Shot through the heart, and you're to blame

[whoaismyhairout]

Name(s): Hades Pantheon, Leia Organa Solo, closed, quicklog
Location: A ROMANTIC PIT TRAP IN THE DUNGEONS. ALSO A SLIGHTLY LESS ROMANTIC PIT TRAP TO THE SIDE OF THE ROMANTIC PIT TRAP.
Week: 51
Time: When the moon hits her eyes like a big pizza pie.
Rating: PG for KIDNAPPING :C

Comments

[youdontgotdbuns]

[Leia sees the disguised pit trap first because that is how she rolls

She also rolls right in the obvious pit trap because goddamnit who would be dumb enough to lay a trap that obvious!?

Her wand is her hand in an instant, and she's about three seconds away from pulling about seventeen different weapons out of her hair before she realises what's happened.]

Oh, for the love of--

[whoaismyhairout]

[all has gone according to plan. hades breathes into his hand to check his breath: nauseating. quickly, he smooths a hand over his hair and grabs the picnic basket and bottle of fine merlot, swinging down dramatically after The Love of His Life]

You rang, my sweet?

[oh yeah, he's smirking.

nothing says ambiance like the bottom of a pit trap in a dungeon]

[youdontgotdbuns]

[Leia just stares for a moment, before rolling her eyes and leaning against the wall]

You never could do things the simple way, could you Hades?

[whoaismyhairout]

[leans against the pit trap's wall, then smacks it with a closed fist in a manner eerily reminiscent of the old enchanter "Da Fonz". The wall opens, revealing a picnic basket and also a magical jukebox that starts playing Barry White]

It's a family trait, what can I say? You shoulda seen some of the lengths Zeusy went through. How about we just be thankful that I didn't feel the need to grow a literal tail for some tail, capiche?

[crap. that wasn't very romantic. um.]

...Wine?

[youdontgotdbuns]

[Folds her arms across her chest and raises an eyebrow. Disdain, you wish your name was Leia.]

I suppose I should be grateful you didn't decide to burst out of ground in your chariot and drag me to the Underworld.

[Lmao what the hell is this]

If I drink it, am I required to stay with you for eternity, or just six months?

[whoaismyhairout]

The Underworld? You kidding me? The estate's full of skulls, depressing colour palettes, and stacks of bills up to the eyeballs. Not to mention that guard dog...talk about your moodkillers, oy.

[what's this? why yes, he is spreading a picnic blanket on the floor. why yes, that is candles being lit by his own hair.]

I was gonna wait until the second date for the condemned cohabitation, actually.

[it's hard to tell if he's joking ~8|]

[youdontgotdbuns]

It is true that you were doing a well enough job on your own without needing the assistance of your estate.

[Oh, lord. Where's Han when you need him? Or more specifically, Han's guns, Han's not really that helpful. At least she has her wand]

I don't drink.

[whoaismyhairout]

Y'know what they say, can't have a buzzkill without the buzz.

[Hades tosses the bottle of wine out of the pit]

Pffft, drinking, who does that? I mean, really. I was just making a teensey tiny little gesture, y'know, to be polite. It's not like I'm a borderline alcoholic who keeps a portable martini shaker in his filing cabinet so the kids don't see or anything-

[he's said too much :C]

-so anyways, how you been? Nice hair, and loving that whole white look you got going on for you.