#hotbloodcd

 ❧ || Closed starter for @hotbloodcd​

It wasn’t like her to be anxious like this, she was always so calm even when looking in the face of monstrous things. Jitters vibrated her kneecaps, hands and of course, her ankles. It had been so long since she had last seen him and she wasn’t sure what to expect. She wondered why it was that he hadn’t sought her out yet. It added a great deal of worry that weighed down her thoughts. He had his reasons, she assumed. After all, they would have to be discreet.  Which is why she was dressed head to toe in black and her face was covered by a black veil.  Initially the thought would make it seem like she stuck out more, but she figured it would be a natural sight around the funeral home.

Hiding the picnic basket behind her back, she knocked on the door of what appeared to be his office. Hopefully he wasn’t too busy and he would be in a good mood.  Otherwise this spontaneous rendezvous  would have been planned for nought.  “Hello? I’m looking for a Hayden Zeveros, I was told this was his office, is he in?” She asked sounding as if she had been sobbing. “I heard he was the one to talk to about my husband.” she pretended to sniffle, which was a great contrast to the smirk she wore under her veil. 

One thing she had noticed about being in his domain for so long was that there was no real indicator of day or night. It was fairly easy to lose track of time down here. If you were to ask her how long she had been with the god she wouldn’t be able to answer. Days, weeks, months? She didn’t know, they all seemed to run together.  The pitter-patter of tiny hellish feet was hard to miss as the teal and magenta minions approached. “ Hit the bricks, sister!!” the stout one barked. “ L-lord Ha-ades would like to see you.” the second one reiterated, hoping to sound more polite even while still cowering and hiding behind the shorter minion.

Getting to her feet she followed the minions to where the god was waiting. They gave little detail to what the reason of this meeting were, which left her a little unsure of what to expect when she saw him but she’d still honor her word and answer his call.  When seeing him she bowed out of respect. “ You sent for me, my lord?” she rose to her feet, hands clasped together behind her back. “ Is there something I can do for you?” 

Surprise wasn’t a strong enough word to convey Hades’s response to the kiss. Shock, confusion, it all rolled into one overwhelming emotion. Their banter these days often ended in tension that went unrequited. Hades was, more often than not, the one to back away and push urges down—not an easy thing for a god to do, let alone one mostly isolated and confined to the depths of the earth. And those urges were so familiar yet so foreign; the desire for a certain goddess of spring he once loved had consumed him to act irrationally—yet expected for a god. And so he tried hard not to let history repeat itself.

But the kiss caught him off-guard. With hands on either side of the throne he sat in, she’d trapped him in his seat. And he’d blame his state of bewilderment for the fact that he didn’t push her away the moment she did. Cold lips melted under the warmth of her kiss, his lips parting in response to the deepening of it. He knew he should stop this before anything happened, before rumors could swirl or spin out of his control. But maybe…he could enjoy it…just a moment longer…

She hoped he would show her mercy for being bold enough to make the first move--well, a move. She was only a mortal and the tension that had developed between them had become too much for her and merciful Aphrodite...it felt so good. It filled her with such a euphoria to not only have a release for all that built up tension and the touch starvation she’d always carried that she felt like she could cry. Her hands were trembling as she rested them on either side of his neck. 

She let it deepen just a little bit more, allowing herself this moment for selfishness. She couldn’t keep pretending like their longing glances and playful exchanges didn’t mean anything to her because the way her heart was pounding right now would prove she was lying. 

@hotbloodcd sent: 👀 (Shirt meme)

The only part of her that even felt a chill was the shoulder that was exposed through the neck-hole in the over sized chiton. The lavender peplos she usually wore had been undone and now rested as a pool of fabric on the stone floor. She was practically swimming in his attire but she found a way to make it work. “ I, uh, hope you don’t mind.  I got cold after you left and this was the first thing I found. ”  

Romantic Alphabet  (accepting) 

It’s ironic that this one was labeled ‘moonlight’ because she is obsessed with it. All those sleepless nights lead to  a great appreciation for the beauty of the moon. For her, she’s actually a really simplistic girl when it comes to dates.  She doesn’t need any special place or fancy thing to make the night perfect. She’s so touch/attention starved that she’s satisfied just by having her date’s attention.

• With Hercules, her ideal date was actually her first date. Seeing a play then going out for a walk in the moonlight that lead to an intimate conversation under the stars.

• With Helga she’s happy just to get to hold her hand and openly express the way that they feel for each other. 

• With Rowan she’d adore anything where it could be just the two of them for a little while, even if it was only a couple of minutes that they were able to sneak away for a smooch or a couple of whispered words. 

• And with Hades she just likes getting to occupy the same space with him. 

The previous day’s events seemed like such a blur to her but the reality that she really taken her father’s place as prisoner of the realm of death was starting to sink in. It was a scary thought that she might never see the sun again, but she knew that she had done the right thing. Her father is a king and his people needed him more than they would ever need her. She always knew that one day she would have to make a sacrifice for the sake of the crown, if this was it then so be it.   Sitting on the floor of the throne room she looked around at the architecture that was carved out of brimstone. It was a great contrast to the carved marble she was use to but she imagined that no one ever really had the chance to observe it like she did now.  Souls seemed to just pass through. After a while she thought she could hear the god approaching--she wasn’t exactly sure why he had wanted to have an audience with her. Or rather, she wasn’t sure what to expect by granting his request. Hopefully his intentions wouldn’t be too malicious. “Is that you, my lord? The imps informed me you wished to see me.”

                    Couldn't have done it without you,                                 sugar, sweetheart, babe.

It was something she used to. Since meeting him she’d cleaned him up after a scuffle more times than she could even remember. Parts of her still wanted to argue that he didn’t need to indulge in so many fights--but she knew it was just a part of who he was. He had a fire inside of him that quite literally came out when he was upset.  “You know, you won’t always be this lucky. One day you will get in a fight and something will happen to this handsome face. And then what would you do?” she murmured as she offered him a clean rag and an apple. “It’s time to clean the wound. Would you rather bite the apple or the rag?”