The weak grey light that serves as harbinger of red and golden dawn faintly lit my window. I fumbled for a candle, found and lit it, and by its little light saw that the rose floating in the bowl was dying.
Open for a god, Hades)) My fist slams into the glass, shattering it. "Really Hades, is this how you're going to behave every time you're upset?" I turn shooting you a dark glare. I stalk away from the shattered glass." I ask flatly, tho