+1 at the gates
creme-dementhe
Menthe. The last time he had seen the Naiad, she had been turned into a plant by his wife due to her jealousy. But here she was again, before him, just as beautiful as she had been in the past. However, he was hesitant to greet her. At least as affectionately as he wished to.
"Hello, Menthe." Hades greeted almost quietly, as if just speaking her name would summon Persephone. After waiting a few seconds, he continued, "You look as lovely as ever… But why are you here?"
She watched him. He hadn't changed at all in all these centuries. He still held this icy elegance to him that commanded respect and fear, and his eyes seemed to always reflect a frozen bitterness no matter who they looked at. At his hesitation, she smiled. To her, that meant he still carried feelings for her, feelings she knew would not be wise if known by Persephone.
But with his hesitation, she pushed forward with confidence, boldly grasping his hands in hers. He was cold to the touch, so she held his hands tightly. "Hades." She spoke, her voice calm as if she had no fear of Persephone interrupting this reunion. "Why else? I have been freed of my prison, and I so desperately longed to see you once again. Did you not miss me, my king? Have the years froze your heart from me?" Menthe gave him a pout, a few tears dotting the corners of her eyes as she gazed up at him with hurt. No, there was no fear at this time, simply hope that the god still held a weakness for the naiad's manipulation.
