Laying in the middle of her garden, humming as she idly winds vines up along the trellis with her fingers.
βIt comes as easily to me as ruling the underworld does to you.β She coos softly, smiling as she takes a seat on one of the benches.
βItβs not my favourite work, but Iβve been cultivating this garden for so many centuries now.β
βOh do tell me more.β She coos, smirking as she guides him into the garden of her choosing. It is almost similar to the one she has in the underworld, though it is obvious it was made with mortal hands.
βYou certainly do.β She agrees fondly, squeezing his hand.
βThough I would be fond of you in any clothing at all.β
Her cheeks burn for a moment, before nodding in approval. He looked incredible in anything to her, honestly.
βI think it suits you, my love.β
βOf course; my love. Just try these on and we can go.β She smiled softly, pressing a light kiss to his nose.
βIt should be easy enough.β
βI get it, my love. We shall simply have to make use of the time we have.β She smiles as kindly as she can, squeezing his hands.
βQuickly, we must make our way to a shop.β

