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[Hades was sure that Demeter would forbid him from being able to speak to Persephone had he not brought him down here. He was sure the other Gods would merely use it as further ammo to ridicule him (if they won't already because he did just spirit them away). Of course, this was also not considering if Persephone would even give him the time of day. Most did not find his company...enjoyable.

The other was like fire. The sun itself (sorry Helios) standing in front of him so brilliantly. So beautiful. Something so fierce and wild and he can only consider just how mesmerizing they were in his eyes. An untamable force, but he wouldn't want to in the first place.

He really has it bad.

While the other seems to flare up, Hades seems to wilt somewhat. The usual crackling of fire and embers that spark from bright curls aren't there. Extinguished. He would usually tower over the other had he not curl in slightly. Even the brilliance of Newt's eyes seem to be put out.

And when he speaks, his voice was gentle. Calming and soothing like a river. His tone, a bit embarrassed.]

I- [Oh, he is really quite embarrassed.] I just wanted to talk and I didn't think. You're really quite beautiful.

[Hopeless.]

[ Flare up is an understatement. There was a reason no one dared to cross Demeter, nor her children for that matter, and the rage swelling up from within Persephone is only one—which pales to his godly abilities. Withering vegetation means no sustainability and though there’s little to be affected here, there’s plenty he could do with the flowers in his hair.

Or would, if Hades had shown any threat towards him once they were face to face (face to mask, rather). Oddly, he hasn’t, and it brings Persephone pause, especially when he speaks so calmingly. But he is no fool; he knows the tricks Olympians can play.

Though his stance loosens the skepticism in his eyes doesn’t fade. He’s heard stories from Demeter of the god’s deceptions. He sees the way Hades curls in on himself and how the color drains from him but Persephone doesn’t give him an inch. ]

You wanted to talk, [ He echoes, trying to piece this together. ] So you stole me away… to tell me I’m beautiful?

[ Is he following that right? ]

Well, when you put it that way... [Hades rubs the back if his neck sheepishly. This was the god of the underworld and he was acting more like some awkward teenager than some heartless and code immortal that his reputation was probably known for.] It sounds a tad farfetched when you echo it back to me.

[He wrings his hands for a moment.] I- Your mother isn't very fond of me, so I wasn't sure how else to get your attention. I can't say that this was really well thought out though.

[And he had been so desperate. Lovesick fool.] I have no intention of deceiving you though even if I'm sure you're skeptical of my intentions.

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[ Though he might be starting to see the other god with a different light from all his shy displays, there’s still an irk that crawls under his skin from the situation itself, and can’t possibly help the sarcastic surprise he wears at Hades’ realization. A tad.

Despite that, and it likely being the first time he’s heard a god use a genuinely silver tongue on him, Hades is still unmoving towards him—giving his words some weight. Hm. ] Mother is little fond of anyone other than her children. Your best chance would have been to simply speak.

[ Maybe the way he fusses over a singular braid hints to the wheels turning in his mind, so he stops and straightens himself, a hand on his hip. ]

Well. Here I am, [ Persephone’s tone is confident; attentive, his interest peaked. ] Speak.

Your mother loathes to have to interact with me as most are. [Being the goddess of the cycle of life and death meant that Demeter had to have some interaction with the god of the underworld.

Hades was no fool to begin with, but it was easier to know these things because the other gods had no qualms speaking their thoughts while he was in the vicinity. It's also because of his reputation that-] At least in this way, you wouldn't be ridiculed for giving me the time of day. [He cared little for them to ridicule him for setting his sights on her, but he knew that the gods could be quite cruel to each other. It was easy for one to react out of spite and he knew of a certain goddess who was quick to do so.

Now that they were here though, Hades wasn't sure what to do.] I'll be honest I really don't know what to converse about. I merely wanted to know more about you. I, well, merely wanted your company and I didn't think much else.

You’re right, [ He admits quietly but follows it with a one shouldered shrug. ] However, I also think you misdirect her reasoning. [ The other gods though, he’s not sure. Death was a subject none of them liked, understood or cared for, truthfully. He wouldn’t know the extent—while he interacted with many of the gods and goddesses, he wasn’t very close to them. Only amiable. ]

No, you’ll only have the whole of Olympia looking for me if my mother decides to worry. [ And she often did, just not enough to call the other gods to arms. For all Zeus had wronged her by, it was unlikely he would deny her something like this in fear of ramification. Still. Persephone did tell her he’d be gone most of the day. Hades didn’t need to know that.

Yet.

Laughter bubbles up that catches in the back of his throat, the sound hushed. ] My, how unprepared we are. You want to get to know me? [ Moving his hand from his hip, Persephone smoothes over his linens and fixes his belt as he looks around the room. ] I would like the same. [ He turns back to Hades, taking in his mask. ] Show me your domain.

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