I’ve heard of nature, yes. [ his tone is dry, dry as deserts, as heated saunas, as dry and barren as the ground. he still does not turn to face her, but holds one of the leaves between thumb and forefinger as if it may break.
(given his own experience with trying to grow anything - well, he wouldn’t be surprised.) ] That was not a condemnation.
[ far from it. the smallest splash of life and color knocks the air from his lungs, and it’s only centuries upon centuries of stoicism that lets hades maintain his composure. he knows persephone, remembers a bright, young woman in her mother’s shadow, encouraged to show off how she makes blooms burst out of thorns. ]
no subject
(given his own experience with trying to grow anything - well, he wouldn’t be surprised.) ] That was not a condemnation.
[ far from it. the smallest splash of life and color knocks the air from his lungs, and it’s only centuries upon centuries of stoicism that lets hades maintain his composure. he knows persephone, remembers a bright, young woman in her mother’s shadow, encouraged to show off how she makes blooms burst out of thorns. ]
I could tell. You are welcome here, you know.