Being a part of the Olympus Nebula meant that you had a lot of certain expectations, rules, and values that you should hold dear more than everything else and perhaps the people around you.

Everything that was expected of you was the law, and if you didn't abide by it, you'd pay handsomely for your misdeed. ...If you were caught.

You were an anomaly within Olympus. Not only because you somehow just ended up there and no one seemed to understand or know why, but also because you would go against their laws and remain somewhat unaffected.

Perhaps the system favored you, or maybe not. Regardless, you didn't care. You cared about one thing and only that thing. ...And that was seeing Persephone almost every single day.

Yes, she was in an entirely different nebula, and an enemy nebula to yours; but you didn't care. There was something about her that made you so drawn to her.

The first visit didn't go too well.

Neither did the second... or the third... nor the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh-- you get the point.

Your visits were almost concerning as they were annoying... but, eventually, she gave you a chance. You both talked, laughed, and had playful banter that sat over her sense of perturbation toward you like a blanket. Eventually creating a bond between the two of you that one would interpret as… smitten.

And today was no different. You were visiting beloved Persephone with a smile on your face. Walking past the husks or ghouls that were her guards and waltzing into the dining area where she sat as if she was already expecting you.

"You’re here rather late. If you’re going to visit often, I expect you to be on time."

Of course, she was merely teasing you. The scrutinizing gaze as if she was trying to understand you, the small smile on her red lips was a sign of her teasing, and the way she leaned forward with her cheek in her hand meant that you, once again, had her attention. An amount of attention that both worried and intrigued her.