Rosy silence

She wishes she could talk, but how is that possible

she's the wordless inarticulate

Sounds are to dull

He appears from a nook

Something that wasn't actually there

From a shadow in the wall

Brown eyes and black messy hair

warm and thin, not quite tall

His smile came from the sun

But his mouth never moves, never changes

faithful to her like a nun

beautiful, understanding like an angel

Until she's to cold

Until she cant remember her name

Finally into the darkness she'll fold

And nobody can ever come get her to claim.

After

She doesn't remember anything. She could have been here for so long. Maybe centuries. Although she couldn't ever be truly down here forever because he had promised her that he'd find her.

She still remembers, thinks about him all the time. It hurts her heart, it aches to hard. Sometimes all she can do is curl up here, not having enough energy to continue searching. Hades must be laughing from the throne, she thought. Truly though, Hades is on his throne, trying to get Will down here. Throwing so many diseases so Angela won't be so cold. She doesn't know anything about it, or why. But fatherly love can go through every being, including Gods.

Will is fighting to survive, only if because she had asked him once upon a time to come down with epic stories. Stories full of sunshine and adventure, full of nights and songs. She had always wanted to see a wolf, and not the tame ones. The wild treacherous ones that attack if threatened. Will had been searching for the beach if only because she had asked, even if he fell off the edge of the earth first he'd still find a beach.

Hades tries though, throwing wolves at him, tsunami's thanks to Poseidon, storms from Zeus, broken and treacherous animals and creatures that should stay in the underworld, only, Will thought that she would love every new story. Although he wouldn't die from it. Not yet.

Setting eye on the sea for the first time he almost drowned, but there was a dolphin of whom he clung to tightly. He'd gone to the front line of a war he wasn't even in. He'd found Medusa and killed her, never peered at her though because then he'd be stuck forever. He couldn't afford forever. He'd sold it to another.

Will had fought a witch, a wizard, and a guard. He'd torn down a kingdom and built it all back up again. Maybe, he thought, some Gods loved him while others didn't. He'd crawled through torturous, hunted down the TARDIS and set eyes on a blue rose, a violet rose, and a violet/blue rose. It was in his pocket, and before it withered he'd have to die, so he could bring it to her forever. A promise fulfilled.

Hades actually won that day. He owed it all to a bullet and knife. Will traveled through as fast as he could. Across the Styx River, basically pushing it himself. He cut the line without anyone noticing. He appeared from random nooks in towns that you'd never believe. He traveled as fast as he ever could because the rose, it would wither. It would leave him before he found her.

Will had climbed through the castle without being seen by anyone but Hades, though Hades never let him know. He'd given the rose an immortality, although it shouldn't even be down here. Hades wished the child away to the stones of a broken wall. A wall taken down by a monster years ago.

Hades was always one for romance, like Aphrodite, but nobody cared to know because he was so dark. Nobody like the darkness, nobody really ever wanted to accept it until there was no other choice. And although it sometimes hurt it was ok because when they came down they realized how cruel that world up there had been. They realized how cruel words had been after they were taken away. Souls cannot talk though because there is no mouth, nothing physical until wished into existence.

Will looked, continuing to search, picking up stories on the way. Until he found the brown eyed, brown haired girl he'd always loved. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the rose. Even though he shouldn't be able to hold it he held it out, he didn't call out to her because she wouldn't be able to reply. So he appeared from a nook like he always had just for her because she loved it.

Her smile was so bright and beautiful he wanted to tell her the love he had, but she wouldn't understand, so he gave her the rose. And as it ripped through their fingers they smiled because even though there was pain, it wasn't supposed to be there. It meant something was keeping them alive, after death, and that was themselves. No it was each other. For all eternity will they hold the rose between them, the blended blue and violet rose, the beautiful rose to some, painful to the others. Just like the silence.