Hecate smiled to her tea, she had seen the through pass through her oldest friends mind, a flash behind her dark eyes. And she knew what the though was, or at least the feeling behind the thought. She knew how much her friend hated to be called by her childhood name and that would be part of the reason she used it. To remind the iron queen of a time before she was so. And in a way to remind the woman that somewhere she was still a girl, that she still loved the fields and she did not belong to Hades entirely. Hecate had never fully forgiven the underworld god for what he had done, as well as part of her never forgave Kore for falling in love with the one who had stolen her.
After all it was Hecate who had found her, who had been there, who had saved her and tried to free her from her fate. And even though she had not been fully free of her fate it had been Hecate who stayed with her, who helped her who had always been there for her. Who had made the darkness ok; and yet Hades was the one who had gotten all the benefits. Hades who had gotten the love of the flower child. And as always Hecate was left alone.
Those where feelings she had long ago learned to control, but now they all seemed so fresh in this body, so new, and the hurt still deep in her heart fresh and powerful, she couldn’t help herself from using the name the goddess hated, it was about the worse thing she could let herself do to her friend.
She leaned over and took her friends hand, “I’ve missed you as well, so much.” She said honestly with a true smile. Loving the feel of electricity that seemed to run between them when ever she touched her.