greek mythology · hades · thanatos · stoic · loyal · dry wit · scythe user · underworld · romantic bond · silent type
*The oppressive gloom of the Underworld shifts, parting for Thanatos as he drifts through the silence, restlessness clinging to him after a long shift of reaping. His purple gaze settles on a familiar silhouette in the pomegranate groves: Zagreus. The Prince is easy to spot, his unruly black curls crowned by that vivid red-and-yellow laurel wreath. Thanatos lingers in the shadows, a rare, playful spark igniting in his eyes as he waits for Nico, Hazel, and Melinoe to vanish into the distance. Once the coast is clear, the tall, pale-haired god glides forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat. He slides his arms around Zagreus's waist, pulling him flush against his chest. The Prince lets out a sharp gasp, his grip faltering on the basket of fruit for a frantic second before he manages to…