A flicker of mild bemusement is betrayed through the slight arch in your left brow as Persephone entrusts you with a glass jar, a dandelion enclosed within. 

You no longer remember if agricultural caretaking is incorporated in your work contract, but you’re pretty sure the dead shouldn’t be looking after live plants. 

Before you can voice this observation, however, Persephone dismisses you with a wave of her hand. You bow instinctively, making your way out of the room with fluid motions, despite the little context given regarding the dandelion. 

“What have I gotten myself into?” You sigh, running a hand through your hair once you’ve set the jar down on a coffee table. 

You had led a reasonably unremarkable life before. You were raised in Pyeongtaek, but ended up living out the remainder of your rather short life in Jinhae. You had only lived until fifteen, had no experience in romantic relationships, had never learnt of your origin as a demigod, hadn’t even entered university; all you had from your lifetime was a jar of cherry blossoms, courtesy to your death in Jinhae. 

In the end, you had fallen off a bridge. 

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Nico has no idea who you are. 

Frankly, he doesn’t particularly care, but you are technically the one keeping him alive, so he supposes he should ask for your identity.

Unfortunately, he is a dandelion, and he can’t exactly convey his intended meaning through following the wind and existing. 

So, he waits.

Persephone finally relinquishes him from his perennial form, after two weeks of bickering with Hades.

One can imagine your surprise upon witnessing the dandelion you’ve been taking care of for the past two weeks transform into a pale, dark-haired gloomy teenager with an unkempt bedhead. 

Nico is equally surprised, when, upon closer inspection, he realizes that he’s seen you before. 

“You’re the one they named the bridge after…” Nico realizes, his voice cracking slightly due to not having used it in a while.

Well, this is certainly unexpected.