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Hades and Persephone.
Ian Somerhalder and Holland Roden are my dreamcast for these two. <3
I always preferred the night.
There's something about the night, when you feel the need to whisper so as not to break the silence
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My Dear, My Dear || Hades and Persephone (Flashback)
 Hades ate slowly, chewing his food with care before swallowing, then cutting another slice off of his meat. The silence that stretched, while slightly uncomfortable, was better than the inquisition heâd been expecting. When Persephone wasnât looking, however, the god studied her face, a fond smile tugging his mouth up. She was adorable, and already he felt a lightening in his chest, as if some great stone had been removed from it. She would be alright here, Hades was almost sure of it; she was stronger than her mother gave the girl credit for. Woman, Hades corrected himself. Sheâs a woman now. Or she would be, soon enough. Persephoneâs apology shocked the god so much, however, that he nearly dropped his fork. âYou⊠I⊠What?â He rumbled, uncharacteristically out of words. She hadnât done anything wrong; how could she even think such a thing? âYou did nothing, I assure you,â the god continued, cocking his head curiously. He wasnât used to being thrown off balance, especially not by other immortals, and felt as if he was treading water in his brothers ocean. It was one of the most freeing things heâd ever experienced.
Slowly, Hades stood, moving towards his kidnapped love. âYour question⊠surprised me.â He murmured, voice soft and light, like a kittens fur. âI wasnât expecting you to ask. I was expecting anger, or screaming, but that was not what I was given.â His smile is slow and warm, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a show of rare happiness. âIt is quite refreshing, being surprised. I thoroughly enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.â Slowly, giving her time to react, the god leaned down and placed a gentle, delicate kiss to Persephoneâs forehead, a light tingle spreading through his body. Whatever happened - whether they tried to take her from him or not, and whether they succeeded - he would remember this. How could he ever forget?
A soft sigh escaped her lips, a breath she didn't know she was holding. It was reassuring to know she wasn't at fault here- she did not want to cause another outburst of anger like she had seen earlier. He truly was frightening, when he needed to be. But still, when she would steal glances up at him during the stretches of silence between them that evening, she could see a softness that made her heart ache in a way that made her forget, for a moment, why she was here. The way he looked at her had her puzzled, though. No one had ever looked at her that way before- not her mother, her friends, not even the suitors who had been turned away from her before. It was odd, she thought, that she could not tell what he was thinking. His eyes gave away nothing to her, She was clueless to what was going on in his mind at that moment, and it made her feel just that much more lost in this strange world.
As he rose, she followed him with her eyes, her fingers absentmindedly twisting in the light fabrics of her dress. What he said made sense, of course, but she was still surprised slightly by it. She hadn't reacted logically, she knew that. She should be putting up a fight, planning an escape, trying to find help- not having dinner and admiring how amazing Hades looked when he smiled at her like that. A warm wave ran through her body when he kissed her forehead, Maybe this wasn't such a horrible place- Maybe it was just like the man whole ruled it. Beneath the cold exterior, maybe there was good. She had seen it. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes, mere inches from her. "But why did you bring me here? Surely I would be of no help to you or the underworld..." I'm just a girl, she thought. Nothing more than a girl. She had no skills or power or anything worth taking her here.
Sometimes..
You just need to curl up with a cup of coffee and listen to the rain.
My Dear, My Dear || Hades and Persephone (Flashback)
The whole hour until dinner was spent with Hades pacing his study, leather bound feet tracing the same path relentlessly. He knew his outburst had scared Persephone - he had seen it in her eyes. Why, oh why couldnât he have kept his mouth shut? Better she hate him for taking her, than hating him for loving her. The god knew she would probably have more questions at dinner, and was desperately trying to think of other ways to answer the ones he expected, but without lying; even the king of the Underworld detested lying to those he cared about. Time seemed to drag on, and there were numerous times that Hades nearly fled to her room, to try and explain himself to Persephone. Somehow, he managed to restrain himself, although it was hard - harder than it should have been, he thought regretfully.
Finally, he could wait no longer; if he stayed in his room any longer, the god was sure to burst and head for hers instead. So Hades headed to the dining room, hands crossed behind his back as he walked, and his emotions smoothly hidden. When Persephone entered, Hades moved towards her gracefully, like a cat stalking a mouse, even though he did not see them like that. âGood evening,â he greeted once more, voice cool and polite as he pulled her chair out in an invitation. Regardless of who he was, Hades was still a gentleman⊠or he tried to be. Once Persephone was seated, the god moved to his own place, relaxing as he awaited the food to be served. It wasnât long before platters of roasted meat and bowls of fruit were brought out, along with cheese and nectar. All of it was glazed with ambrosia, so that it was worthy of the gods who ate it. âEnjoy.â Hades invited gently, gesturing towards the goddess across from him.
"Hello," Persephone smiled kindly at him, settling into the chair he offered. She watched him, half hiding behind her hair, as he moved away from her, taking his own seat on the other side of the table. He seemed more collected now, after his outburst in her room earlier that evening. He was in his element, she realized. Even as she felt so out of place here, this was where he belonged. It was his domain. Though she tried, she had no appetite to eat anything. She picked at the food with a puzzled look as she tried to find the right way to put her thoughts into words. She couldn't tell how he felt, behind the emotionless mask- although she knew there had to be something. He had to feel something, didn't he?
After a long, awkward silence, Persephone found her voice again. She spoke in a meek, quiet way, as if she were afraid to evoke the same reaction she had witnessed earlier. "I'm sorry," She started, daring to look up from the table and focusing on him, "about earlier... If I did something I should not have done?" She was used to blaming herself- it was usually her fault, in her mother's eyes- and when you were told something your entire life, you tended to start believing it.
Everythin' feels fuzzy.
I will be. Than is nice; he wonâ let me get hurt. Neither would Xan or you but hes probably already out yknow
Well... If you need me... I'm here.
Everythin' feels fuzzy.
Ummmm maybee. I might call Than though.
Than? Well okay... As long as you'll be safe..
Everythin' feels fuzzy.
'm awesooooome! No, he went t' the bathroom, uhâŠ. aw'le ago. 'm at the Psyche Club!
Do you need me to come get you?Â
My Dear, My Dear || Hades and Persephone (Flashback)
Her question made the godâs skin prickle uncomfortably, and his gaze darted away from her. Unintentionally, Hades dropped her hand, so quickly it was almost as if it had burned him. Once again, a winter-like chill settled over the raven-haired man, and all previous openness drained from his figure. Why? Wasnât it obvious? Apparently not, but he didnât have the words to explain it - to explain to her that he needed her, wanted her more than he wanted power, or any other petty desire he used to have. She had wormed her way in, through their various, brief meetings, and his cursed niece Aphrodite had pierced him with her gift. But how could Persephone ever believe this? None of the other gods thought him more than an empty shell, worse that a corpse, and filled with just as much emotion - if even that. Moving farther from her, Hades headed towards the window in the room, his hands curling into the fabric of his clothes. âWhy?â He repeated, a humorless laugh bubbling up in his throat.
Turning back to face her, Hades felt something inside of him break; a dam, of some kind, releasing all of his thoughts to her. âWhy, you ask? Because you - you make me feel. This place may not be so dreadful, but it is not wonderful either. It is cold. IâŠâ He trailed off, his voice becoming hushed. âI am cold, according to my siblings. But you do not make me feel so cold. You are like⊠like the sun. You bring a warmth that I have not experience for⊠a long time back to me. I know it is not a fair reason, but it is all the reason I have.â By the end of his little speech, Hades was looking away from her, his eyes cast towards the ground. With a jolt, he headed for the door, pausing to speak over his shoulder at Persephone. âDinner is in an hour; I will see you there.â And with that, he swept out, heading for his own personal room.
His reaction almost made her jump. Right before her eyes, he changed- the warmth was gone, any trace of a smile disappeared. It frightened her. She watched as he turned away from her, crossed the room, finally stopping at the window. Her heart was pounding, the tension in the room making her feel like she couldn't move. Finally, he turned back to her, and it all came out. It broke her heart to see the look of desperation on his face. She could hardly understand what he meant- it all seemed so unreal, so unlike the person she had been told her father's brother was.Â
Part of her wanted to follow him as he left, so abruptly. She needed to understand this more, to help him, if she could. He had seemed so pained. But she knew she couldn't- at least, not until she understood it herself. What did he mean, she brought warmth here? She was nothing important- especially not to the ruler of the Underworld. She spent the next hour contemplating what he said, waiting as the time ticked by slowly till she could talk to him again. She nearly ran to the dining room- to him.
Everythin' feels fuzzy.
'm not sure. A guy from collegeâŠasked me to go to a club wit' 'im. He got me a drink and gave me a lil tab an' it made everything warmâŠwobbly.
Are you okay...? Are you still with him? ...Do you know where you are?
Everythin' feels fuzzy.
's nice. I like it.
Oh, Phai. What are you doing?
And we'll never be royals.
I don't understand the music and there are a lot of people here. But the drinks are decent, so...
My Dear, My Dear || Hades and Persephone (Flashback)
A rare, genuine smile tugged his lips up as she nodded, and Hades pulled at her hand gently. He would do his best to make this place her home, even if she didnât want it to be. The god kept his hold on Persephoneâs hand until they reached the doorway outside, where he allowed her fingers to fall from his. âI thought you would like to see the gardens first,â Hades explained, leading her towards the area filled with life. There were trees, heavy with fruit, ranging from pomegranates to figs, their skins pliant and swollen. Roses grew in clumps, set next to fire bushes and colorful irises. It was one of the nicest areas of the Underworld; the only other color in Hades world besides the goddess now beside him. âPerhaps this could be aâŠhaven for you here.â A place where she could escape the gloom, at least for a while.
After a few moments, Hades reached out to touch her shoulder, bringing her attention back to him. âLetâs continue,â the god suggested, turning back to the palace. Overhead the loud, piercing cry of the Furies could be heard; they were chasing a fleeing soul from the sound of if. The next place Hades took her to see was her room; it didnât have a bed, since it was only meant for her to relax in, but it was spacious and could be used for virtually anything she wished. Hades leaned against the wall, watching her, before moving towards her once more. Every fiber of his being was begging for her, to feel the spark of life heâd felt while holding Persephoneâs hand. Once more, he took her slim fingers in his, lifting her hand to his lips. Catching her gaze with his, Hades murmured softly, âMy dear, it is not so dreadful here.â
Persephone followed him silently, taking in everything, adjusting. When they reached the garden, she gasped. It was beautiful, in a completely different way than those above. Trees covered with fruit, flowers in shades she had never seen before. It was literally a whole new world to her, so similar to hers, yet so drastically different at the same time. A haven, Â she turned the words over in her head. Yes, this could be a haven for her- or the closest to it she could find in this world.
His hand on her shoulder jolted her back to the present, and she nodded quickly. Persephone tried not to hear the sounds from above, but she did none the less, terrified once again of this strange place. Again, she was quiet as they walked, this time back inside, down the halls. Her room was nothing spectacular, but she didn't mind. It wasn't as if she would be staying here for long. He took hold of her hand, and she automatically turned to face him.Â
Persephone truly couldn't argue about it. The underworld was not dreadful- she supposed she could be comfortable here someday, if she needed to be. But it wasn't her home. She belonged on Earth, with her mother and her friends. She needed to know, and finally, she found the courage to ask, in a quiet voice. "Why?" Her voice rose slightly as she continued. "Why did you take me?"
My Dear, My Dear || Hades and Persephone (Flashback)
Once more, Hades was struck by her beauty, and by the strength in her eyes. His heart thumped painfully in his chest, but it did not show on his face; weakness was not something he allowed himself to show. âGood evening,â the god greeted, voice rumbling but soft, like a lions growl. Outside the window, the Underworldâs sun was setting, falling deeper into the earth, and the eyes of all the souls began to glow, like so many fireflies in the summer. Hades wanted to speak to her, to tell her why he had taken her, but did not know how to put it into words. It was too hard for him, the forsaken of the big three, to express anything but sarcasm and contempt. Tenderness was not something he showed, let alone usually felt. Yet this girl, this goddess of Spring and Death, made his chest feel soft. He would not hurt her - he would not even touch her, if she did not want him to. But he would keep her, as people kept flowers to brighten their lives. His gaze met hers, and Hades felt some of his usual confidence return to him.
Stepping farther into their room, the god moved closer to her, hovering just a few inches away from her. Slowly, he reached out and took her hands in his, holding them delicately. âWould you take a walk with me, Persephone?â Even if she did not love him, Hades would still have her as his wife, even if he never had her as a lover. He would have her, and love her, and it would be enough. It would be enough for his cold, cold heart. âI would like to show you your new home.â Again the rumble, so different from how he spoke in the councils that he attended, or even how he spoke to others, besides Thanatos and sometimes Clotho. But even they did not get this soft growl, this rumble that was lighter than distant thunder.
"Hello." Persephone returned, her voice barely above a whisper. She fixed her eyes on a spot on the ground, nervously. There was something about him that was so very intimidating, an authority he commanded without fault. It made her feel even smaller, even younger in his presence. This was his land, completely under his control, after all. She watched as he moved closer, keeping just far enough away that she did not feel threatened. He took hold of her hands, and she felt something- a warmth, even in this cold world.Â
Slowly, Persephone nodded, daring to look up at him. She was frightened of this world, yes, but somehow she knew no harm would come to her with him by her side. But she did not intend to make this her home, regardless of what he wanted. She would wait for her mother to find her, and then this whole ordeal would be over. She could return to her world- to the world of light where she belonged. She agreed to go with him, though, hoping she would find her voice to ask him the question burning in her mind. Why?
My Dear, My Dear || Hades and Persephone (Flashback)
The Underworld was one of the darkest places in the universe; everything was a shade darker than it naturally should have been, from the ground to the trees. That doesnât mean it wasnât beautiful in itâs own way - the gardens, lush with ripe fruit, and the fields waving with dark, tall grass, to the marble halls and jagged stone walls. But the colors were all wrong, lacking in the beautiful luster that Hades knew of the world above. He didnât mind, not really - he had always been darker than his brothers, so it was obvious that he would be dealt the darkest lot. But it changed when he first saw her - from the moment Hades laid eyes on Demeterâs daughter, the colors returned to his world. Persephone was the sun touching his obsidian heart, although she would never know it. Hades knew, from that moment, that he had to have her; he would condemn her to this place, just so the sun could warm him once more - he, in return, would try to be her sun as well. He would try, for her sake, to gain her love, even if he felt it was impossible. Before he did anything, however, he needed to speak to Zeus; his brother was the girls father, and he would be extremely angered if Hades took her without his permission. But, as the god had expected, the king had not cared, and he was given Persephone without hesitation.
It was a selfish act, Hades knew, when he took Persephone from the Springtime world above. He did not regret it, though, not once. He doubted he ever would. Walking down the halls, Hades trailed his hand along the wall, feeling the jagged surface try to tear the skin off of his palm; fighting a useless battle, just like his heart, trying so desperately to reach out to hers. Hades reached their room quickly, standing in the darkness outside the doorway, watching her for a moment. Finally, he stepped in, eyes as tender as they could be; for her, Hades would do much⊠except let her go. That was why heâd had her eat the seeds of the pomegranate the night before; if they came for her, she would have to return to him, willing or not. Although he wished it would be willingly, Hades knew better - who would wish to return here after being in the world above?
All Persephone could think of was the fear. This dark, foreign place, so different from her home. She was frightened, she was lost, she had no clue what to do... And then there was him. He had stolen her away. She had expected him to be cruel. But he wasn't. He was kind and sweet. Like he truly cared about her. It only confused her all the more. This wasn't where she belonged, she knew that. This was his domain. She belonged with her mother, with the sunlight and the flowers and the earth. But something there was almost... Invigorating. She felt more alive than she had in all her life. It seemed like she had been waiting her whole life for this.... Like this is what she was meant for. She refused to accept it. This was wrong. She she not property- not something that could be taken and claimed as your own. She knew the only logical response was anger. And so she was angry- a burning rage for the man who took her to this dark world. He was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her. But she would not give him the pleasure of acknowledging him. Persephone heard him enter the room, and then there was no choice. She had to face him.
Slowly, Persephone turned to face him, trying hard not to show any expression. No fear, no anger, nothing. He wasn't anything frightening, really. The mortals feared him just as they feared death- but she had no such concerns. And somehow she knew he would not harm her. She didn't quite feel safe, not in this foreign world. But in his presence, she felt she could almost relax. Like he would protect her- even if he was the reason she was in danger in the first place. There was a kindness in his eyes. Behind it, she could see the sadness- the desperation. It made him seem less foreign. Persephone could find no words to say, nothing that would quite explain how she felt at that moment. She was at his mercy.Â
What...?
I am serious when I tell you I love you.
Is that not enough?
I-I.. I....
What...?
I can, yes. I just chose when to be.
And you never chose to be seroius with me.