#hvnaa

“how would you know?” the point is that they’re right. delanie hasn’t been happy in a while. she hasn’t been genuinely, truly, happy in a long time. she can’t remember the last time that she woke up and felt happy. usually she wakes up and feels angry and that’s part of why she goes for a run, to get rid of that energy. it doesn’t always work, though.

“mine. don’t worry about it.” delanie lets out a little breath, rubbing just underneath her nose to catch the blood. she lets out a slow breath, to keep it controlled - to stop it from shaking. it’s not the first time she’s gotten into a fight and it’s not going to be the last time, either. it’s just who she is.

Hades didn’t need to eat but he did enjoy good food, high end food honestly but in the presence of a mortal he wouldn’t be too picky about such things. With Hana he could be so when she mentioned food at nearly 1am he decided to put his kitchen to use. He had t taken her to the underworld and had no plans to, Hades had many homes on the earths crest. He did have a fully stocked bar, pantry and fridge and that was thanks to Minthe and he was thankful for it now. He decided on waffles, he didn't necessarily have easy snack food available unless she wanted a piece of fruit but that didn't seem like a true midnight snack, "Plain or should we add something?" The batter made and the waffle maker plugged in and hot on the counter, he was a god and he was fairly decent in the kitchen, he just never had any real use for it. "Is this an often occurrence for you? Getting hungry this early in the morning?" A soft smile on his lips as he asked the question, he was dressed in expensive sweat pants, an amount most people would find ridiculous for something just to sleep in but Hana was in one of his shirts that was just as expensive and also down near to her knees.

          “  riiight  ,  ”  dominique  replied  ,  voice  trailing  off  a  bit.  in  all  her  years  ,  she’d  served  many  different  kinds  of  customers  ..  but  a  rosy - faced  straight  man  who  was  rambling  about  his  newly  adopted  dog  ?  there  was  only  so  much  schmoozing  she  could  do.  “  that’s  awesome  ,  man.  ”  she  muttered  ,  casting  a  sideways  glance  towards  hana  as  she  scooped  his  empty  glass  off  the  counter.  the  two  of  them  weren’t  exactly  friends  ,  but  she  was  familiar  with  the  young  college  student──a  regular  at  their  location  ,  and  a  much  better  conversationalist  than  the  drunk  guy  they’d  been  chatting  with  for  the  last  thirty  minutes.  “  anything  else  i  can  get  for  you  ?  ”

monroe  laid  back  against  the  couch  without  protesting  the  move  ,  arms  still  wrapped  firmly  around  the  other  woman’s  neck.  she’d  long  since  perfected  the  art  of  delivering  an  effective  pout  ,  but  hana  had  yet  to  offer  her  a  real  kiss  ..  not  one  that  would  satisfy  her  cravings.  “  no  ,  ”  the  redhead  huffed  in  response  ,  fingers  tangling  in  the  mess  of  curls  the  hung  loosely  at  the  nape  of  hana’s  neck.  “  that’s  not  a  kiss.  ”  technically  speaking  ,  it  was  ..  but  that  was  not  the  point.  “  i  want  a  real  kiss  ,  ”  she  whispered  whilst  tilting  her  head  upwards  to  nudge  her  nose  against  hana’s.  “  don’t  be  such  a  tease  ,  baby.  you  know  i  don’t  like  to  be  kept  waiting.  ”

             “  have something,  ”  placid expression turns to something more subtly excited,  small smile at the corners of her lips  “  for you. ”   much of her work is something she feels rather neutrally about.  it’s just how she has to operate.  but it’s different when she gets to come here.  she enjoys the other woman’s company and sometimes,  her father pays for new art.  which gives her an excuse to make it to hana’s tastes.  magnolia carefully slides the bag off of her shoulder and onto a table.  delicate hands pull a wrapped canvas from the satchel.  it’s set down and the clothe is unfolded until she can turn it face side up for her companion to see.  it’s more abstract,  but it carries all the colors which remind her of hana,  traces of her face visible behind splatters and wide strokes.  

“      so   you’ve   been   tutoring   the   kids   for   a   while?      ”       dani   fiddles   with   her   hair  ,    weighing   her   words   carefully.       “      have   you   noticed   anything      --      strange   going   on   around   here?     you   know  ,    beyond   the   creepy   old   manor   thing.      ”

“Who’s blood is that?” That was the question that he wanted to know the answer to first and foremost. Was she covered in someone else’s blood, or was she bleeding? Figuring that out first would at least give Axel an idea of what to do next. If she was bleeding and had been desperate to get inside somewhere for safety, he would of course want to help. On the other hand, if the blood wasn’t hers, then that would bring on a whole new slew of questions. The last thing he wanted was having some sort of psycho murderer taking refuge in his house. If the cops traced her back to him and decided to investigate, then he’d be screwed for his own reasons.