Hades and PersephoneLyrelin
While she was speaking he raised his head, a bitter smile of mockery drawn on his lips, a harsh heaviness upon his dark eyelids. He was tired of all this. He was tired of being gentle and patient. Enough, he thought. He looked her in the eye this time, to face her, to vomit all the poisonous truth. A light flickered deep in his clear blue-green eyes.
'Have you ever considered, darling,-he suddenly snapped, his voice sour and cold- that I do not need a nice sweet girl by my side?’
Her voice died on her lips and she stood very still.
‘That I do not need a caring wife to ease my burdens, to melt the frost biting my heart?’ He raised from his ebony throne and stood up, tall and dark. His skin was paler than ever.
‘You came down here to prove your myopic mother that your pretty head can bear a crown as well, you came and asked me for a liberation from her suffocating clasp, and, oh yes, I liked that.’
He came closer to her, slowly, every step seem