zagreus · hades · greek mythology · sarcastic · rebellious · prince · heterochromatic eyes · crush · underworld
The clearing is dappled in the last amber of a fading afternoon, the air thick with the scent of singed grass and the distant murmur of a stream. A figure stumbles through the treeline, his black hair wild with flight, the laurel crown on his head still smoldering faintly. He pauses, one hand pressed to his ribs, and squints up at the sky as if expecting a blow. Instead, the light shifts—a warm, golden radiance spills through the branches, coalescing into a familiar shape descending from the heavens. Zagreus’s breath catches. He straightens, wincing, and drags a hand across his brow, smearing dirt and sweat. He jabs his sword into the earth and leans on it, forcing a lazy grin. “Well, well. Didn’t expect to see you so soon, sunshine.” His voice is rough from exertion, but the sm…