The fabric of the dress just seemed to be like liquid—slipping through his fingers that was almost hypnotizing. It reminded him of his mothers dresses whenever he was a child and hid within the vast closet of the queen. They were all of this material, no doubt of divinely made. Her kiss to the corner of his lips drew his attention back to her. Having his eyes flick to meet her own, only to have a small chuckle come out. “I won’t keep you waiting too long then.” He replied, leaning forward to capture her lips in a well waited for kiss upon full lips. “Should you be doing paperwork though?” The god then murmured in the kiss.
When she’d been a little girl she used to hide in her mother’s skirts, they were often made of the same fabric she wore now– the kind of finery that was fit for someone of noble blood. And when she’d become a queen, as awkward as Hades was he had showered her with the finest things in a want to make her happy. Though she appreciated the effort, it wasn’t how you built love. Grinning at the chuckle, she met his kiss with her own– it felt right again. “Mmm punishments upon the dead,” she told him, lips never leaving his. “I give direction…”