"Jealous?"
"Why would I be?"
"Because I know your fantasies." He argued.
I leaned closer to him, smelling his overwhelming scent. "And I'm appalled at how they are just that. Fantasies."
He smiled and leaned closer, piercing through my eyes with th...
She stared at the dress she wore for a whole minute. Persephone had no doubts about it being beautiful, but she wasn't sure if it looked good on her.
It was a beautiful black dress, long enough to pool on the floor. She'd never worn anything with this much lace, let alone a skirt with such high slits.
A servant had knocked on her door earlier, entering the room when she answered it and laying three dress on the bed and a pair of shoes on the floor, then left without a word.
One of them was an emerald dress, with sleeves long enough to cover even her hands. The other was a dark blue ballgown, its skirt as voluminous as it was elegant. And the last was the most revealing and darkest of them all.
It was the easiest choice Persephone has made so far.
(im sure some hate me for this but idc its a damn good dress and she's obviously going to wear this)
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She moved away from the bathroom mirror with a sigh. Regardless of what she looked, the dress at least made her feel beautiful, and that was enough for her.
Persephone looked at the small clock on Hades' table. It was only a quarter to seven, more than an hour to spare. She made sure to prepare early in case she might take too long, but clearly, she underestimated herself.
The goddess sat on the bed, toes tapping on the wooden floors. Of course, she made sure to wear the amulet Florens had been dying to take earlier. Persephone didn't miss the possibility of the dinner being a ruse for her to take it away in case she didn't wear it, so she tucked it underneath the fabric around the neck of her dress.
It sounded paranoid, but it was a perfectly plausible reason as to why Hades would invite her. She didn't want to consider anything else apart from that very theory.
Persephone reached out to the bedside table and grabbed her ring. She made to slide it on her finger, but stopped halfway and held it on her scarred palm. Was she supposed to wear it? Would it be disrespectful if she did?
She'd seen the look on Hades whenever she wore it, seen the longing in his eyes. She didn't know what it meant to him, but it was enough to give her pause. It was enough for her contemplate and think for a moment.
The ring fell with an audible thud. Cursing under her breath, Persephone stood and crouched to grab it. When she did, she remained where she now sat on the floor, eyes solely locked on the golden band.
She absently tapped it on the floor, once, twice. How was Nixon? Was he looking for her? How did he feel when Persephone ran away from him? What was he thinking when Hades took her?
