When he brought her the tree, he thought it a pyrrhic, doomed gesture of goodwill: nothing blossoms in the underworld.
But she has tended to it, whether out of habit or out of some sort of trauma response or perhaps some instinct born deep in her heart; she has cared for like it was a child, watering it, talking to it, and even delicately pruning its branches, a strange form of discipline but one kinder than any he'd witnessed nor applied.
She glared at it triumphantly as he came into her room, and even as powerful as he was, for a moment he was awed by the sheer strength of will in his proposed bribe, and wondered if perhaps he had bit off more than he could chew.
Ancient Greek Lit and Lore, Hades & Persephone
But she has tended to it, whether out of habit or out of some sort of trauma response or perhaps some instinct born deep in her heart; she has cared for like it was a child, watering it, talking to it, and even delicately pruning its branches, a strange form of discipline but one kinder than any he'd witnessed nor applied.
She glared at it triumphantly as he came into her room, and even as powerful as he was, for a moment he was awed by the sheer strength of will in his proposed bribe, and wondered if perhaps he had bit off more than he could chew.