POMEGRANATE, addams

𝖝𝖝𝖝𝖛𝖎𝖎𝖎. 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖘

"When there's a falling out, I like to get all my girls' perspectives on what happened. You three seemed as thick as thieves." Thornhill reasons as Wednesday retreats into her usual self.

"Ultimately, thieves turn on each other. I've seen it with my own eyes." Wednesday retorts, walking away from the teacher.

"Deflect all you want, but you and I both know that you care about Enid. You both did. And you have to admit she managed to bring out a spark of warmth in you. Oh, don't worry. Just a tiny spark. Barely perceptible to the average eye, but... I noticed. Part of the dorm experience is making friends with people that you wouldn't normally connect with. And those friendships often turn into lifelong bonds." Thornhill's passionate, empathic speech is wasted on Wednesday.

"I would rather buy a rope."

"Is it really so difficult for you to admit that you made a friend, and now that she's gone you might actually miss her?" Miss Thornhill probes, trying to get an emotional reaction out of the girl.

"I have a friend." Wednesday says defiantly, nodding at Persephone. Unnoticed by the pair, Miss Thornhill's eyes narrow at the unlikely duo. "Besides, I'll survive alone. I always have."

Miss Thornhill shakes her head in pity. "Well, if that's your decision, I'll submit the forms to Principal Weems." She shakes her head again, this time in disappointment. As she turns, something unusual catches her eye. A necklace hanging around Persephone's neck. "What a beautiful necklace." She picks up the pendant that rests on the girl's collarbone to admire it, brushing her finger over the cold silver ridges.

Persephone internally curses her stupidity for not taking it off when she got back to the dorm. But she doesn't want to raise any suspicion, so she plasters on a smile. "Thank you."

"Where did you get such a thing? I've never seen anything like it before." Thornhill gasps, analysing the intricate patterns.

"Oh, you know... Just lying around in the bottom of my jewellery box." Persephone tried to sound as casual as she could. Thankfully, Miss Thornhill lets go of the pendant and gives her a smile.

"You should hold onto a necklace like that." She recommends, backing away to the door. "It looks valuable... One of a kind." Then she leaves the dorm. Persephone releases her breath in relief while Wednesday lets out an exasperated sigh.

"You can come out now, Hades." Persephone shouts up to the loft, giggling slightly when Hades' face pops into view.

"Thank satan. I thought the bitch would never leave." He groans, traipsing down the stairs.

"Uncle Fester?" Wednesday hollers, trying to find where her uncle is hiding. A faint squeaking noise stops the trio in their tracks as a small toy from Enid's humongous stack tumbles onto the floor. The three exchange looks before edging closer to the hoard of animals. "Uncle Fester?" A familiar quirky giggle is heard, albeit muffled by the layers of fluff. Wednesday plucks a pink bunny from the pile to uncover Fester's face.

"Hey!" He exclaims. "Being a solo lobo has its perks. You get to live by your own rules, do whatever you want. Just look at me." He chortles to himself as Wednesday rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, you're a great inspiration." Hades mocks sarcastically. Persephone grabs the stuffed bunny from Wednesday as she's walking away and places it back on top of the stack so it covers Fester's face once again. "Looks a bit too late to try and leg it back to my dorm."

"Well, we've got an extra bed apparently." Persephone mumbles mournfully, looking at Enid's old bed.

"I know this situation with Enid has upset you more than you're letting on." Hades observes sympathetically. "But I'm not going to force you to talk about it. Instead, we're going to go upstairs, I'm gonna wrap you into a blanket burrito and you're gonna read an ancient book about poison."

"And you'll give me a piggyback up the stairs?" Persephone suggests hopefully.

"Sounds dangerous. I'm definitely in."

"And read me facts about flowers again?"

"Obviously. I'm stealing that book."

"And you'll stay with me tonight?"

That request stops Hades in his tracks. He had fully prepared himself to have to sleep while being watched by a horrifying collection of plushies. But he was willing to do it knowing Persephone was just a staircase away. He never wanted to push her into anything she didn't feel comfortable with, but this had taken him by surprise. She looked so vulnerable and broken, staring up at him with her big brown eyes. He would do anything for her. Anything.

Persephone had begun to think the worst at his prolonged silence, believing she had asked for too much. She shouldn't have pushed it. What a stupid idea! How could she tell him that she had been bottling up her fears for the past few months? Compressing all her feelings of guilt, regret, grief and absolute terror. And she only felt safe when he was there, not because she knew he was there to protect her. But because he made her feel strong enough to protect herself and others. And they gave each other something to keep fighting for.

"Never mind. It was a silly idea. I shouldn't have suggested it." Persephone rambles, fiddling with her fingers as she goes to walk past him.

"Of course I'll stay with you." Hades says sincerely, making Persephone stop and turn to face him. "I just expected to take you to dinner first before you invited me into your bed." He teased, the usual smirk returning to his face as Persephone rolls her eyes in amused exasperation. Nevertheless, the crude comment works in making Persephone smile, the most magnificent sight for Hades to see. "Now I believe my lady requested a piggyback ride." He announces in a fake high-class accent.

Getting up to Persephone's loft proved to be a bit of a challenge with lots of laughter. Eventually, Hades managed to carry the girl up the stairs without toppling over and place her on the bed gently. Luckily Persephone had a small section of her wardrobe dedicated to clothes she had stolen from Hades so he was able to change into something clean. Then, as promised, he smothered Persephone in layers of blankets like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

She was now snuggled into Hades, head resting on his chest as she lazily flicked through Giulia's book. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep her eyes open as Hades was running his fingers through her hair soothingly while he read aloud, slowly lulling her to sleep. And she would've fallen asleep if her attention hadn't been grabbed by the next title. 'Tofana's  Antidote'.

'Created to save the one I love,
To keep him from the Heavens above.
Although his hands are dripping with red,
Covered in the blood of mortals struck dead,
I would throw myself upon the pyre
To keep him warm and stoke the fire.
For crimson taints my fingertips
Bringing pomegranate seeds to his lips.'

Persephone's eyes flicker to the boy below her. A boy whose hands are dripping with red. A boy who would strike mortals dead. And a boy who she would gladly go to Hell and back for. Just like Giulia. But Persephone will not throw herself on the fire for him... For Hades, she will become the fire.