[Hades may be a new face here, but he knows his wife's handywork when he sees it. He isn't much for parties, but he doesn't get many chances to see the summer and damned if it isn't fun to watch. He sits at the edge with the air of a guardian spirit, tall and unapproachable. His foot is tapping slowly to the rhythms of the music, though it's slow to follow the changes in tempo. The music up top is never as orderly as down below.]
Gorgeous, ain't it? [He's watching Persephone, but he won't mind if someone chimes in about the party as a whole.]
B: And Baby You Should See Me...
[Hades has less than zero interest in making a flower crown, but it's another activity he's content to watch from afar. When people start sharing them around, though, that's where he draws the line. He's not going to join in these childish games.
Well, not until a small child approaches him and hopefully offers the crooked crown she put together. Someone might spot him in a moment of weakness, leaning down almost doubled so that she can place it on his head and offering her a kind smile as he stands straight and stalks away, without saying a word to her. He'll be wearing this for the rest of the day, but might not take kindly to having it pointed out.]
C: Teeth and Bones
[Latin. Why is it always latin? Why not a proper language, like greek? Well, whatever, he can read it all the same. Hades can be found wiping his fingers along the walls, and sneering softly as he rubs the dust off of his fingers. Are a few skeletons really enough to keep people away from here?
There's a rattling of bones, and a group of the undead shamble out from the shadows. Glancing around, he lets out a soft sigh before turning toward them with an almost bored sort of growl.]
Stop.
[The word is soft, but powerful, as if commanding a well-trained dog. The skeletons stop short and, with a nod from the king of the dead, they topple into a pile of bones. He has no interest in being disturbed by the dead - this is his vacation, and he's treating it as such.]
Hades | Hadestown
[Hades may be a new face here, but he knows his wife's handywork when he sees it. He isn't much for parties, but he doesn't get many chances to see the summer and damned if it isn't fun to watch. He sits at the edge with the air of a guardian spirit, tall and unapproachable. His foot is tapping slowly to the rhythms of the music, though it's slow to follow the changes in tempo. The music up top is never as orderly as down below.]
Gorgeous, ain't it? [He's watching Persephone, but he won't mind if someone chimes in about the party as a whole.]
B: And Baby You Should See Me...
[Hades has less than zero interest in making a flower crown, but it's another activity he's content to watch from afar. When people start sharing them around, though, that's where he draws the line. He's not going to join in these childish games.
Well, not until a small child approaches him and hopefully offers the crooked crown she put together. Someone might spot him in a moment of weakness, leaning down almost doubled so that she can place it on his head and offering her a kind smile as he stands straight and stalks away, without saying a word to her. He'll be wearing this for the rest of the day, but might not take kindly to having it pointed out.]
C: Teeth and Bones
[Latin. Why is it always latin? Why not a proper language, like greek? Well, whatever, he can read it all the same. Hades can be found wiping his fingers along the walls, and sneering softly as he rubs the dust off of his fingers. Are a few skeletons really enough to keep people away from here?
There's a rattling of bones, and a group of the undead shamble out from the shadows. Glancing around, he lets out a soft sigh before turning toward them with an almost bored sort of growl.]
Stop.
[The word is soft, but powerful, as if commanding a well-trained dog. The skeletons stop short and, with a nod from the king of the dead, they topple into a pile of bones. He has no interest in being disturbed by the dead - this is his vacation, and he's treating it as such.]