#needs more practice

“How much work could you possibly have left, Hades?” She sits on the couch in his office, feet up on the arm, “Everyone else has already gone home.”

“Feel free to leave, if you’re so inclined.” He glances upwards to see her pouting, “Oh don’t be so sour. You know exactly why I have to stay late.”

The pout is quickly replaced by a grin, “Now why would that be, I wonder? All this time I thought you liked me keeping you in bed late.”

He shakes his head, knowing full well she’s trying to get a rise out of him, “You enjoy being insufferable.”

“Insufferable, you say?” She sits up, “Thats not how I remember it.” She lets her hands drift upwards towards the ceiling, the faint glow of creation magicks upon them. She brings life to shimmering purple vines that twist and grow along the ceiling and drape down the walls. She sits back, admiring her work.

“Azem.”

“Yes, my dearest Hades?”

“This is not helping your case.”

“Hmph. They’ll go away once you stop working, you know. So I say they do help my case.”

He sighs. She was just as stubborn as he was, and knew she wouldn’t return home without him, “Give me one hour to finish this, then we’ll leave, but you must stop bothering me.”

“Deal!” She lays back on the couch once more, humming quietly and admiring her own handiwork as the vines continue to shift through different shades of purple.

He continues to work, but finds his thoughts drifting elsewhere. Ever the early riser, she was, unlike himself. She’d often wake him while the sun rose, orange and red streaking across the bedroom wall, soft kisses pulling him away from his drowsy state of mind. A force of nature all on her own, he used to find her exasperating, not worth the headache. She would bend the rules or not follow them at all, would cause chaos simply in defiance. Wherever she went she left a mark behind.

And then, slowly, he felt a shift. He would find himself watching her from afar as she made her creations; admiring the softness in her features as she sat deep in thought, the gentle way she smiled when her creations were adored by others. She had yet to create something unappealing, every plant she made was a marvel. It took him an embarrassingly long time to admit his feelings for her, and when he finally did she took his hand, kissed his knuckles and said, “I look forward to seeing these hidden sides of you, Emet Selch.”

He is drawn away from his thoughts by the unusual silence, and looking up from his desk he sees that she’s fast asleep. He stifles a laugh, how typical of her. He shuffles the rest of the papers on his desk into the drawer, the rest can be done tomorrow.

He makes his way over to her, amused that all her pestering had tired her out. He gently lifts her from the couch, carrying her towards the door. She rouses only enough to wrap her arms around him, fingers twirling through his long hair as she hides her face in the crook of his neck.

“You love me, don’t you Hades,” she murmurs, still on the cusp of sleep, most likely unaware of what’s she’s saying.

played around with a few new brushes today! You can’t tell me that my baby boy wore always white as an apprentice! that’s just not true.