Dial-up beeping through the door. x.com/wiltingspring/…

She's just gonna find a lot of empty whiskey bottles and an incredibly depressed god but go for it. x.com/wiltingspring/…

"What are you doing here." He's going to /pretend/ like her absence isn't the reason he's in here in the first place. x.com/wiltingspring/…

"Shouldn't you be.." He gestures lazily upwards then drags his hands down his face. A bottle rolls clumsily off the mattress to the floor. x.com/wiltingspring/…

| dam thas a lot of followed

| followers *

"Yeah I /know./" Hades mutters back, "You don't come back till June." Between he and himself, he thinks he's hallucinated her. x.com/wiltingspring/…

The palm to his cheek throws him for a loop and all he can do is blink stupidly. "You don't come back till June," he repeats, confused. x.com/wiltingspring/…

| i gotta do hw so prolly slow replies sorry saisha my lovely darling

It's Halloween all year round in the Underworld. Get it. Cause he works with skeletons and dead people.

A few more seconds of confused staring followed her statement before a lightbulb physically appeared above his head and turned on. - x.com/wiltingspring/…

- Then he launched himself into her arms, knocking her back against his mattress and circling her waist tightly in his arms. -

- Hades buried his face in her throat, suffocating in the perfume of every genus of flower that Persephone's skin seemed to emit. It -

- was a welcome difference to the heavy stench of death that hung around his head like a thick cloud day in and day out. "Don't go," -

- he mumbled, grip tightening, throat clenching, "I hate it when you leave."

| i wanna sl lmao

why is everyone looking up so seriously all at once.

weaves pale pink, blue, and purple flowers through his unruly dark curls like a crown.

it's loud in here.

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