A/N: Third chapter. Writing these longer things are… odd. Hope that they’re well received though! 🙂
Absence made the heart grow fonder.
It was one of the mortals’ expressions that Persephone had found to be completely true.
She had missed her mother dearly in her time underground. She’d missed her cooking, her company, her hugs, her protection. She’d missed her mother’s unconditional love.
Her mother was just generally a very… mothering kind of person.
But by no longer being separated by Hades’ cruelty, Persephone came to remember that her mother was also very, very annoying.
Mostly it was just that she was being overprotective. Extremely so. And refused to realise that Persephone wasn’t a little child any longer. She was a grown woman, though Demeter refused to acknowledge the fact. Something that was made painfully obvious when Persephone got home to find that her bed had been moved into her mother’s room.
She looked at it in horror. She’d missed her bed with the cotton sheets in a pale yellow, so different from the silken ones she’d been given in the Underworld. She’d looked forward to sleeping in it again, but that was when she’d thought she would also get her own room.
Maria Sjöstrand 