doing, or was the image of the pomegranate of her own imagination? When had she fallen asleep? She remembered being angry with Hades and coming down here, and taking the pomegranate, feeling its cool weight in her hand. She ran her fingers along the crown, tempted to grab hold of one point and peel it back to reveal the seeds within. Her stomach grumbled, and she shook her head.
She knew that Hades loved this tree. Sometimes he would sit here by himself and think. It was the only tree or fruit within this garden, its branches heavy with the omnipresent ruby-colored fruit.
Persephone picked up the pillow and tucked it under her arm, processing the events of last night. She was fairly sure she had been awake when she had the vision about the pomegranate; it had been in her hand when she woke up. Hypnos was amicable enough, but now that she was awake, she felt irritated again at his tone and manner. His smooth, sleepy expression was impossible to read unless he changed it with one of his smiles or other rare forms of expression. Oh well. She would just deal with it, for he was a valuable source of knowledge about the Underworld, and he had been pleasant to her.
She climbed up the steps to the marble terrace. As she entered Hades's chambers, she left the pillow and pomegranate on the table before tiptoeing to the doorway of the bedchamber. He looked so sexy even when he was sleeping, the blankets pulled up to his waist, leaving his arms and chest bare. Despite the issue with her body that she was dealing with, she still felt a warm flutter of arousal within her loins.
It's so easy to be angry with you... yet it's also so easy to appreciate and desire you. She held back a quiet sigh as she retreated to her room.
Cloe appeared, and Persephone slid off her clothing. Hesitantly she lowered her underwear, afraid of what she might see. There wasn't much of a difference from what she had seen last night. I can handle this. Her breasts were still a bit tender, but she no longer felt so panicked. Hypnos was right about one thing. Sleep did help to clear the mind.
Right now, a hot bath would feel good, but she didn't want Hades waking up and joining her, and she was bleeding. She glanced at the fountain in the corner, frowning. It wasn't what she wanted, though it would have to do. With a sponge, she attended to herself, shivering as the cool water hit her skin and silently cursing the lack of warmth in the general atmosphere of Dis.
Her bath was quick and perfunctory, and she donned clothing of deep purple. Cloe arranged her hair in a crown much like her mother often wore, pinning it back with amethyst-studded pins. What would she do today? She had plenty of choices, but there were a couple of things that were on the top of her list. Hmm...
Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened slowly. She had been seated on her divan, and she glanced up calmly as Hades entered. He was wearing a dark blue tunic that set off the color of his eyes, with a black himation that draped off one shoulder, held by a thick silver pin that matched the silver band that sat atop his head.
“Good morning,” Hades said softly as he glanced at her, almost as if he was fearful of her reaction.
“Good morning to you too,” Persephone replied. She had no desire to get into another fight, and had decided to make this day as enjoyable as possible. “Thank you for the pillow. I am sure I would have woken up with a sore neck if you had not done that.”
She was gratified to see his eyes widen in surprise, and held back an amused smile. Her eyes moved to the pomegranate Hades held in his hand, but she said nothing about it.
“I was thinking we could go for a walk. Would you enjoy that?”
“No breaking the fast?” she asked, wanting to make sure he wouldn't make her sit through another tantalizing meal.
“You brought me my
She knew that Hades loved this tree. Sometimes he would sit here by himself and think. It was the only tree or fruit within this garden, its branches heavy with the omnipresent ruby-colored fruit.
Persephone picked up the pillow and tucked it under her arm, processing the events of last night. She was fairly sure she had been awake when she had the vision about the pomegranate; it had been in her hand when she woke up. Hypnos was amicable enough, but now that she was awake, she felt irritated again at his tone and manner. His smooth, sleepy expression was impossible to read unless he changed it with one of his smiles or other rare forms of expression. Oh well. She would just deal with it, for he was a valuable source of knowledge about the Underworld, and he had been pleasant to her.
She climbed up the steps to the marble terrace. As she entered Hades's chambers, she left the pillow and pomegranate on the table before tiptoeing to the doorway of the bedchamber. He looked so sexy even when he was sleeping, the blankets pulled up to his waist, leaving his arms and chest bare. Despite the issue with her body that she was dealing with, she still felt a warm flutter of arousal within her loins.
It's so easy to be angry with you... yet it's also so easy to appreciate and desire you. She held back a quiet sigh as she retreated to her room.
Cloe appeared, and Persephone slid off her clothing. Hesitantly she lowered her underwear, afraid of what she might see. There wasn't much of a difference from what she had seen last night. I can handle this. Her breasts were still a bit tender, but she no longer felt so panicked. Hypnos was right about one thing. Sleep did help to clear the mind.
Right now, a hot bath would feel good, but she didn't want Hades waking up and joining her, and she was bleeding. She glanced at the fountain in the corner, frowning. It wasn't what she wanted, though it would have to do. With a sponge, she attended to herself, shivering as the cool water hit her skin and silently cursing the lack of warmth in the general atmosphere of Dis.
Her bath was quick and perfunctory, and she donned clothing of deep purple. Cloe arranged her hair in a crown much like her mother often wore, pinning it back with amethyst-studded pins. What would she do today? She had plenty of choices, but there were a couple of things that were on the top of her list. Hmm...
Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened slowly. She had been seated on her divan, and she glanced up calmly as Hades entered. He was wearing a dark blue tunic that set off the color of his eyes, with a black himation that draped off one shoulder, held by a thick silver pin that matched the silver band that sat atop his head.
“Good morning,” Hades said softly as he glanced at her, almost as if he was fearful of her reaction.
“Good morning to you too,” Persephone replied. She had no desire to get into another fight, and had decided to make this day as enjoyable as possible. “Thank you for the pillow. I am sure I would have woken up with a sore neck if you had not done that.”
She was gratified to see his eyes widen in surprise, and held back an amused smile. Her eyes moved to the pomegranate Hades held in his hand, but she said nothing about it.
“I was thinking we could go for a walk. Would you enjoy that?”
“No breaking the fast?” she asked, wanting to make sure he wouldn't make her sit through another tantalizing meal.
“You brought me my
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