i want a nice soft place to land
Adrian smiled as she slept. She'd been talking to him, and narrowly escaped getting hit by a bus.
But in jumping out of the way of the bus, she hit her head very hard on the asphalt. The doctors said it was most likely temporary, that she was just in shock.
He smoothed her hair back. She blinked opening her eyes.
"Hades? Why am I at my parents house?"
He chuckled. "How do you know?"
"It's my mothers perfume," she sat up, holding her head.
"You were just discombobulated."
She sighed. "I feel like I got hit by a damn bus."
"Well technically you did," he kissed her head. "I was so worried, songbird. So very worried."
She smiled. "How could I forget you? You're the closest thing to a god I've ever ever seen."
"Kiss me," she whispered.
He held her face, "Gladly, my love."
He kissed her gently. "Your parents were so worried,"
She sighed again. "They're going to kill me. Especially my mother."
"I'm not going to kill you, since you're so determined to die anyway," her other stood with her arms crossed.
Ophelia winced. "Mommy, don't mad."
Her mother's eyes opened a little wide, as she turned away, her cheeks heated.
"Well...well I—just get some rest. You can leave a little later."
She shut the door, holding her cheeks. Mommy. Her daughter hadn't called her mommy since she was 2 years old.
Ah, she hadn't cleaned the attic out in while. She should got through some old photos, just in case, these things were important after all.
"Honey, are you alright? You're red?"
She looked up. "Of course I am! Go check on your daughter!"
He reared back. "Okay!"
He sighed, opening the door. He frowned, clearing his throat.
Adrian looked up, with a smile. "Hello, sir."
"Hello. May I ask why you're in bed with my daughter?"
"She wanted me to hold her. She's regained her memories."
Ophelia blushed. "Daddy, I'm tired. I'll talk to you later."
Her father blinked, his skin heated. "O-okay. You be careful now. I'll check on you later."
He shut the door, his ears red. He hadn't heard his daughter call him Daddy since she was five years old. He wiped away a tear.
He needed to clean the attic. There were old photos there—
"Hey! Why are you here?" He shouted.
Ophelia's mother paused. "And you? Why are you here? You never clean anything."
He gasped. "Are you holding pictures of my baby?"
"Your baby? I birthed her!"
"No without my help! Now let me see,"
• • •
"Your parents are odd. They care about you, but they seem..."
"They're Tsunderes. Take me home please."
"Isn't this your home?" He asked.
"Don't be silly. My home is with you."
He kissed her head. "I think you should spend some time with your parents. They seem like they miss you."
She smiled. "Why don't we have them over for dinner at home?"
"Yeah. That sound good. We'll stop by the doctor though, make sure you're okay."
• • •
And so they spent a few more days at her parents house, before they headed home.
The doctor stated nothing was wrong with her. That she had just been in shock, and that while it wasn't common it was something that could happen.
Hades wasn't convinced, but Ophelia seemed to take it all in stride.
She didn't seem very bothered, by anything that had happened.
They drove home, as Hades watched her carefully. Her hair floated in the window her eyes on the blurring scenery.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.
She glanced over at him. "Yeah, I'm fine. But you know something Hades?"
"I think I want to go back to the Mines."
He frowned. "I don't know if that's a good idea—"
She smiled, a certain look in her eyes making him pause. Something about that look...
"You told me I shine like a diamond in the mines didn't you?" She said absently.
"Of course," he cleared his throat. "And you do."
"I think...I need to be a diamond."
• • •
And this ends this terrible arc. It was supposed to be longer with a twist, but I just lost motivation.