Mother, let me tell you a secret
Your flowers always died in my hands
And I hated being the goddess of spring
Something you could never understand
And I know how you see me
Your broken, corrupted child of light
But mother, I wanted pomegranates...
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"So... you're skipping the dance?"
"Yes."
"To stake out the monster's lair?"
"Yes.
"... With Eugene?"
"Yes."
Persephone blinks for a moment, before shrugging. "Each to their own, I guess." Wednesday is standing behind Persephone weaving her brunette locks into a complicated plait, interlacing small red roses into the strands. Persephone trusts Wednesday's unrivalled braiding skills and allows her to have creative freedom to do as she wishes. Wednesday was surprised when Persephone asked for her help but was willing to oblige. She likes plaiting hair; it reminds her of making a noose out of rope.
"Done." Wednesday states, securing the braid with ribbon. Persephone admires the hairstyle in a mirror as Wednesday stalks back to her side of the room to prepare for her stakeout.
"Thank you, Wednesday." Persephone says softly, Wednesday only acknowledging her with a nod before returning to rummaging through her drawers. A cheerful knock is heard at the door, both girls assuming it was Eugene as Hades and Persephone planned to meet downstairs.
"I'm coming, Eugene!" Wednesday calls out, hurrying to grab anything she may have forgotten. Persephone, noticing Wednesday's unusually dishevelled state, makes her way to the door to greet Eugene. "Hey, did you happen to grab any extra batteries for the flash-"
The door opens as Wednesday looks up to spot someone who is definitely not Eugene. Persephone's eyebrows furrow. "Tyler?"
"Tyler." Wednesday murmurs, frozen in place. Tyler's eyes fly between the two girls, looking just as confused.
"I got your invite. Guessing you had Thing drop it in the tip jar?" Tyler speculates, holding up a note that had been typed on Wednesday's typewriter.
Persephone sneaks a glance at Thing as Wednesday's face hardens. "Good guess." She grits out, Persephone shaking her head disapprovingly at Thing as he drops to the floor.
"After our last conversation, I wasn't sure I'd even get to speak to you again, but... Well, your note was so genuine and... sweet. Totally took me by surprise." Tyler explains as Persephone becomes even more confused.
"Genuine and sweet? Yeah, that definitely sums up our Wednesday." She comments sarcastically before Wednesday elbows her in the stomach.
Tyler's smile widens, "Well, now that I'm here, I'm glad I came." Wednesday shuffles on her feet, looking uncomfortable in the situation. "You need a few minutes?"
Wednesday still looks frozen in shock so Persephone decides to help her out. "She'll be out soon." Then the door is slammed in Tyler's face and Wednesday storms over to Thing.
