Persephone
Persephone eyes lingered on her mother's tear stained face. When she was younger and more gullible, the woman's tantrums had more of an effect on her. Hundreds of years living with the Harvest Goddess had made Persephone more aware of her trickery and almost immune to her charms.
She tilted her head. "Oh stop crying." She chided, though not unkindly. She clucked her tongue and continued listening to her mothers attempts to spirit her away from the mansion and banquet her father had prepared
"You know we can't do that," she began, her flaxen hair swept from her face with a hand "besides, you shouldn't interfere with affairs between husband and wife." She was suddenly surprised by both the bluntness and ferocity in her voice as she spoke to her mother. Normally she was a gentle as kitten when speaking to the stubborn Goddess, but with the burning of her shop and her mother attempting to smother her again, well... even Goddess's had their breaking point.
She may have said more, perhaps even going so far to shoot a few insults her mother's way had it not been for the sudden scent and presence that entered the room.The smell of death and blood had clung to him her husband much like a perfume when she was younger. Especially in the first days of their calamitous marriage. Now he smelled the perfect combination of heaven and sin, rolled into one very attractive man.
Persephone took a step closer; her lips forming his name but no response once she had spoken it . She waved a hand towards him almost frantically, but when he did made no move to take her in his arms, she knew her father had yet to dissolve the wards. Her mother made attempt to whisper into her ear, but she was having none of it. Persephone even went so far as to shake the hand her mother placed on her shoulder off in an annoyed fashion.
Looking past her husband, she saw the small group of companions standing nervously behind him. When Bernard locked eyes with her, she parted her lips in a smile. He was by far her favorite of Hades lackeys, and one of the few people involved in her husbands work she could actually stand to be around.
The sound of pottery smashing distracted her from staring at the henchman, and brought her attention back towards her husband. His temper had managed to get the best of him.
When her father resurfaced once more from the kitchen and began greeting her husband cheerfully, the Spring Goddess began to fidget anxiously. Why didn't her father just take the ward off earlier? Did he enjoy teasing the both of them so much , or was he planning on toying with them for his own amusement. She threw the latter of the two thoughts from her head and shook the blonde curtain of bangs that hung in front of her face.
Her father was many things, but even she knew he wouldn't be that cruel.
"Over there."
Persephone flicked her head up and looked to where her father was pointing a finger directly at her. Blinking rapidly, she took a step forward and could feel her husbands eyes upon her.
"Keep a five foot distance monster." Her mother threatened, moving in front of Persephone. The tears had disappeared from her eyes and were quickly replaced with rage and disgust. Persephone rolled her blue orbs up towards the ceiling before pushing her mother out of the way in haste to meet with her husband.
Now standing before him, the Springtime Goddess shivered in his presence. The magnitude of their love and meetings had always brought goosebumps across her lithe body, and this meeting was no different. When his warm words met her ears, Persephone lifted the back of her hand to caress his sun kissed face.
She nodded her head in agreement to his soft words. "Very true," she replied, her hand gliding across his jaw line in a rhythmic motion. "Though I have to wonder what Daddy's poor vase ever did to you to make you hate so." She teased, glancing back towards the remnants of the broken vase. While her voice will filled with adoration, she could never miss an opportunity to tease the Lord of the Underworld.
With him so close beside her, she finally felt..
Whole.