"Sounds like something he would do," she said, with a chuckle. 'Little Iacchus!' she laughed, placing a crown of flowers on his hair, long locks of dusty blond kissed by petals of irises and poppies, lilies and violets, roses and daffodils.
She looked at Chloe, feeling the contagious smile spread, a look of almost wonder on her dark features. "Oh…" she said, softly, awe in her voice and light in her eyes. She paused, then, a single word coming to her lips. "Zeus." The smile faded, slightly, as she said the name, her brow furrowed at the mixture of feelings it evoked.
She tiptoed, placing with her small hands a crown of flowers on his chestnut hair -- locks of her own, identically-coloured hair blew in the breeze of the fields. 'Beautiful!' she exclaimed, and he laughed, picking her up. Then, it was dark, light of sunshine fading just as suddenly as it had appeared. He hadn't even said anything to her, or to her mother! How could he do something like this, without even telling them a thing? She narrowed her dark eyes, clear expression of loathing set on her features. She hated him, hated them, hated everyone from the heights of Olympus to these deathly depths. The lighting faded, before becoming dim. How could this be? Never, in all the years that she and Hades had been married -- she swallowed, hard, a knot forming inside her, waves of nausea hitting hard. They had never conceived a child; she was certain it was not possible, not with all the death around, not in the abode of the dead. It was an eternal paradox: a fertility goddess -- goddess of spring and spring's growth, at that! -- with no children. 'Zeus,' she mumbled. It had only been once! And it had only been after she'd found Hades and his… his… harlot! And he had come to her in the guise of Hades; she'd not known! But she knew, in her heart of hearts, that it was a lie… Why else would she have so much to justify? Had she acquired such comfort with lying and omissions of truth, become so good at it and dependent on it, that she could no longer herself tell what was what?
She swallowed, hard, blinking her eyes as she realized they'd become glassy, ignoring the pinpricks at the corners and willing forth her façade of perfect composure, restored in a fraction of a moment.