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?