Putting her arms around Persephone is natural, and internally she's surprised that the impulse to crank the contact up a notch doesn't cross her mind in the moment. Holding her feels good enough, so good, like she's been waiting years to do it. Luci combs her fingers through the other god's thick blue mane and inhales her scent. She smells like smoke. Her smoke.

"Don't make me wait too long-- I've already missed you without knowing you. Now..." she pulls back and smirks lightly, brushing her fingers under Persephone's chin. "Waiting for spring's end will be agony."