mamoru
wannabe prince
The fact that the two of them were comfortable enough to bounce back from a rather pivotal question to be asked in ones life was heavily appreciated. Sure, Persephone could've slapped him and been disgusted, but if she stayed displeased it'd make him feel even worse than a slap would. The fact that she took the question as honestly and with grace was comforting and reassuring that this didn't hinder their relationship and it wouldn't if it ended with either future: married to each other or still friends.
"Certainly not opposed to learning about your secret hideaways. I'm sure you know why, He replied, his anxiety fizzling away. He followed close to Persephone but still respecting her space, casually looking about the gardens as they made their way through it. It seems like they would never escape it while together; every interaction so far as either been entirely in the gardens of Olympus or partially there. It felt sacred, almost. All memories with Persephone being in the beautiful atmosphere, sights and smells of the flourishing gardens of his brother's kingdom.
As they made it to the structure and settled down, he was surprised to have missed this. It wasn't blantantly obvious but it wasn't extremely hidden as well. Though he could understand why Zeus would never show him this on his grandeur tours. It wasn't exactly a structure you would want to show off when all other things were way more impressive, interesting and beautiful than this.
He settled down into his seat, glad to be in the shade for their late breakfast together. "It's nice. It's in the shade so I can't really complain much about it," He joked, a soft smile on his face. If they ate in the heat of the gardens, he'd probably melt in a puddle.
He grabbed a bread roll from the basket, still warm after coming from the oven not long ago. "Do you have any siblings?" He asked, genuinely curious. It felt like Persephone knew more about him than he knew about her.
"Certainly not opposed to learning about your secret hideaways. I'm sure you know why, He replied, his anxiety fizzling away. He followed close to Persephone but still respecting her space, casually looking about the gardens as they made their way through it. It seems like they would never escape it while together; every interaction so far as either been entirely in the gardens of Olympus or partially there. It felt sacred, almost. All memories with Persephone being in the beautiful atmosphere, sights and smells of the flourishing gardens of his brother's kingdom.
As they made it to the structure and settled down, he was surprised to have missed this. It wasn't blantantly obvious but it wasn't extremely hidden as well. Though he could understand why Zeus would never show him this on his grandeur tours. It wasn't exactly a structure you would want to show off when all other things were way more impressive, interesting and beautiful than this.
He settled down into his seat, glad to be in the shade for their late breakfast together. "It's nice. It's in the shade so I can't really complain much about it," He joked, a soft smile on his face. If they ate in the heat of the gardens, he'd probably melt in a puddle.
He grabbed a bread roll from the basket, still warm after coming from the oven not long ago. "Do you have any siblings?" He asked, genuinely curious. It felt like Persephone knew more about him than he knew about her.