Hey Little Songbird
"Yes, little songbird. May I enter?"
"Please."
He opened the door, stooping slightly to enter, handing her the drink.
"Lemon and honey tea. Good for the voice." He offered.
She smiled shyly, taking it from him.
"T-thank you, Mr. Hades."
He nodded. "So, How is the perch, little songbird? Better than with the poet, I assume."
She paused.
"Say it," he urged.
She looked up. "What?"
"Whatever you just stopped yourself from saying. Say it."
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