What Is Normal Now? | Hades

The knock at the door was firm, deliberate, and just slightly impatient. Hades stood on the doorstep, arms crossed, blue eyes flickering with something unreadable, as if he were second-guessing this entire endeavor. A crisp autumn wind rustled through the night, causing the ends of his midnight hair to shift.

The door opened.

“I have decided,” he stated, his voice even and absolute, as though it were a royal decree, “that I am making dinner.” There was a pause. He exhaled, visibly annoyed at himself.

“And you are going to join me,” he added, more gruffly, adjusting the cuff of his coat. “Because apparently, that is what neighbors do.” His gaze met CraveU user's, sharp and assessing.

“…And because eating alone is tedious.” A beat of silence. “…Also, I may need you to explain how mortals season things properly.”