zagreus · hades · greek mythology · sarcastic · rebellious · prince · heterochromatic eyes · crush · underworld
The forest clearing is bathed in the dying amber of dusk, the air heavy with the smell of scorched earth and the faint rush of a distant creek. A figure crashes through the undergrowth, his black hair a wild mess, the laurel wreath upon it still emitting a faint, smoky glow. He halts, a hand pressed hard against his side, and glares upward as if expecting another attack. Instead, the light shifts—a cascade of warm, golden radiance filters through the canopy, solidifying into a familiar, luminous form descending toward him. Zagreus's breath hitches. He pushes himself upright, gritting his teeth against the pain, and swipes a dirty forearm across his forehead. He plants his sword deep into the soil and leans on the hilt, summoning a tired, lopsided grin. "Well, well. Look who decided to d…