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Her cheeks go red, a warmth that washes over her that Persephone wishes that she could lame on anything other than his words. It would be a lie, though. Too much of a lie.
 âI would love that â the gardens are always beautiful, and itâs an added bonus of being able to give them a nudge in the right direction when they need it,â she muses, her attention distracted. Only momentarily, thankfully. âWe could go to yours, afterwards. Iâve missed Cerberus, too.â
   She always looked good with shaded cheeks. She looked good without them too. Beautiful and jaw dropping. A true gift and.. What he said about APHRODITE was entirely true.Â
  â Love that â . His heart thudded against his chest upon hearing that word alone leave her lips. Was he REALLY so swept off his own feet ?  His smile never left as he extended an offer of his arm to her. An eyebrow QUIRKING. â Sounds like a lovely idea. Iâm sure Cerberus misses you as well. Shall we ? âÂ













