HADES POV
"Shouldn't you two be finding your seats?" I interrupt their reverie only because they are standing right where I need to get to. For all I care they can whisper all night long. The boy stutters something and I walk off. "Oh hell no." I think seeing the seating. I see the girl, Persephone, practically falling off her chair laughing. She smiles at me and bats her eyelashes mocking me. I glare and sit down. The two unfortunate boys take their seats next to me and Persephone continues to shake with laughter. Hermes even begins to snicker. I swear by the stycs I will get them back for that. The night goes on fairly uneventfully besides the fact that I had to yell that "If you tap your foot one more time I will feed you to Cerberus, Alexiares!" much to the amusement of the two little devils across from me. The dance begins and I have a plan formed.
"May I have this dance milady?" I say smirking. I see her internal struggle of dreading a dance with the lord of death, and me thinking her afraid.
"Of course Milord." She says curtsying. I smile, surprisingly genuinely. I lead her to the middle of the dance floor just as a slow song begins. As we dance I see she is surprised at the fact that I actually dance well. And I am equally surprised when I see Hermes jealous glare, and realize that was how I felt when she was dancing with him and the other gods. Of course, no one could tell that of me; I'm very good at hiding emotions. At the end of the dance I whisper to her "Mark my word darling, I will get you for that." And I press a shell necklace into her small hand. I walk off and fly away in my chariot, much to the surprise of everyone who saw the interaction between literally life and death. This is going to be a peculiar night.
(Time lapse. Fours hours later)
I'm rolling in bed unable to sleep. She, Persephone, is haunting me at every turn. I've never felt like this before. I decide to get up. I run my hands through my coal black hair. I'll just keep going and I'll forget her, I tell myself. But I don't. I don't go to any more of the summer solstice parties, but I know she looks for me. I know she thinks about me. And I can't forget her.