Hades and Persephone Set

Say—
She noticed something, a long time ago, that sort of worried her. She didn't have to say a word to him for him to know what she wanted. She didn't have to open her mouth, didn't even have to look at him. He just knew things.
But he had to mumble and fidget, after all the centuries, when he wanted something from her (and that something was often just for her to glance at him it seemed). He still had to speak up to get his message across. She never had learned his body language, though he knew her instantly. She wondered if there was a reason for that…

Toys—
He treated her more like a princess than a queen. He doted on her in his own awkward way. He still didn't talk to her much, still fidgeted and mumbled when he had to, but he constantly showered her with presents and riches. One morning, only a few years into their marriage, she had woken up to a set of dolls of colored glass and figurines made of emerald, ruby, sapphire, and onyx.
Though, she mused as she brushed his hair out of his face and watched his cheeks color, her favorite toy he'd ever given her would definitely be himself.

Brat—
She could be a real brat sometimes. She knew that, and used it to her advantage that everyone else knew it too. If she acted like a brat, at least in the Underworld, she could get whatever she wanted. Hades was working and wouldn't give her attention? Huff and pout in the corner was an instant remedy. Something she wanted but couldn't get? Pout and tear up, she'd have it in an instant.
It did have it's negative effects. Rather than treating her like his wife, sometimes she wondered if she was supposed to be Hades' daughter with how he acted. And there was the whole issue of the constant toys he leaves for her, the plushies and figurines and elaborate doll houses with insane amounts furniture and what-not.
She weighed the pros and cons of acting like a brat. Cons—Hades treated her like a child, most everyone else ignored her opinion, and she spent most of her time playing with toys. Pros—she got what she wanted, when she wanted it, and Hades made some absolutely adorable flustered faces when she pouted. … She'd stick with being a brat.

Dance—
When she had met Hades, he didn't seem to like music or dancing. So she called him odd and went and danced with Hecate. His dislike for music or dance had been filed away as a "forever fact" and she'd never think of him and dancing in the same sentence again. So when Charon was in a hurry to get her back to the courtyard one fall, she was a little puzzled by the "dance" comment. What dance, and why was Hades hosting it?
"He's not hosting it, he's participating. Iris decided it was the fastest way to get him out of his usual 'boo-hoo Persephone's gone' funk and it got a little out of hand. It's amazingly entertaining though—you have not laughed until you've seen Hades trying to do jumpstyle. I cannot remember the last time I've seen anyone fall on their ass so many times. He's pretty awesome at shuffle though…"
Persephone could only tilt her head and stare blankly until she saw the courtyard. Normally this time of year, the flowers would be budding. Apparently, they had not even been planted. Instead, she saw her Hades, in jeans and old baggy hoodie, sliding and stomping across the courtyard, Iris next to him with the exact same moves.
"Bet you can't do jumpstyle now," she laughed as the song ended.
"Four rubies and a string of pearls says I can."
Morpheus, who appeared to be in charge of the music, seemed to take next to no time before deciding on a song. Persephone watched her Hades kick and jump and spin in total sync with Iris (who was leaving trails of rainbows around her as she danced). At one point, it seemed as if they'd kick each other, only to spin around one another and move to the other side of the courtyard. Charon snickered at her awestruck face.
"Told you it was entertaining," he said, pulling her out of the boat. "Wait 'til he falls on his ass, that's the best part."
Thanatos swatted him upside the head as they neared the edges of the courtyard, Persephone still in awe over Hades actually dancing—and rather well at that.
"Iris introduces entirely new worlds to us sometimes," Thanatos murmured. "I'm not sure where she finds it, or how she picks it up, but it seems to do a lot of good down here."
"How so?" Persephone asked faintly.
"He hardly realized it'd been a whole spring and summer, spent all his time learning the moves so he could keep up with Iris."
And suddenly she was horribly jealous. She had always wanted to dance with her Hades. He was HERS afterall. So why did he synch up with Iris so well, smile faintly and move fluidly? Why didn't he fidget? Why was he laughing with her, dammit?!

Play—
When she was younger, she would play with the toys he'd leave for her. She preferred the toys to the people of the Underworld. They were creepy and seemed to stalk her sometimes. So she stayed in her room and played with her toys.
Now that she's older, she still has toys she likes to play with. Namely, the blushing, fidgeting Lord of the Dead in front of her.

Know—
He knew things. He always knew everything she asked him. Why was there sky when they were underground? "Nyx and Hemera like set places to reside. They made a sky for when they came back down here." Why do the flowers glow? "The soil they grow in add a certain nutrient that makes them glow." Where did the animals come from? "Most likely, more little monsters born from Echidna or her offspring." Why does it never rain? "The water doesn't evaporate down here, so there's no way for it to condense and precipitate." But then why are their clouds? "Nyx and Hemera like their privacy."
She never did ask the questions he couldn't answer. She never thought of them. So to her, Hades was all-knowing, and therefore perfect.
"You bullshit your way through her questions, don't you?" Thanatos asked after Persephone skipped away, giggling over how smart her husband was.
"Only sometimes.

Wrong—
It was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! He crumpled another piece of paper and threw it into the trashcan. He pulled his hair up, letting out a long sigh and wondering how the hell he was going to get this out.
He huffed, turning up the volume on his iPod up (he loved that thing, and would always be grateful to Iris for getting it for him—regardless of if it was pink or not). He kind of swayed with the beat, closing his eyes and letting himself fall into the music. Within the music, everything was right and nothing came out wrong. Except for when he fell trying to do a more complicated move in jumpstyle. That came out wrong. But nothing else.
Without realizing it, he'd gotten out of his chair and was dancing, rather like an idiot. He had work to do, but he really didn't want to. It wasn't like any of it was coming out right anyway; it all seemed so horribly wrong. One of his favorite songs replaced the last one, and he couldn't help but sing along. At one point in time, he had hated music. But that was before the computer generated beats, rhythms, melodies, and voices. He'd fallen in love with trance.
It seemed like he'd been dancing forever when he glanced at the door to notice Persephone, with the black and blue teddy bear he'd left that morning tucked in her arms, leaning against the doorframe with that 'you look like an idiot' smile stretched across her soft face. He squeaked—loudly—and felt his face catch fire. She laughed at that, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. He turned his iPod off and dropped his head to stare at the floor, letting his hair hide his face.
She giggled, taking the bear in one hand and wrapping her arms around his neck. He squeaked again, softly, and felt as if his ears would burn off. She still had that effect on him, he wasn't quite sure why, but she never failed to make him feel like some hormonal adolescent.
"You," she murmured, pressing against him and raising herself up on her tiptoes, "are just the cutest thing." She pressed her lips to his and laughed. He managed not to fidget, even returned the chaste kiss and let his hands rest (timidly) on her hips. "Will you teach me? To dance like that? It looks fun."
"Ah," he murmured, blinking at her. She smiled and tilted her head. "O-of course." Dammit, he stuttered. But if that was the only thing that had gone wrong…
Well, at least making a fool of himself was more fun than working.