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( she happily watches as he prepares the meal, even stealing a pasta or two when he's not looking. )

[ He cooks the rest of the meal while they sit in a comfortable almost-silence, just exchanging a couple words every so often. Finally their meal is ready and he serves it into two plates, topping it with a bit of cheese and bringing them over to the island counter. ]

Do you want to eat here or move to the living room?

[ He doesn't mind either option, and they both sound equally cozy and intimate. Here they have the chairs, in the living room they have a low coffee table, so they can just sit on the floor. ]

( once he is finished cooking and brings the food to the island, persephone carefully hops off. ensuring she doesn't bump into him or knock the food over. she shoves her bottle of water into the pocket of her sweater.

covering her hands with her sleeves, she picks up the plate closest to her. )

To the living room!

( with that she makes her way there, finding a spot on the floor with her back against the couch as she waits for him. )

I forgot a fork!

[ He did remember to bring the wine for himself, but he also seems to have forgotten the fork. Whoops.

He calls out as she disappears into the kitchen, ] Bring one for me?

[ With that he sets his own plate down next to her, taking up a spot to sit in right next to hers, and pouring himself a glass of wine while he waits for her to come back. ]

( she glances around at the several drawers, a weird embarrassment comes over her and she doesn't ask what one they are in. instead, she opens several of them until she finds the forks.

holding them in triumph she returns to sit next to him, holding out his fork once she's settled. )

Do you really need that many junk drawers?

((ooc: also I'm sorry, somehow I misread your previous tag... could've sworn there was a bit about her heading back to the kitchen. wtf brain? thanks for rolling with it!))

[ He accepts the fork, tilting his head a bit at her comment. ]

Junk drawers? They're just drawers. What did you find in them?

[ Oh boy. He sure is going through a rushed list in his head right now, trying to remember if there was anything particularly embarrassing that she may have found in his kitchen. ]

[ hehe, no problemo. we gotta work together to make this work! 💖 ]

Nothing too embarrassing.

( at this point she's just giving him a hard time before digging into the food. she practically melts when the first taste hits her mouth. )

Mmm, so good!

( he's like perfect husband material and somehow an eternal bachelor. )

[ He sighs in relief at first, but then his eyebrow twitches. Nothing too embarrassing? So maybe something a little embarrassing? What did she find in there?!

Luckily she's trying the food before he gets too deep in his own thoughts, and he's soothed by the joy that he feels that she seems to enjoy the meal so much. ]

There was a little left over, if you want seconds when you finish.

[ He digs into his own plate for now, enjoying the meal but especially enjoying the way they get to sit so close together like this. It's not really a date, he knows, but no one can come after him for indulging in that selfish little thought for just a few minutes. ]

Do you know how to cook?

I couldn't possibly eat any more!

( she says as she rubs her stomach, clearly she enjoyed all of the food since her plate is clean.

without putting much thought behind it, she leans against his side. her head propped against his shoulder slightly. )

Does baking count as cooking?

Well... it does, but I know you can bake. [ All those sweets, mmm. He doesn't get too lost in that thought much when she leans against him, but he's more than happy to accommodate her against his side, moving his arm to wrap around her, ignoring the mild pain to his side. ]

I meant other things. Meals like this one.

( happily she snuggles again him, blissfully unaware of his sore side. a content sigh comes from her as she closes her eyes, enjoying how she seemingly fits perfectly against his side. )

I can make the basics, but I lack the imagination to how stuff together as you did. I'll just stare at the pantry for an hour before deciding on a sandwich. Mostly just follow recipes or things I've seen other people make.

But, I mostly make simple things since I'm on the go a lot with school and work.

[ So far as Hades is concerned? She fits just perfectly against his side, pain or not. He can certainly withstand that, if it means he gets to have her right here, huddled up close to him.

He does shift slightly, trying to ease some of that discomfort, having her weight settle more against his shoulder or his front than his side. ]

You should try looking for recipes, those will help you get more ideas. Most of what I do are recipes I've found somewhere at some point or another. Ah... I have a few recipe books, if you want to take them with you? A few of them have easier, quicker recipes too.

( she notices him shift her weight and begins feeling a little selfconscious. )

Is this uncomfortable?

( there are those stupid boundaries she put up, but she doesn't want to think about them right now. she wants to enjoy this moment and closeness to him as long as she can. yet, she moves away slightly, not wanting to crowd him if her closeness is making him uncomfortable. )

I would love to try them out if you don't mind me borrowing them.

Oh. No, no, it's just... my side is a little sore. It's nothing serious, please-- don't move away.

[ It comes out a little selfish to him, and he smiles sheepishly, but he doesn't want her to move away now. He's handled worse pain than this (much worse, in fact), it's not a little bruising that's going to get to him now. ]

Not at all. You can keep them. As long as you want, I mean. [ Or forever, he's not particularly attached and she always makes him want to give her a lot of gifts all the time. ]

( his words cause her heart to flutter slightly as she leans back against him, careful to keep her weight away from his side this time. )

Thanks, ( her voice soft as she rests a hand gently on his chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt slightly. )

So much for boundaries, huh?

( with how close they are to one another, she's feeling a bit foolish about putting them in place. )

[ He feels a tightness in his chest when she speaks. His lips curl downwards, but he schools his expression. Or he tries, anyway. He's never been very good at keeping his strongest emotions from showing on his face. And the more he cares for someone, the more difficult it seems to be.

It's never as difficult with anyone else as it is with Persephone. ]

I'm sorry.

[ He still holds her a little tighter, hand squeezing just once before easing his hold again. ]

You can... go, if you want. I know I'm not helping, I said I'd respect those boundaries but I'm not.

I'm also not respecting them because leaving is the last thing I want to do.

Rather hypocritical of me since I'm the one that put them in place.

( her fingers tighten their grip on his sweatshirt, but once she realizes she's holding onto him tightly she loosens up her grip. )

I guess what I'm trying to get at is ... what should we do? What do you want to do?

[ He wouldn't have ever thought of that word for her, no. Maybe she's just having as difficult a time respecting her own boundaries as he is. It's a nice thought to have, for a moment. To think that she wants to be near him so much that she doesn't even care about the reasonable boundaries she tried to establish herself. ]

I want you to stay. [ Forever? Forever sounds good. It sounds amazing. He feels horribly selfish the moment he says it, but his fingers still curl firmly over her arm, his head turning so he can nuzzle into her hair. ]

If you want to go... that's fine. I just want you to do whatever you want, Persephone. But know that I'll never want you to leave, and I'll never want to send you away. No matter what.

( she relaxes against him, mindful of his side, as she turns to bury her face against his chest.

it is nice to know and feel that she's wanted, especially by someone that she cares about and also wants. someone that respects her and treats her well. he's everything apollo isn't, that's something she's thankful for. )

Leaving is the last thing I want to do, especially now.

[ In that much they're the same, then. Hades can't remember having someone who just wants him as he is, who just likes to be there with him. No ulterior motives, no hidden agendas. He knows Persephone will never demand anything from him-- although he would do just about anything that she asked him to, he knows he's in deep enough for that at this point. ]

Then why should you, if neither of us wants that?

[ Isn't that what matters? Isn't that what should matter? They can just... ignore everyone else. Pretend the world outside doesn't exist. Even if she will have to leave (tomorrow, the next day, the next week, for good...), at least this moment is theirs. ]

( she can think of several reasons why she needs to leave — her mother will kill both of them when she finds out persephone has been spending time with him. there is her obligation to TGOEM... the list could go on and on, but none of that matters to her anymore.

persephone is beginning to think her mother (and associates) strong-armed her into joining TGOEM. before she knew she could feel this way about another person and before the was able to truly experience the world. at the time, it seemed like a good idea and what she wanted. now she's having second thoughts about everything.

the only thing she isn't having second thoughts about is her feelings for him.

carefully she unburies her face from his chest, reaching up to place her hand against his cheek. her thumb brushing against his cheekbone. )

...You're right. I'll stay as long as you want me to.

[ All good reasons for him to tell her to go, too, but he really doesn't want to. Can't bring himself to send her away, not for any reason. And knowing she doesn't want to leave gives him all the less reason to try and discourage her from staying.

It is, admittedly, a boggling thing. She's lived in a beautiful, bright, lush paradise her whole life. Hades has a hard time imagining anyone who'd be eager to spend any long periods of time in this dark, barren realm to begin with, that someone like her would willingly choose to stay here is nothing short of a gift that he's not too eager to look too closely into.

As long as she wants to stay... yeah, he'll just take what he can get.

He cups her hand with his, smiling down at her, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side so he can press a kiss to her palm, then the inside of her wrist, nuzzling against her hand. ]

( it is true, the two of them are from completely different worlds but she still finds herself attracted to every aspect of him. even the parts that most people would ignore or dislike.

here she has a freedom that she has never known before — no longer under the controlling thumb of her mother and finally able to experience life to the fullest without being told what she could and could not enjoy. all of it, especially hades, is intoxicating.

speaking of intoxicating, a soft gasp escapes her lips as he kisses down her palm and to her wrist. a tremble runs through her body and that same feeling she had during their kiss returns.

calm down... don't disappear... don't vanish... )

H-hades I — ( she stammers before taking action as she tilts his head towards her and hungrily presses her lips against his. an intense need there that she wants to sate that growing hunger in case she involuntarily vanished again. )

[ It wasn't really his intention to make her flutter off into a thousand butterflies and disappear on him again. He doesn't even think for a moment that would happen from a simple kiss to her wrist... even though he does feel the heat of her skin, the pulse just beneath it, pounding away.

As quickly as it hits her, it hits him too, and he's already starting to pull back, ready to stammer an apology, when instead she takes matters into her own hands and drags him down for a kiss. Like the other they shared, but not quite. There definitely seems to be more passion to it now, which he's none too shy to return, his hands moving to wrap around her waist and pull her closer, as though that hold alone will be enough to keep her anchored and stop her from disappearing on him again. ]

( considering how few (enjoyable) encounters she's had and her age, no one can really blame persephone for feeling the way she does as he trails kisses along her skin. all of this is new and exciting on top of how she feels for him only amplifies the sensations she feels.

she's thankful for this hold on her, keeping her grounded since she's convinced she would flutter away again without it. as she's pulled closer, persephone carefully straddles his lap but doesn't settle on it. instead, she stays on her knees so he doesn't have to crane don't oo far to kiss her further. both of her hands cradle the sides of his face as she breaks the kiss, her forehead pressed against his as she tries to catch her breath. )

I'm ... still here. ( she sounds a bit surprised and thankful at the same time. )

Nursed back to health ( shipping )

i'm ready for someone to kick apollo's ass... bonus points for everyone being involved.

same tbh. what a gross entitled pos ugh

also ready to see how hades handles it. MY BODY IS READY

so is mine. just two months, weeps

thankfully we have rp until then! \o/

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sorry for the delay!

haha we both liiiive

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