It's easy to fall back into the swing of things up here in the world above. Perhaps that's because her very being was created for it; to usher in the season of rebirth, rising temperatures, and growing things. But simply because it's easy doesn't mean that her mind forgets that home of hers below. She thinks of it — and of him — everyday. It makes little difference that months have passed, because Hades is the most important person to her, even outranking her mother in that regard. And so he is often on her thoughts because he has residence in her heart. The heat wave can't erase the memory of the coolness of the Underworld and she wouldn't want it to. Whenever she longs for him, she remembers their time together at home and the grass grows a little faster, the flowers bloom more beautifully, and the trees' branches stretch out their arms to shade whomever rests beneath.
Her head cocks to one side after she rests a bunch of lavender in her wicker basket. She senses she's not alone, but the presence feels so calm that she knows it's not her mother (she's not allowed here anyway), and not Hermes (he's too quick and frenzied to ever release the feeling of calm), and so it must be...
"Why should I change what works?" A smile spreads across her face and her eyes light up with elation. "Only good things happen when I pick flowers alone."
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Date: 2021-01-03 01:20 am (UTC)Her head cocks to one side after she rests a bunch of lavender in her wicker basket. She senses she's not alone, but the presence feels so calm that she knows it's not her mother (she's not allowed here anyway), and not Hermes (he's too quick and frenzied to ever release the feeling of calm), and so it must be...
"Why should I change what works?" A smile spreads across her face and her eyes light up with elation. "Only good things happen when I pick flowers alone."