Hey, Little Songbird

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suddenly nothing is as it was

Hades took her hand, as her shift ended. He walked her to the car, and drove her home.

They were silent.

He walked her into the house quietly, pensively. And, unlike her, Ophelia said nothing to the silence.

Finally, he spoke. "Do you...have something to say to me, Ophelia?"

She looked up at him. She took his hair between her hand. He flinched.

She frowned. "Are you alright?"

He smiled. "Of course. You don't seem like you're alright though. Is there anything—anything at all, that you think you should tell me?"

She looked away. "No..."

He smiled tensely. "Are you sure? Are you positive?"

She sighed. "Why?"

He closed his eyes. "Because I'm contemplating doing something that's going to destroy me. If there's anything you can tell me, so that I don't have to do that, please do."

She reared back, looking up at him with wide eyes. He cupped her fave, looking in her eyes.

"I've come to the shaking conclusions that I would do...almost anything for you. The only thing that will stop me, is you. If you know anything—tell me."

"Anything like what?" She shrunk.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "The bastard. He knows...he knows it'll happen this way."

"Hades what are you saying?"

He turned around composing himself. "Absolutely nothing, my song bird. You should take a bath. A nice long bath, and relax."

He started to walk away, but we'd stopped by her hold on his hair.

"Hey. Isn't it getting too long for you to function?"

He looked down.

She stroked his dark hair. "I'll cut it for you, if you want."

He smiled. "That would be wonderful. Cut it how you want to,"

She got a chair, and had him sit down. He rolled his shoulders trying to relax.

"Oh Hades...you're so tense," she murmured.

He sighed. "I wish I could find out what was wrong, baby. It would make me feel...so much better."

She grabbed some scissors. "What do you think of me, Hades?"

He closed his eyes. "Hm...I love you, Songbird."

She smiled, starting to trim his hair. "And I love you. But I mean...what do you think I am?"

"A human I love?" He asked.

She smiled. "This thing you're going to do, would it have something to do with why you flinch when I pull your hair?"

He swallowed. "No."

She blew a breath out her nose. "Are you lying to me...Adrian?"

He shook his head. "No, no of course not."

"I'm cutting, don't move your head. You're obviously lying. But I all but worship you, Hades. Adrian. You don't have to lie me."

He swallowed. "Maybe in need to lie to myself then."

She bent down, kissing his ear. "Whatever you think you need to do, if it's hurting this much, don't do it, do you hear me?"

"How do I fix this then?" He asked. "You're so...I just need to help you find peace, Ophelia. Tell me how."

"Don't move," she insisted.

"Ophelia, I love you. You're the only person I love. No matter what you are or were, or what you feel you have to hide, you don't."

"I could say the same," she snorted.

"Then..." he looked down. "Since you've always been the upfront one, I'll...I'll tell you. I'll start."

He chuckled. "Don't leave me," he whispered.

She smiled. "I won't."

He clenched his jaw. "I...grew up without my mother for the most part. She died when I was fairly young. My father...he thought I looked just like her. That I acted like her. So..."

He stopped. She put down his scissors, standing in front of him with a grin.

"I'm done. I didn't do much, but I'm proud of it."

She grabbed a mirror holding it in front of his face.

"What do you think?"

He looked at himself briefly before looking away. "It's me."

She smiled. "Yeah. Aren't you beautiful?"

He swallowed. "My father—"

"I know what you're going to say," she interrupted. "But I think of you say those words, they'll hurt you more than anything. Thank you, for trusting me, Adrian."

She tucked a hair behind his ear. "You're beautiful to me."

He sighed, grabbing her her hand. He pulled her into his lap.

"Ophelia," he murmured. "You make me so happy."

She kissed his head. "I love you, Hades."

He held her close. She let her hands roam his body with a calming touch.

His eyes focused on hers. "There's nothing," he shook his head, eyes reverent. "Nothing I won't don't for you, do you understand? Nothing."

She smiled.

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