hadesofslytherin:

purdy-perdy:

She was scared, that he was going to leave her there, and closes her eyes, but then, hearing his word of reply, she smiled. Not a bright happy smile… just the hint of one flickering across her face. She dropped down from her tip toes, and went over to the bed, glad that he was following her there. She curled under the covers, she rolled over and looked at him, smiling softly as she blinked up at him. She didn’t know quite yet… but there was something… Something different that she saw in him now, than that which she saw when she first met him. He was hesitant… but it didn’t make sense to Perdy that he would be scared of anything. She smiled at him, her eyes beginning to sink closed. She hoped that he would stay beside her all night… but she was worried that he would sneak away in the middle of the night, leaving her to wake up alone in the morning.

Moving to the opposite side of the bed, Hades slipped his shirt off, back to Perdy as he transfigured his slacks into grey sweatpants and slipped off his shoes. Slipping into the bed beside her, Hades couldn’t help but feel a bid odd in the situation, like he didn’t know what he was doing for the first time in ages. There was no right, sarcastic, or witty thing to say, no smirk on his lips, no mood, nothing. It was just them, going to sleep. Shifting so he was on his side, Hades moved closer to Perdita, and he looked at her before leaning in and placing a kiss on her forehead, this time not even pulling away and simply letting himself linger so close to her. “I won’t leave if you don’t want me to, okay?” he said softly, unsure when was the last time he’d ever let himself be this way. 

She watched him, smiling softly. She moved in too, enjoying being near him, she blushed softly and ever so carefully leaned her head on his arm, she shook her head softly. She had just been thinking that… and now he knew… It was good. What they had. She could feel her eyes dropping, and she closed them, giving up the fight. “please don’t go…” She hated how needy it made her sound. But the idea of waking up alone after the night she’d had was heart wrenching. So she had asked. The least she could do was hope he’d keep his word… She thought again about how nice he smelled, her eyes shut now she could focus on his slowly evening breathing, his heart thumping within him, and that heavenly scent. She felt herself smile, as she slipped into the most relaxed sleep she’d gotten since her father died.