sucker4flowers (sucker4flowers) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2010-08-22 00:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | dahlia little, dante lot, hades, persephone |
Who: Hades & Persephone
What: Revelations
Where: Little/Lot Residence
When: Morning, shortly after Cato/Hades
Warning: None.
Hades stood outside his door for a long time, staring it and up at the home he shared with Persephone. He knew she would be awake. His daughters would demand her wakeful attention and she would have no reprieve because he couldn’t intercept them in a fit of insomnia. But still he delayed entering the house, every so often glancing at his hands, pondering to himself why he wouldn’t reach for the door knob.
Talking to Cato was one thing. Persephone knew and understood the events of the last six weeks… Or at least, knew them. He doubted anyone truly understood all the events except for him and him alone.
Taking a deep breath, he finally found his resolve and opened the door. “Love?” he called out, “We need to talk.”
“Hmm?” Persephone murmured, poking her head out into the hallway. She had just put a DVD on for the girls to be mesmerized by in between bouts of playing with their toys, which was the only way she was ever going to have a moment to herself. She was still morning fresh, hair unbrushed, face without makeup. However, in the long lingering days of summer, she did not need such things--the warmth embued her with natural glow.
“Talk? What about?”
If a two hour nap in the recessed hole still existing in the backyard counted as a night’s sleep, he was still technically morning fresh with his hair unbrushed, too. But he had been sure to run his hands threw it after dusting off any stray piece of dirt that may have unlikely clung to him when he awoke again from his firm resting place. He froze when he caught of her and completely missed what she had said to him as the sun filtered in through the window and dancing about her skin. He took a breath and quickly pushed aside how beautiful she looked. “There’s something I want to tell you.” He waited in the hallway for her.
Dahlia stepped into the hallway, crossing her arms over her chest. She gave him a tired little smile as she came to stand in front of him. “Now, there’s a sentence that has never filled me with confidence...What’s up?”
Reaching out, he brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. She was like a magnet to him, he couldn’t help but reach out and touch her, basking in her natural glow.... But he kept at least part of his mind focused on what he wanted to say. “True. It never did fill you with confidence but thinking about it I don’t know why... The first time I ever called you aside and told you there was something I wanted to tell you, I told you your mother and I had reached an agreement. Quite frankly, I should be the one not being filled with confidence saying it.”
At Hades’s words, a long, slow smile spread across Persephone’s face. She hadn’t noticed the subtle shift at first, but now that he had spoken that memory to her, it was clear that his memories had returned to him. He was his old self once more. She squeaked, leaping up into his arms and pressing a crushing kiss to his lips. “[It’s a generally ominous thing to say, my love...even when the aftermath is as joyous as this.]”
Hades was prepared for her response. He had hoped for it even, though even he had misjudged her intensity. But had his misjudged the intensity of his response to it, too. When she leapt up into his arms, he did more than that and swept her up into them, holding her in a sudden possessive need - remembering how he had lost centuries of her comfort from the shot of a gun and almost an equal many centuries from her mother’s betrayal of him, he couldn’t bring himself to let her go now. He murmured in her ears, “ [You’ re happy now. Wait until I go back to moping around with every good reason to do so...]”
“[Will the moping replace the crimefighting?]” Persephone asked in return, tapping a kiss on his neck. “[Because if that’s the case, I really won’t mind.]” She closed her eyes, staying tight against him. “I love you...I love you so much.” It had been hard not having him wholly there with her, missing parts of the man and feeling like she was betraying the parts that still existed with those feelings of loss.
He walked her over nearby chair in the hallway’s corner, a chair that existed normally solely for decoration to adorn an otherwise wasted space and sat down with still in his arms, but resting on his lap. Hades couldn’t help but watch her, a small smile on his face as she pressed tight to him, declared her love to him... So many memories of her leaving him felt like they had happened yesterday, and while his treasured memories of her companion and love also felt like yesterday, he thrilled in her declaration now. “I love you, too.” Kissing her forehead softly, he murmured, “Liked crimefighting. But I know why I liked it. Why would you prefer me moping around instead?”
Persephone grinned, tucking in close against him. She could feel a heavy weight being lifted from her shoulders. “Well, it’s not that I’d prefer you mope. I just want you safe. And doing things by the book. Every vigilante story is the same--it’s all fun and games until the people take offense to your actions.” She shrugged, running her fingers along his cheek. “Everything is back?”
“Everyone taking offense to my actions makes it just sound like my life then... People rarely like it when I do what is right or just toward them. But these people... Nevermind. Now isn’t the time for it...” He couldn’t continue on talking about racing across rooftops, leaping down on criminals and murdering them in the name of justice when she was caressing his cheek like that, when she was tucked close against him. Not at the moment anyway. Hades found himself easing into her touch, “Everything. At least as far as I know. Both good and bad.... everything.”
“Good,” Persephone murmured, taking his face between her palms. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from all this, it’s that revisionist history does not work. The good and the bad--they’ve made us what we are right now. And for that reason I wouldn’t give up any piece of our past.” It was clear that she was completely over the moon at Hades’s admission. “I’ll just be happy to get our lives back on track again.”
It took all his might and self-control not to just close his eyes and enjoy her warm and touch against his face. But with all of his self-control focused on not relaxing into her affection, he could do nothing about his hands rubbing her hips softly. “[I can agree with that. I like who you are right now... even though you are going to make it incredibly difficult on me to go and tell other people I’ve recovered my memories today.]”
“[I am,]” Persephone murmured in the affirmative. She nipped at his lower lip, hands moving to undo some of the buttons of his shirt. “[You might as well do it via text because I could make it nearly impossible.]” Because really? She didn’t want him going anywhere if she could help it.
Hades shivered at her touch. How many weeks had he been in this house and avoided her hands moving along him and her lips against his skin? His mind encouraged his avoidance before but now it encouraged, demanded the opposite... “[No],” he murmured even as he kissed her, as he firmly held her close to him, “[Not to this... but I need to tell others face to face... today. No by the way text messages. That’s not right or fair... but...]” He trailed his affections down her throat, “[It’s pretty early in the morning to be seeing people besides you.]”
Persephone gave a long suffering sigh, but she knew that was fair. As much as she wanted him to belong to only her, those days were long since gone. She grinned mischievously, tapping a kiss on his lips. “[I’ll wake up babysitter Mallory if you go make the bedroom romantic?]” She didn’t wait for an answer, knowing full well what his reply would be. Instead she hurried down the hall, happy for the sudden change that the day had taken.
Summary: Hades comes home with great news for his fiancee.