#ten points if you know what the poppies symbolise

[mydarlingdearestdead]

"Do you dance in the underworld?" Persephone asked, a mischievous glint in her hazel eye. Her garment of ivory and laurel clung to her figure, pooling around her ankles. Her bare-footed innocence almost made her companion laugh outwardly. In her hand, she held a bouquet of poppies. Hades gawked openly as, you see, they had not wilted in his presence as of yet.

Persephone, too, looked upon them. Though, contrasting Hades' open confusion, her expression was one of understanding.

"I cancel you out." She said simply, "You make them wilt, I make them grow. Together, we just... Leave it alone, I guess."

"We cancel each other out." He repeated lamely, "That's... Er, interesting."

A moment of silence passed between the two- Though, it could not be described as awkward as such, nor comfortable.

"So, do you?" Persephone persisted, "Dance?"

Hades, mind clouded by sheer disbelief, shook his head.

"Maybe if I had someone to be my partner." He commented- An expectedly fruitless attempt at jesting.

To his great surprise, Persephone doubled over in laughter. The poppies fell from her grasp to the marble floor. Upon their release, immediately, they began to wilt; The petals turned brown and curled in on one another and the stem simply shrivelled.

Persephone did not notice.

"Maybe you'd get a partner if you practised." She told him, grasping his wrist in her jewel-laden hand, "I'll help."

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