantify exactly how much she loved him because the number itself would break the scales. They were fated for each other. She was his queen, his Goddess. They were already in love before their minds caught up with their souls intertwining. It was perfection, exactly as they were for each other. From then on, it was their story in the making.

And now here they were, a year into marriage and she was elated. It was the first year of the beginnings of their lives as husband and wife. And that year had gone so well for them. They had a new home, a new city to claim as their own. He was working his dream job and she finally had a gallery show of her own in the making. It was as if their union had just put everything into the perfect place.

With him as her very own, the smile would never leave her face.

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Trish stood in the middle of the studio she’d been renting out, staring forward at the large picture windows. The sun was setting; the canvases around the room were lit with bright gold hues as well as the overhead lighting. In a way, it made the art on them look better and she mentally tucked that concept away in the back of her mind. She’d remember that for when it was time for her show. It was still a time away, but now she was offering Hades a bit of a preview. He’d seen her working on maybe a piece here or there but he’d never truly seen the big picture of the collection. It was coming together in a way she could be proud of, and she found it quite lucky that it had clicked so close to their anniversary. What better way to start their evening then something so close to her heart?

And hopefully to his surprise, something close to his as well. He was her inspiration after all.

None of the images on the canvases were strictly referential; she didn’t paint any obvious portraits. But when you looked around at them as a whole collection, you could see a theme. Almost like glimpses into a dream, into memories depicted in bright colors. He’d know after looking around the room exactly what had inspired her. Their life together, the happiness she felt with him. The bright hues of a Hawaiian sunset cascading over one canvas, the soft blues of Greece in another. There were no actual locations, but the emotions were clear. She’d never been more connected to a group of paintings before, let alone a collection. When she heard him come in, she greeted him with a long and passionate kiss, wishing him a happy anniversary without actually saying the words. There’d be a nice dinner where they could talk, right now she wanted him to just look without her giving any unintentional prompts. She wanted to see his unaided reaction. Pulling back from the kiss, she pressed her index finger against his lips to keep him quiet before tugging him further into the room. Her hand remained holding his as she showed him her work.

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hades-epirus-aidoneus:

He made sure his smile was warm as to let her know he was tremendously happy at her sight just caught off guard. The guys had played many jokes on him when he first got here to see what type of guy he was. Soon they loosened up but they still loved to mess with him because they found it hilarious. He was just glad that the atmosphere was great rather than the other way around. He returned the kiss almost wanting it to last but also knowing that it was best not to. Mostly because he was curious of her sudden visit. “Ah, well maybe I can help you. I won’t be here much longer just have to do a few things but that’s only if you would like my company,” he grins. His blue eyes take in the scene of the gym as she comments over it and he nods. “Just a bunch of grown men punching each other in the face or grappling another to the ground.” Hades then realized how that last part sounded and chuckled while shaking his head. “Maybe you should sign up so I can be grappling you to the ground.”

Trish tugged her husband from bed, offering him kisses and promises to make it up to him later. “When we get back, I promise, you can do whatever you damn well please. A nap. A thorough and properly enjoyable punishment. Anything, and I will provide it,” she suggested, well aware that it was only barely past four in the morning. The early hour would hopefully be forgot as soon as they got to where they were going, but for the moment she knew she needed to turn on every last bit of charm she had. She had actually been awake for the last hour, too eager for her plan to get any more rest. Instead she laid with her husband, snuggled close and listening to his heart beat to lull her into a thoroughly relaxed state. Once the alarm went off, she got to work at easing him awake with gentle kisses across his torso then up his neck and to a long lingering one as she reached his lips. The time would register; the still very dark outside world would alert him to how early it truly was. “Mon cher,” she cooed, kissing him on the lips as she pulled him towards the closet, “I promise, once you see it you’ll understand just why I had to have you up this early. We can sleep the day away afterwards; as long as we spend it together then I am happy.” Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, she smiled and hoped that she was hitting her mark. Hoped that she was convincing him that waking up incredibly early, just this once, would be worth it for her.