‘ you don’t know how to love anything.’ Haha seph n hades
angsty starters : accepting.
persephone might as well have taken a dagger and driven it straight through hades’ heart for the pain her words caused him. for several seconds, hades could not be sure that she hadn’t, anguish exploding in his chest. persephone had said plenty of cruel things since she first set foot in the underworld, things that hades could not blame her for. he had felt anger, annoyance, frustration, guilt, and even sadness -- but this was a new low, and hades could no longer keep up the charade of polite indifference.
“maybe you’re right.” he said quietly. his fingers flexed against the edge of the table, itching for something to ground him and coming up empty-handed. “you wound me, persephone. i don’t think i could begin to describe how much that stings.” he doubted she expected this level of honesty from him, and there was something liberating in doing so.
“do you feel better?” his words held no venom. in fact, they held no emotion at all, the fight bled from him with her words. he could not blame her. she was right. “you finally got what you wanted -- i hope its brought you some level of peace.”
he shoved back from the table so abruptly, the screech of chair legs against the stone floor echoed startlingly around the chamber. without another word, pride bruised and heart aching, hades left his wife at the dining table and let the door slam on the way out.