it's a puzzle undone [Closed/Complete]
Characters: Hades & Persephone
Date/Time: Thursday night.
Location: Club, classy dance club
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: The Rulers of the Underworld spend time together, stuff. \o
Dancing had not been on her mind when they had stepped out. She had been more focused on the idea of drinks and, well, being with her husband. It was such an odd concept to be out on a date with him when, once before, he had just swept in, taken her and that was that.
But if there would be dancing then the gold and black sari-inspired dress was the right choice. The length was no longer than mid-thigh which dragged up higher when she sat down (legs oh-so-modestly crossed). And the remaining fabric had been sewn carefully where it would naturally fall over her left shoulder so it would never get in her way. A good portion of her back was exposed, particularly since she had curled her hair and pinned it up to keep it tidy and away from her swinging gold chandelier earrings. Strappy gold heels and bangles on her arms completed the look.
Lifting her drink to her lips, she eyed her husband, wondering when he would bring up dancing at all. And then she wondered if this mortal body could move the same way her immortal one could. Especially on stiletto heels.
Well, this would be interesting
Hades was not paying attention to Persephone, well he was and he was not. His elbows on the table, chin on the back of his hands he was watching the dance floor with a certain pensive look. He had invited Persephone out on this...date, because he wanted to see something. What? Well, Hades was not entirely sure, but dressed in a fine tailored suit, with silver cuffs and a matching silk tie he looked like an adequate date for her.
His wife (future wife) was attracting attention, but somehow that only made Hades feel pleased. He liked to have nice things and he liked when people envied him having something they could not have.
In that same way, he didn't like being challenged for what was his, however that was not something that applied to this moment. After a while he turned to his drink and took a sip of that before turning his attention to his wife. He was silent - because come on, Hades was not particularly chatty - but he seemed willing to open up, as much as he could.
Pale lips curved into a soft smile when he granted her attention at last. She wasn't expected a conversation. Why did words have to matter so much? His action of bringing her here spoke volumes. While she could carry a conversation well enough she was content to hum under her breath to the music being played, one dainty foot moving back and forth slightly.
And even if he wasn't look at the dance floor now, she turned to observe it, glass lifting to her lips as she did so. After a sip or two, she spoke.
"Have you gone dancing much in your free time? What do you do when you're not busy?"
It was lucky- and Hades had not realized that yet- that she already knew him and his actions better than his words. Hades tilted his head to the side slightly to look back to the dance floor. "In all honesty, no, I do not often dance in my free time." Just to satisfy Lethe, that was a small pleasure. "Most of the time I am busy, it seems to be a habit that cannot be shaken, no matter what is done." Mortality or not. He lifts his fingers and touches the side of his glass before moving to offer his hand to her.
"Shall we dance, then?" In his actions was the implication that he wanted to see if she could dance. If she could hold his attention in another way, Hades though she might, but he was reserving judgement. He needed time, he needed to assess the situation and see.
See her. Not Persephone but the Iron Queen. His queen.
"Oh Lethe," she breathed, perking up. Jealousy wasn't an emotion she knew well at all. Her trust in Hades was solid. "Isn't she exquisite? And such a good and sweet river. I'm glad."
His hand noted then, she seemed to brighten further and laid her hand in his, bangles clinking. "We shall." As she rose up, she shut her eyes for a moment, sent up a prayer that her heels would not cause a disaster and she wouldn't embarrass herself or Hades.
Flats might have been a better idea but they just didn't do the look any justice. Opening her eyes, she lifted her chin and offered him a confident smile.
Hades would go slow, he would let her set the pace for now and then he would test her limits. Again, like with Lethe, he was a perfect gentleman with his hands and keeping a proper distance from her. He did allow a few fingers to brush her bare back as he settled his hand there, but he would never admit to such weakness. Sex was not something on his mind, it was beyond that. What had Eros' arrow done to him? He wondered.
The music started up again and Hades began to move with ease.
To her credit, she didn't bat a lash when she felt his fingers against her exposed flesh. But then she was used to it, accepted it all too easily. Her arms slipped around his neck (blessed heels gave her a little more height to do that more comfortably) and she swayed to the music, falling naturally into place.
There was suggestion in the way her hips moved but a modest distance from his own as this was not the time for such things. There was little to be done about her breasts, however, but they were both adults here. If they so happened to graze against his chest, well, she would live. And she hoped he wouldn't make a comment about that.
Persephone often wondered what that arrow had done, too. She didn't believe it had changes Hades into another man, no. Or maybe that's what she had always liked to believe.
At least she could find out now
If anything it was Hades who was unprepared for this, of course he was not his brother to make crude comments or draw attention when her breast did graze against his chest. He'd have mortal woman here place a lot of attention on him, but he had never desired anything from them. They couldn't say anything that interested him, do anything that amused him or just... understand him really.
Persephone was allowed her sway of hips and little moves. She was used to being his, his wife and Hades would live with that.
She didn't feel as fluid as Lethe did in his arms, but then he supposed that was their thing. His and Lethe's - how odd. To have such an intimate bond on a mortal level with his river. Hades put those thoughts aside and lifted his chin slightly. He twirled her in his arms and pulled her close. In and then out.
There were no apologetic smile or looks when there was an intimate brush of her against him. If Hades wanted to get to know her then this was one very good way. Her fingers, once locked behind his neck, loosened, the thumb of one hand very gently finding and stroking the bones of his neck. Only then she did look at him to make sure he didn't mind.
Rivers were meant to be fluid. It was only right. Persephone had her own way, allowing herself to fall into a semi-trance of movement and music. And when she was cast away for a twirl, she sent up a second prayer that she would remain balanced (really, she should have practiced more in the apartment with a broom!) and a third in thanks when she was back near him.
There was no disguising her relief or the amused smile. "I was certain I was going to snap my ankle there," she admitted lowly.
He bristled instantaneously, more out of reflex than of actual discomfort, but Hades didn't make a move to push her away or try to break away from the touch. He merely assumed that she would understand why he had tensed for a second and then allowed it to be. There was something fascinating about her, in her own way, she didn't need to be fluid like Lethe. She already had her own way and that was sufficient for him.
That kept him entranced.
Her admission caused Hades to crack a smile, "I'll go slower and be careful."
And he kept said promise, he moved slower and relaxed a few turns, making sure to keep her firmly in his arms while he did so in order to keep her on her feet. Eventually she would learn, after all this was the first time and perhaps there would be other times.
A few curls near her cheek bobbed as she tilted her head, contentment clear in her smile. "Nonsense. I'll never learn if you're too gentle. Still," she mused out loud, conceding her own way now. "Breaking a heel or losing my balance won't be delightful. Very well, slow and careful."
And the next time, she would rethink the length and sturdiness of her heels. For all the height and grace these offered her, practice was needed first. Still, there was one good thing from all this. She was being kept even closer and she wasn't about to complain about that result. One hand still remained behind his neck while the other rest comfortably on his shoulder.
"Modern dancing feels different." She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. "I miss dancing barefoot. And freeing." One eye opened. "Not that I object to being with you, Hades. Never would I."
"If you break an ankle because of my carelessness your mother would never forgive me, and neither would I." Well, he probably would. He spoke those words out of consideration for her than for his own benefit. It was not a usual thing for Hades to do, but he had done it. With ease, if one could note that too.
Hades turned to her at her words, "That can be easily arranged, just for you, if you wish." And he left it at that, he doubted that she would refuse his offer anyway, but he liked to pretend he was giving her a choice. It made things sound all the better in his head. "Come now, we've had enough dancing." Those shoes were just... not ideal for this sort of thing but... if it was what she wanted to wear.
Again, Hades made no objections there.
Taking her hand, he lead her off the dance floor. There had been no culminating kiss, nothing like that, but he was not in a rush. When things had to happen, they would.
Oh dear. Persephone mentally gave herself a pinch. Her mother would probably blame Hades. And if they were dealing with one another well enough, she did not want to mess that up.
"I would love that." Refuse a treat like that? Never. She didn't even think twice about leaving the dance floor either, not with visions of fields of flowers and cool grace between her toes. She could already taste spring and it made her feel light and giddy. Kissing was so far from her mind. Squishy mud and humming bees had taken over.
His arm was given a squeeze as she felt her delight grow. "I think this will be our first proper spring together." She bit on her lower lip for a moment while pondering. "Perhaps not together. I know we need time to adjust. Still." Brilliantly, she smiled. "It's something lovely to look forward to."
Hades smiled and said nothing. It was obvious by the smug smile on his face that even if he didn't see them 'together together' the fact that there was another immortal who wanted to spend time with him- an immortal not part of his world- was enough to stir a bit of appreciation in him. Not of beauty, an appreciation of her. Slowly it was building up. There was much his wife had to offer, Hades was realizing, the trick was how to slowly unravel her and enjoy her.
Well, he was a patient man when it came to some things.
Date/Time: Thursday night.
Location: Club, classy dance club
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: The Rulers of the Underworld spend time together, stuff. \o
Dancing had not been on her mind when they had stepped out. She had been more focused on the idea of drinks and, well, being with her husband. It was such an odd concept to be out on a date with him when, once before, he had just swept in, taken her and that was that.
But if there would be dancing then the gold and black sari-inspired dress was the right choice. The length was no longer than mid-thigh which dragged up higher when she sat down (legs oh-so-modestly crossed). And the remaining fabric had been sewn carefully where it would naturally fall over her left shoulder so it would never get in her way. A good portion of her back was exposed, particularly since she had curled her hair and pinned it up to keep it tidy and away from her swinging gold chandelier earrings. Strappy gold heels and bangles on her arms completed the look.
Lifting her drink to her lips, she eyed her husband, wondering when he would bring up dancing at all. And then she wondered if this mortal body could move the same way her immortal one could. Especially on stiletto heels.
Well, this would be interesting
Hades was not paying attention to Persephone, well he was and he was not. His elbows on the table, chin on the back of his hands he was watching the dance floor with a certain pensive look. He had invited Persephone out on this...date, because he wanted to see something. What? Well, Hades was not entirely sure, but dressed in a fine tailored suit, with silver cuffs and a matching silk tie he looked like an adequate date for her.
His wife (future wife) was attracting attention, but somehow that only made Hades feel pleased. He liked to have nice things and he liked when people envied him having something they could not have.
In that same way, he didn't like being challenged for what was his, however that was not something that applied to this moment. After a while he turned to his drink and took a sip of that before turning his attention to his wife. He was silent - because come on, Hades was not particularly chatty - but he seemed willing to open up, as much as he could.
Pale lips curved into a soft smile when he granted her attention at last. She wasn't expected a conversation. Why did words have to matter so much? His action of bringing her here spoke volumes. While she could carry a conversation well enough she was content to hum under her breath to the music being played, one dainty foot moving back and forth slightly.
And even if he wasn't look at the dance floor now, she turned to observe it, glass lifting to her lips as she did so. After a sip or two, she spoke.
"Have you gone dancing much in your free time? What do you do when you're not busy?"
It was lucky- and Hades had not realized that yet- that she already knew him and his actions better than his words. Hades tilted his head to the side slightly to look back to the dance floor. "In all honesty, no, I do not often dance in my free time." Just to satisfy Lethe, that was a small pleasure. "Most of the time I am busy, it seems to be a habit that cannot be shaken, no matter what is done." Mortality or not. He lifts his fingers and touches the side of his glass before moving to offer his hand to her.
"Shall we dance, then?" In his actions was the implication that he wanted to see if she could dance. If she could hold his attention in another way, Hades though she might, but he was reserving judgement. He needed time, he needed to assess the situation and see.
See her. Not Persephone but the Iron Queen. His queen.
"Oh Lethe," she breathed, perking up. Jealousy wasn't an emotion she knew well at all. Her trust in Hades was solid. "Isn't she exquisite? And such a good and sweet river. I'm glad."
His hand noted then, she seemed to brighten further and laid her hand in his, bangles clinking. "We shall." As she rose up, she shut her eyes for a moment, sent up a prayer that her heels would not cause a disaster and she wouldn't embarrass herself or Hades.
Flats might have been a better idea but they just didn't do the look any justice. Opening her eyes, she lifted her chin and offered him a confident smile.
Hades would go slow, he would let her set the pace for now and then he would test her limits. Again, like with Lethe, he was a perfect gentleman with his hands and keeping a proper distance from her. He did allow a few fingers to brush her bare back as he settled his hand there, but he would never admit to such weakness. Sex was not something on his mind, it was beyond that. What had Eros' arrow done to him? He wondered.
The music started up again and Hades began to move with ease.
To her credit, she didn't bat a lash when she felt his fingers against her exposed flesh. But then she was used to it, accepted it all too easily. Her arms slipped around his neck (blessed heels gave her a little more height to do that more comfortably) and she swayed to the music, falling naturally into place.
There was suggestion in the way her hips moved but a modest distance from his own as this was not the time for such things. There was little to be done about her breasts, however, but they were both adults here. If they so happened to graze against his chest, well, she would live. And she hoped he wouldn't make a comment about that.
Persephone often wondered what that arrow had done, too. She didn't believe it had changes Hades into another man, no. Or maybe that's what she had always liked to believe.
At least she could find out now
If anything it was Hades who was unprepared for this, of course he was not his brother to make crude comments or draw attention when her breast did graze against his chest. He'd have mortal woman here place a lot of attention on him, but he had never desired anything from them. They couldn't say anything that interested him, do anything that amused him or just... understand him really.
Persephone was allowed her sway of hips and little moves. She was used to being his, his wife and Hades would live with that.
She didn't feel as fluid as Lethe did in his arms, but then he supposed that was their thing. His and Lethe's - how odd. To have such an intimate bond on a mortal level with his river. Hades put those thoughts aside and lifted his chin slightly. He twirled her in his arms and pulled her close. In and then out.
There were no apologetic smile or looks when there was an intimate brush of her against him. If Hades wanted to get to know her then this was one very good way. Her fingers, once locked behind his neck, loosened, the thumb of one hand very gently finding and stroking the bones of his neck. Only then she did look at him to make sure he didn't mind.
Rivers were meant to be fluid. It was only right. Persephone had her own way, allowing herself to fall into a semi-trance of movement and music. And when she was cast away for a twirl, she sent up a second prayer that she would remain balanced (really, she should have practiced more in the apartment with a broom!) and a third in thanks when she was back near him.
There was no disguising her relief or the amused smile. "I was certain I was going to snap my ankle there," she admitted lowly.
He bristled instantaneously, more out of reflex than of actual discomfort, but Hades didn't make a move to push her away or try to break away from the touch. He merely assumed that she would understand why he had tensed for a second and then allowed it to be. There was something fascinating about her, in her own way, she didn't need to be fluid like Lethe. She already had her own way and that was sufficient for him.
That kept him entranced.
Her admission caused Hades to crack a smile, "I'll go slower and be careful."
And he kept said promise, he moved slower and relaxed a few turns, making sure to keep her firmly in his arms while he did so in order to keep her on her feet. Eventually she would learn, after all this was the first time and perhaps there would be other times.
A few curls near her cheek bobbed as she tilted her head, contentment clear in her smile. "Nonsense. I'll never learn if you're too gentle. Still," she mused out loud, conceding her own way now. "Breaking a heel or losing my balance won't be delightful. Very well, slow and careful."
And the next time, she would rethink the length and sturdiness of her heels. For all the height and grace these offered her, practice was needed first. Still, there was one good thing from all this. She was being kept even closer and she wasn't about to complain about that result. One hand still remained behind his neck while the other rest comfortably on his shoulder.
"Modern dancing feels different." She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. "I miss dancing barefoot. And freeing." One eye opened. "Not that I object to being with you, Hades. Never would I."
"If you break an ankle because of my carelessness your mother would never forgive me, and neither would I." Well, he probably would. He spoke those words out of consideration for her than for his own benefit. It was not a usual thing for Hades to do, but he had done it. With ease, if one could note that too.
Hades turned to her at her words, "That can be easily arranged, just for you, if you wish." And he left it at that, he doubted that she would refuse his offer anyway, but he liked to pretend he was giving her a choice. It made things sound all the better in his head. "Come now, we've had enough dancing." Those shoes were just... not ideal for this sort of thing but... if it was what she wanted to wear.
Again, Hades made no objections there.
Taking her hand, he lead her off the dance floor. There had been no culminating kiss, nothing like that, but he was not in a rush. When things had to happen, they would.
Oh dear. Persephone mentally gave herself a pinch. Her mother would probably blame Hades. And if they were dealing with one another well enough, she did not want to mess that up.
"I would love that." Refuse a treat like that? Never. She didn't even think twice about leaving the dance floor either, not with visions of fields of flowers and cool grace between her toes. She could already taste spring and it made her feel light and giddy. Kissing was so far from her mind. Squishy mud and humming bees had taken over.
His arm was given a squeeze as she felt her delight grow. "I think this will be our first proper spring together." She bit on her lower lip for a moment while pondering. "Perhaps not together. I know we need time to adjust. Still." Brilliantly, she smiled. "It's something lovely to look forward to."
Hades smiled and said nothing. It was obvious by the smug smile on his face that even if he didn't see them 'together together' the fact that there was another immortal who wanted to spend time with him- an immortal not part of his world- was enough to stir a bit of appreciation in him. Not of beauty, an appreciation of her. Slowly it was building up. There was much his wife had to offer, Hades was realizing, the trick was how to slowly unravel her and enjoy her.
Well, he was a patient man when it came to some things.