Descent
She imagines the crows feet around his dark-chocolate brown eyes would be so endearing to look at–
…and Proserpina hereby bids farewell to her peaceful morning. It is therefore ruined, no thanks to this moron.
“Oh, but a god, my dear,” Apollo sighs, sappily, still droning on somewhere in the background, “…when a god shows their affections, their devotion, it will be unlike any other; our divine touch, the loveliest of smiles that no mortal could ever hope to reach and the favor of a heavenly being that we could only bestow upon one another was a blessing of the highest caliber–”