And of the midnight picnic [Closed/Complete]
Characters: Hades & Persephone
Date/Time: After this.
Location: Hades' apartment.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: A little meeting.
It was Hades. Just Hades.
It was something she continued to inform herself as she took the stairs up to his place. But it wasn't true, oh no. This Hades didn't even know her beyond her parentage and their online meetings. She was a mystery to him. He was not entirely a mystery to her. And though she could boast of an advantage, she didn't feel it.
He was not pricked by Eros' arrow. He was not in love with her, unconditionally and without a doubt. She felt more of a niece rather than a wife when, once upon a time, she had only ever felt like a wife. Though she wouldn't dare say 'Uncle', it was on her mind more often and not even as a tease.
Her fingers touched her chin as she considered how much of a disadvantage she was at herself. She couldn't kiss him, could not embrace him. Such things were much, much too awkward. It would be a terrible idea to run her fingers over his arm before taking it. And sitting too close to him?
Uncomfortable indeed.
Now 12F was in her face and she was out of time to think. Chin up, she lifted a hand and knocked.
It was not Hades who answered the door, it was a woman- a maid clearly who opened the door and ushered Persephone in. She spoke very softly and guided her to the living room. It wasn't really a big apartment but Hades still liked his comforts and if he could afford it, he would do so. The woman left quietly as she had appeared, leaving Persephone in the living room where her husband was sitting reading something- a newspaper.
He paused and looked up at her and then he rose from his chair. He did it out of politeness and propriety than anything else. He was curious but he also was unwilling to give in too much. He made no move towards her, choosing to wait for her move.
"Good afternoon, Persephone."
She couldn't help thinking that a staircase built between their apartments would grant them both more room. He was directly above her. Then she recalled their current situation and the thought fluttered away.
The maid had been thanked quickly before Persephone's attention went to Hades. The urge to move to his side was strong. It's where she had been for so long. Either with her mother or him. Always at someone's side. Freedom was a beautiful thing but it was also too new.
Her lashes lowered as she took him in again. After having her fill, she moved toward him, only stopped at what was a reasonable couple of feet. Nothing too intimate but nothing too far. "Good afternoon, Hades. You look very well." Her lips curved. "Mortal life has not hurt you, it seems."
It probably would be a good idea to do that with their apartments, though the apartment manager would probably not like that. Hades watched her carefully, trying hard to shield any sort of reaction of thoughts- if only out of knowledge that she knew him well. "Apparently not, please have a seat." He gestured to several seats around, for her to pick whichever. He shouldn't be but he was judging her carefully by her moves and words. He needed to know how to handle this.
The table had a bottle of pomegranate smoothie and other fruits in a bowl. "If you are thirsty."
How curious that he seemed to be trying to replicate an old memory. Or well... an old memory for her.
In her opinion, the manager was there to cater to them. Perhaps she couldn't shake the queen mindset (and really didn't want to) but the little man should not dictate their new lives.
Then the bottle was noted and Persephone couldn't help but smile. Old memory indeed. Though that had been one where she had been tricked, she couldn't ever bring herself to regret what happened or hate him for it. Leaning over, she plucked up the smoothie bottle.
"If I am?" she asked, eyes cast down and examining the bottle. Then she looked for glasses. "I think I am. But it would be so odd to drink from a bottle. I don't find that to be tasteful."
"There is one here." He plucked one from the table by his chair and reached over to take the bottle from her and pour it out. Yes, he was a jerk but yes he did know his manners too. Especially if he was treating his queen or future queen. She had a queenly air about her and Hades would not move down to make childish snipes or rude behaviour because of that.
"I hope they are to your taste." He pours it out and then offers the glass to her.
Lightly, her fingers wrapped around the glass, brushing against his own for a brief moment. It triggered a small smile and she took the glass away from him, lifting it to her lips.
"Without a doubt, without a single uncertainty," she breathed before taking a long swallow.
He watched her do that with some sort of strange fascination and he could almost taste - something - and it was something that Hades was sure he would like. Something he was sure he would want. Slowly she took a long swallow and it delighted him.
"Persephone, you are an interesting, curious creature." And he meant that very fondly. Well, as fondly as Hades could mean anything.
Of course it would. There was a definite lack of innocence and she certainly knew what would appease him. This was acceptance of him as a man she belonged to willingly. No tricks, no arrow but she made the choice to let herself be his. Devour what he gave. It didn't mean they would fall into the same pattern as she knew. No, time was still required.
The glass lowered. Her tongue made a slow trace over her lower lip, then her upper one, assuring herself there was no trace of the smoothie there. "A generous compliment."
"A suitable one." She was fascinating, and Hades was watching her again. That slow movement of her tongue along her lips, it didn't stir his blood in lust but in something else. Wonderful curiosity and just.... appreciation of her beauty. "So tell me, what do you do in this mortal world? Are you requiring anything? It would not do to leave you unprovided."
Not after seeing her, she was his and as such what was his got protection, got benefits- as long as they belonged to him.
At last, she took a seat, setting the glass down on the table for now. "I have a business. A landscaping one. It will flourish in time but, as far as I know, I don't need anything. It seems I'm set nicely and Grandfather was considerate."
Chin lifting, she returned his inquiry with the same question. "What is it that you do? Or, rather, would you like for me to know at all?"
"I lead the mortal underworld of this city." Hades replies with some pride and ease. He is very much pleased of his achievements so far but he was never keen on discussing his business. "It is dangerous so I try not to involve vulnerable individuals." Sometimes.
No, his wife was not what he expected and he was not done wandering about her at all. If anything he was more intrigued by her.
"There are too many reasons for vulnerable individuals to not be involved. Aside from incompetence, they are easy targets and just a few more bodies to bury." Her finger traced the rim of the glass. "An annoying fact. But you have been gifted with a good position. You sound so proud, too. I'm pleased you weren't cheated.
"I'm also pleased you didn't hesitate to tell me. Thank you."
Hades inclined his head, a sign that he was well pleased by her answer and her common sense. Yes, apparently he had not married a weak woman, but one who indeed- as she said- stood tall and firm by his side. The Lord of the Underworld felt something akin to gratefulness towards Eros for a brief moment before lifting his eyes to Persephone and offering a slight smile.
"You're welcome, stay a while, I believe, wife we have much to discuss."
All her heart went into the smile she showed him even as her reply was as composed as any other reply she had given him. "I have all the time in the world for you, husband."
Date/Time: After this.
Location: Hades' apartment.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: A little meeting.
It was Hades. Just Hades.
It was something she continued to inform herself as she took the stairs up to his place. But it wasn't true, oh no. This Hades didn't even know her beyond her parentage and their online meetings. She was a mystery to him. He was not entirely a mystery to her. And though she could boast of an advantage, she didn't feel it.
He was not pricked by Eros' arrow. He was not in love with her, unconditionally and without a doubt. She felt more of a niece rather than a wife when, once upon a time, she had only ever felt like a wife. Though she wouldn't dare say 'Uncle', it was on her mind more often and not even as a tease.
Her fingers touched her chin as she considered how much of a disadvantage she was at herself. She couldn't kiss him, could not embrace him. Such things were much, much too awkward. It would be a terrible idea to run her fingers over his arm before taking it. And sitting too close to him?
Uncomfortable indeed.
Now 12F was in her face and she was out of time to think. Chin up, she lifted a hand and knocked.
It was not Hades who answered the door, it was a woman- a maid clearly who opened the door and ushered Persephone in. She spoke very softly and guided her to the living room. It wasn't really a big apartment but Hades still liked his comforts and if he could afford it, he would do so. The woman left quietly as she had appeared, leaving Persephone in the living room where her husband was sitting reading something- a newspaper.
He paused and looked up at her and then he rose from his chair. He did it out of politeness and propriety than anything else. He was curious but he also was unwilling to give in too much. He made no move towards her, choosing to wait for her move.
"Good afternoon, Persephone."
She couldn't help thinking that a staircase built between their apartments would grant them both more room. He was directly above her. Then she recalled their current situation and the thought fluttered away.
The maid had been thanked quickly before Persephone's attention went to Hades. The urge to move to his side was strong. It's where she had been for so long. Either with her mother or him. Always at someone's side. Freedom was a beautiful thing but it was also too new.
Her lashes lowered as she took him in again. After having her fill, she moved toward him, only stopped at what was a reasonable couple of feet. Nothing too intimate but nothing too far. "Good afternoon, Hades. You look very well." Her lips curved. "Mortal life has not hurt you, it seems."
It probably would be a good idea to do that with their apartments, though the apartment manager would probably not like that. Hades watched her carefully, trying hard to shield any sort of reaction of thoughts- if only out of knowledge that she knew him well. "Apparently not, please have a seat." He gestured to several seats around, for her to pick whichever. He shouldn't be but he was judging her carefully by her moves and words. He needed to know how to handle this.
The table had a bottle of pomegranate smoothie and other fruits in a bowl. "If you are thirsty."
How curious that he seemed to be trying to replicate an old memory. Or well... an old memory for her.
In her opinion, the manager was there to cater to them. Perhaps she couldn't shake the queen mindset (and really didn't want to) but the little man should not dictate their new lives.
Then the bottle was noted and Persephone couldn't help but smile. Old memory indeed. Though that had been one where she had been tricked, she couldn't ever bring herself to regret what happened or hate him for it. Leaning over, she plucked up the smoothie bottle.
"If I am?" she asked, eyes cast down and examining the bottle. Then she looked for glasses. "I think I am. But it would be so odd to drink from a bottle. I don't find that to be tasteful."
"There is one here." He plucked one from the table by his chair and reached over to take the bottle from her and pour it out. Yes, he was a jerk but yes he did know his manners too. Especially if he was treating his queen or future queen. She had a queenly air about her and Hades would not move down to make childish snipes or rude behaviour because of that.
"I hope they are to your taste." He pours it out and then offers the glass to her.
Lightly, her fingers wrapped around the glass, brushing against his own for a brief moment. It triggered a small smile and she took the glass away from him, lifting it to her lips.
"Without a doubt, without a single uncertainty," she breathed before taking a long swallow.
He watched her do that with some sort of strange fascination and he could almost taste - something - and it was something that Hades was sure he would like. Something he was sure he would want. Slowly she took a long swallow and it delighted him.
"Persephone, you are an interesting, curious creature." And he meant that very fondly. Well, as fondly as Hades could mean anything.
Of course it would. There was a definite lack of innocence and she certainly knew what would appease him. This was acceptance of him as a man she belonged to willingly. No tricks, no arrow but she made the choice to let herself be his. Devour what he gave. It didn't mean they would fall into the same pattern as she knew. No, time was still required.
The glass lowered. Her tongue made a slow trace over her lower lip, then her upper one, assuring herself there was no trace of the smoothie there. "A generous compliment."
"A suitable one." She was fascinating, and Hades was watching her again. That slow movement of her tongue along her lips, it didn't stir his blood in lust but in something else. Wonderful curiosity and just.... appreciation of her beauty. "So tell me, what do you do in this mortal world? Are you requiring anything? It would not do to leave you unprovided."
Not after seeing her, she was his and as such what was his got protection, got benefits- as long as they belonged to him.
At last, she took a seat, setting the glass down on the table for now. "I have a business. A landscaping one. It will flourish in time but, as far as I know, I don't need anything. It seems I'm set nicely and Grandfather was considerate."
Chin lifting, she returned his inquiry with the same question. "What is it that you do? Or, rather, would you like for me to know at all?"
"I lead the mortal underworld of this city." Hades replies with some pride and ease. He is very much pleased of his achievements so far but he was never keen on discussing his business. "It is dangerous so I try not to involve vulnerable individuals." Sometimes.
No, his wife was not what he expected and he was not done wandering about her at all. If anything he was more intrigued by her.
"There are too many reasons for vulnerable individuals to not be involved. Aside from incompetence, they are easy targets and just a few more bodies to bury." Her finger traced the rim of the glass. "An annoying fact. But you have been gifted with a good position. You sound so proud, too. I'm pleased you weren't cheated.
"I'm also pleased you didn't hesitate to tell me. Thank you."
Hades inclined his head, a sign that he was well pleased by her answer and her common sense. Yes, apparently he had not married a weak woman, but one who indeed- as she said- stood tall and firm by his side. The Lord of the Underworld felt something akin to gratefulness towards Eros for a brief moment before lifting his eyes to Persephone and offering a slight smile.
"You're welcome, stay a while, I believe, wife we have much to discuss."
All her heart went into the smile she showed him even as her reply was as composed as any other reply she had given him. "I have all the time in the world for you, husband."