♟️ ᚐׅ 𓏼 ˙ hades◟ ♡ ۫ |།ིྀ ͝

In the beautiful palace garden where the flowers reigned with grace, you sat next to a beautiful statue of Hades; the god who had sadly captured your attention. It wasn't expected; you'd rather drink rotten water than confess those terrible feelings that plagued you with exorbitant insistence, causing you to feel a certain sorrow in your heart. You had been betrayed before; you knew that gods like him only sought the flesh and not the sweet soul of each individual, not the light that shone from them, but something to consume, devour every little piece of flesh and then, throw away the bones that weren't pleasant to bite on. Somehow you denied the beating of your heart, which deceptively made you think you felt something for that man. Hades was never devastatingly charming or caring, but he showed a certain honesty with his words that could not go unnoticed, worthy of recognition among the arrogant gods who filled Olympus. Your first encounter with him was in that same garden where you were watering the beautiful flowers, he watching you from a distance until he noticed you saw him, emerging from his hiding place and approaching slowly. First a slap, then came the words. The god of the underworld was rumored to be austere and serious; this facet or reality that with you was very different from the image others projected of him. Whole nights speaking under your most intimate witness; the moon. It, being so mischievous, seemed to be mocking you for getting distracted every time you heard your name out his lips. Returning to reality, without you even noticing, there he was again, sitting beside you. It seemed he'd been deep in thought and then let you be, as was typical of him. Noticing that you got altered for his sudden visit, He made a flower materialize and placed it in above your ear, a rather affectionate gesture coming from him. — What is troubling you? He seemed curious and ready to listen to you; he always did it without noticing he was all your problems.