"Do you really think that?"
Tom's eyes scoured the out of place garden in the Underworld. The owner was an effeminate man who took great pride in maintaining a springtime garden in the middle of a world of dead people. Tom knew from the last time she was here that the man was awfully proud of the strawberries he had planted earlier that year.
That had been nearly three years ago. The last time she had been dragged out of the Wizarding World and into the undead one. It would have been fascinating had she been stuck with someone else, the Queen of the Underworld or something.
Watching grass grow wasn't exactly the most interesting pastime, yet it was an obsession for the male. Tom wasn't entirely sure what had convinced the Queen of the Dead to choose this light-hearted person to spend eternity with but she supposed that the woman wanted some sort of cheer within the dreary place.
She had never met the woman, goddess, so Tom couldn't say for sure. There could be other reasons that Tom wasn't privy to. It would be more surprising if there weren't any other reasons.
The garden was certainly a difference from the grey and dreary world Tom had caught a glimpse of beyond the garden's borders. Persephon didn't like her to go near the edges and see his wife's domain. In fact Persephon often avoided it himself, not hating it but also not being too fond being reminded by all the death.
It was obvious that the man preferred to create and watch life.
Tom sighed. She hadn't meant to say that she thought the entire garden was a bit pointless. She had just been annoyed at finding herself here again. Last time she had been able to dismiss it as a bad dream, but now it had happened twice and there really wasn't a way to convince herself of this not being real.
"It isn't pointless but," Tom found herself, strangely enough, searching for words that wouldn't make the man unhappy, "I think, it doesn't really help too much if no one else comes in here, does it?"
"Well, I come here, and you're here, but it's true. No one else comes here. Everyone says they're busy though, either that or they simply don't hear me," the man looked downcast at the reminder. "It's like they can't really care about any of this while they continuously remind themselves of the lives they had just had."
"If no one else can be bothered about it, does it make you happy?"
Persephon looked thoughtful. "Yes. I like the fact that I can make all of this grow despite it being surrounded by death. I like that this is the one reminder of everything being able to start again."
Tom nodded, surprised in herself for willingly doing all this for another. "It isn't pointless then. In fact, you've done what you had set out to do with the garden then. You've made someone happy."
Written for Game of Life Challenge: grey, eternity, obsession
Written for Demigod Wizard's Duel at the Hunger Games Competition: Crossover Task: Write a fic about your Rep. meeting someone from another universe for the second time. [Do you really think that?; springtime; strawberries]
Written for Rubik's Cube Challenge: genderbent!AU