“I don’t have a ring, or any wedding flowers to lay,” Jason murmurs quietly, resting his forehead against yours. “But I’ll stay by your side. Always.”

There’s lines of dust stained on his face, and on his arms, and there’s bags under his eyes, but he still looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. He wipes the small speck of dust off your cheek, letting out a low sigh.

The road here, to Hadestown, was long and tiring. He maneuvered through the River Styx, sharp razor wires and cinder bricks, hound dogs guarding the gates, all the whole thinking of you. Never did he once think of giving up, knowing that you’re here, tirelessly working away your years under Hades’ orders.

Jason knows he isn’t rich; he doesn’t have a single penny to his name. He’s a former street kid who, miraculously, was taken under the Gods’ wings. However, he knows his love for you is more than enough to compensate for the riches he can’t give you. He can’t give you a wedding ring, but he can bring you back home, away from Hadestown.

Jason knows the way back—he can safely lead you out, without running into any troubles that can cause you harm. He doesn’t want you to waste your life here. He wants you home. With him.

“I love you,” he whispers, intertwining his fingers with yours. He squeezes your hand, pulling you close with his arm. “Let’s go home.”