He perches on his throne, robust frame slacked against the back of the decorated seat.

Hand pats his knee to suggest she sit with him. ❛I believe we're centuries overdue for this dialogue. Let's have it.❜

A sigh rolling heavily past thin taught tiers. ❛Would you be prepared for Olympian →

He’s here. Unaware of the thoughts in her pretty little head.

❛Are you feverish, love? Your face is red.❜

——— 『 @underworld-queen.bsky.social 』

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔...

𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘..

✎ I also have a writer / personal account should any of you like to connect out of character.

✎ If it wasn't obvious by the similar profile style, I also write for @plovton.bsky.social.

𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐬 ╱ 𝐎𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞.

——— 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 (𝗻): 𝘈 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

❛I'm just lingering for some momentary fresh air.❜

❛I'll humor you. Make it worth my while.❜ Huffs and flicks his wrist in a dismissive motion.

As if this interaction is beneath him. Well, it is... Thus far. ❛Who's your husband?❜

What an incredibly ridiculous question that isn't dignified with a vocal answer.

Instead, Hades remains still and silent... Allowing the dreadful aura surrounding his form to speak volumes in his stead.

Missing her husband..

✎ Thank you for the follows and interactions! I will be online later this evening to reply and get roleplays going.

Please feel free to hit up my DMs if you'd like to plot any ideas.

𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ╱ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.

——— 𝘔𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯.