Is it? [ he’d simply chosen, with little regard for message or meaning. the branches of the peach tree wilt, its bark is scattered, and he does not know if a fruit has ever bloomed on it.
but hades waits, watches as persephone approaches it. he doesn’t realize it, but he’s holding his breath - maybe the first was just an anomaly, an accident that can’t be replicated. and then it explodes with color, a spot of green and white so bright that he feels he should shade his eyes.
(there is white in the underworld, as there is gray and brown and black, but it’s bereft of all light. this, this is more than that.)
hades takes a few steps forward, tilting his head back to get a proper look. undisguised wonder. ] Huh.
[ he breathes in - floral, fresh dirt, the barest hint of peach - and then sneezes. ]
Oh.
[ he smiles, something approaching rueful. ] Dinner.
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but hades waits, watches as persephone approaches it. he doesn’t realize it, but he’s holding his breath - maybe the first was just an anomaly, an accident that can’t be replicated. and then it explodes with color, a spot of green and white so bright that he feels he should shade his eyes.
(there is white in the underworld, as there is gray and brown and black, but it’s bereft of all light. this, this is more than that.)
hades takes a few steps forward, tilting his head back to get a proper look. undisguised wonder. ] Huh.
[ he breathes in - floral, fresh dirt, the barest hint of peach - and then sneezes. ]
Oh.
[ he smiles, something approaching rueful. ] Dinner.