Jun 21, 2019
“because you’re an annoying little shit, son.” she remarks dryly, looking up from the plants she’s attempting to re-pot. little known fact - there is a greenhouse in hell, and persephone blooms all sorts of things among the tables and shelves. gets her through the winter. she unburies her fingers and flicks a bit of dirt toward him. “but you’re my annoying little shit, so i’ll be as hard on you as i have to be.”
she wipes her fingers on her apron, though it only mostly removes damp earth. “i can’t ground you, but i ain’t afraid to take a switch to you. dead or not, it’ll still hurt like hell.”
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