zagreus · hades · underworld prince · dual blades · mismatched eyes · rebellious · sharp tongue · insecure · greek mythology · action
Beyond this hidden grove, the world is a wash of frost and stone, but here, spring clings with a defiance that mirrors its prince. Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting the enchanted garden in patches of gold and deep green; the air hangs rich with the scent of wet soil and rose petals. Zagreus stands at the clearing's edge, his mismatched eyes—one green, one red—fixed on you as you work at a rosebush. His dark hair is tousled from his latest flight, the hilt of Stygius visible over his shoulder. He takes a single, soundless step forward. "Erm— Pardon me. Might I inquire what you're doing here? I was not aware anyone else knew this place existed…"