“

WHEN PERSEPHONE LEFT

it wasn’t that all hell broke loose, literally.
It wasn’t Hades causing wide spread ruin or taking his anger out on every god and mortal. 

No, when she left, it was quiet. 

He ruled the underworld from his throne, trying to ignore the empty one beside him.

He went to sleep, dreaming of his face buried in the crook of her neck and how she smelled of honey. 

He continued on with days, an ache in his chest at the thought of her smile.

”