Street Lights | Youngjae & Hades
Admittedly most of the human’s modern day technology is interesting and fascinating to Hades, but these fireballs captured within the glass that work on the miracle of electricity... Well, let’s just say he’s glad Zeus’ lightning bolts have been put to a much better use than being thrown at people whenever his younger brother’s in one of those moods. Not that those moods are plentiful, but he’s fairly certain there has been a mood like that. Or well, to better put it, Hades definitely would have had moods like that if he were in his brother’s place.
Anyway, back to the balls of fire in glass. Peculiar things, but indeed very useful to keep the streets lit even during nighttime. Hades appreciates the way they are not too bright and yet bright enough to light up half a street. He’s a little less fond of the way all that light in the city seems to block the sight of the sky. Persephone loves the sky, after all, because whenever she can see it, that means she’s above ground. A ruthless reminder of how little she appreciates spending time in the Underworld with him. But then again, he knows she is the only one who even manages to be there for the amount of time she’s forced to be without truly hating him for it. And he loves her for that, among other things.
The sound of shoes colliding with the street make Hades look up, spotting the person who is walking through the city on this wonderful night. The young male heading towards him seems particularly caught up in thinking, but that has never stopped the god of the Underworld from interrupting, and neither does it this time. He waits for the other male to come close enough, and then closes the distance between them on his own accord, gently reaching out a hand to take a hold of the demigod’s wrist.
“Young man. Do me a favour. Admire these city stars with me.” He states easily, tugging the young man to his side and motioning his free arm at the street lights they are standing under. “What beauties, don’t you think?” The smile on his face is warm and appreciative, one of the few times that he’s feeling so wondrous in this ugly city.

















