Black Becomes Her
It had been a few months since Persephone had started her internship in the Underworld. With her radiant personality, it wasn't surprising that she had most of the office wrapped around her little finger. Quite frankly, it pissed Hades the fuck off. If he had to sit and watch one more nymph, gorgon, or cyclops try to flirt with her at his own company, he was going to lose it. It seemed that even Megaera had traded in her fascination with Hades for a crush on the sweet, pink cinnamon roll of a goddess.
He wanted Kore to be happy. Nothing about him fit into her world. What, was she just going to give up her scholarship and life goals at nineteen because he had feelings for her? Of course not. Someone that bright and full of life didn't belong down here, not in the long run. Hades was too old, dark, and weighed down to offer her anything worth taking. He had even broken things off with Minthe; he didn't need another voice telling him how worthless he was. His inner monologue reminded him of that most nights. Alone was a better look for him. Isolation fit him like finely-tailored suit. Not like Persephone. She was meant to nurture the people and things around her; nature itself clung to her for nourishment.
Thank gods it was almost five. Looking around at all the paperwork still left over, he began packing it up to take home with him. He glanced up from his desk and could see Persephone through the large glass walls of his office. Hermes was blushing lightly as he (presumably) offered her a ride home. Didn't he know she could fly herself now?
And with that, Hades' plans changed. Where was the nearest bar again? Gods, he needed a drink.
-Lore Olympus-
After graciously turning down Hermes' offer, Persephone set about gathering her things. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Lachesis grinning behind her. "Perse, don't think we forgot about going out tonight. You've been rescheduling for weeks!" The spring goddess' face lit up upon seeing her friend. The Moirai got a bad wrap in the other realms for sure, but it was completely unfounded. Lachesis, Clotho, and Atropos were fun and (ironically) lively despite their job description. You'd never know that managing every mortal's life thread was grueling work, what with how the Fates carried themselves. The three sisters were completely glamorous to Persephone: tall, pretty, and powerful. To be fair, their height might be due in part to their proclivity for stilettos…
She ran a hand through her pink hair sheepishly, she'd never been to a club before and it didn't seem like her scene. Then again, she had had fun dancing with Artemis at Zeus' party… y'know, before Eros absconded with her. "I dunno, I-I forgot to bring a change of clothes—" Atropos cut her off with a wicked grin, "Now we thought you might say that." "We got you covered," Clotho pulled a bag and a few boxes out of her large purse, "try these on for me babe?"
-Lore Olympus-
Now normally Hades would hit up a quiet cigar lounge or the like if he was looking to relax with a drink in public. But on a night like tonight, the booming music and raucous atmosphere were a welcome sensory overload. The club was just down the street, with plenty of booze and distractions to keep him from overthinking his personal life. Perched on a barstool, working on his second scotch of the night, he blew through mindless paperwork in record time. Well shit, he thought it would take longer. Should he go home already? He got the attention of the bartender and ordered a final drink. His eyes scanned the spacious room and something bright caught his eye on the dancefloor.
The god of death nearly had a heart attack. All he could focus on was where pink met black. His thoughts were extremely disjointed. Persephone, smooth freckled pink skin. Midnight black dress, corset top half, tulle miniskirt for a bottom. Sweet Zeus, were those black stilettos?! And oh gods, that corset looked fit to burst. A black lace choker around her delicate neck. Hades forced himself to knock back the last of his second drink and look down at his paperwork. He wasn't a hormonal teenager, he didn't need to stare. His brain was a bit of a traitor though. Thoughts of the two of them tucked away in a private booth, his hand slipping up her thigh, under her dress, inundated his head. Would her skin be as soft as he imagined? Would her thighs part for him? Would she beg him to keep going?
The red daemon manning the bar slid him a third scotch and set Hades' bill down. He had to get away from her before he did something incredibly stupid. Glancing back at the dancefloor, he discovered he could no longer spot the spring goddess. She reappeared at one of the tables to the side of the dance floor, laughing and hugging the Fates (Hades hadn't even noticed they were here with her). She picked up her bag from the back of a chair and headed for the front entrance, smiling and waving goodbye to the three girls. She was leaving? Well, what if she was? It's not like he was going to approach her in a place like this. Persephone was here to have a good time with her friends, not make small talk with her boss. He sighed and turned to finish his drink. Just then his phone buzzed.
"Incoming call: Kore"
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