Persephone paused half a step into her husband's study, then sighed, letting the door close behind her and gesturing pointedly. A bright, happy-looking stand of asphodel sprouted out of nothing, leavening the heavy shadows creeping in curling tendrils and eerie shapes as she swept past Thanatos with a huff.

Hades raised an eyebrow at her and Persephone rolled her eyes, moving through the shadows - one half-animal shape batted at her ankle, but she ignored it - to settle into her husband's lap comfortably; was it her fault Thanatos was so . . . over-dramatic?