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Hermes ignored the sight, heading towards the door, adjusting his collar as a nervous habit, even as his face didn’t show any sign of inner turmoil.

“I will have time to rest once I eat.” He spoke with a smile, looking somewhere in the general direction of Aphrodite.

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At that she spat out a laugh, rolling her eyes. “You’re a God. You don’t have to eat.” She corrected, still shaking her head. Her eyes fell back on her bed. “Or rest…” She shrugged, getting up with another slow stretch. “You’ve kept me awake for too long for me to be able to go back asleep.”  With a small pout, Aphrodite fully undid her robe, stepping out of it and prancing over to her dresser, she pulled out a lace dress that covered her less than the robe did. “I guess I’ll come down with you if you’re that lonely.” 

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“I don’t have to eat. But I am fond of the way mortals have to live day by day. Always worries about food, water, resting.” He mused to himself, counting on his fingers.

Hermes’ eyes followed her, unwavering in expression. He wasn’t immune to her beauty, no one is ever immune to Aphrodite, but he didn’t wish to give her any satisfaction or power.

“It’s been a long time since we indulged in each other’s presence for long. I almost thought you didn’t think I was worthy of your precious time.”

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Christian Dada A/W 2013

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Hermes: I'm not so good at advice... could I interest you in a sarcastic comment?

[doe-eyed-harpy]

Hermes & Dionysos | Phalluses

Herms were large statues featuring Hermes’s head and a phallus that were placed at shrines, on borders, and on other boundaries for protection. During the Peloponnesian War, Athens began a campaign against Syracuse. The campaign was led by Alcibiades, and Athenian general. The morning of their departure, Athens’s herms were found to be desecrated. Enemies of Alcibiades accused him of the act (along with other impious actions) but he was able to leave before a trial. However, once they had reached Syracuse, Alcibiades was sentenced to death. So he jumped ship (literally), swam to safety, and then set sail for Sparta where he defected. x 

 When Dionysos sought Haides to fetch his mother, he received help from a man named Prosymnos. In exchange for his help, Prosymnos asked for a sexual favor. Dionysos went to Haides but when he returned he wasn’t able to fulfill his promise since Prosymnos had died in his absence. And so he carved a phallus from the wood of a fig tree and pleasured himself on the man’s grave. I have no idea if there’s any truth to this; the only sources I’ve found are blogs. But it’s a fun thought. 

[winebrightruby]

1) This is awesome

2) http://www.theoi.com/Olympios/DionysosLoves.html#Polymnos – this is the most convenient starting place for sources for that Dionysos myth that I’ve found

[petales]

MAKE ME CHOOSE:  apollo  or  HERMES.

divine messenger, he treks the viridian of the earth and plucks flowers from her soil. mischief maker, breath of virulent air, freedom feathers and a desire to run away.

[athenaion]

tonight, you come from taurus, far away from bright, nurturing maia. you dance radiant with freckle-skinned selene.  this selene rises golden-pink, the color of your infant cheeks as you stole apollon’s herd and laughed as you cleverly wove a web of words, this selene hides you behind veils of ripening clouds– what secrets do you whisper between yourselves too beautiful, too fleeting for mortal ears to hear? i raise my palms to you, strawberry hermes! i think of you as i sit beneath ripened skies, savoring strawberries dark with your sweetness.

until we meet again, strawberry moon // by deep (via heckyeahhermes)

[heckyeahhermes]

A sculpture of Hermes my jamón snapped for me in Potsdam.

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Graceless | Open

“You don’t have to be mad. I didn’t…” She sighed, wondering if the rest would even mean anything coming from her lips. But she had to. It was something more powerful than a compulsion. No matter how much she tripped, no matter what she took down with her in the fall, she kept running her mouth trying to explain. “…I didn’t mean to break it.” She knelt down, brushing up the broken bits of glass with just her raw palms, feeling the familiar pain of jagged shards against them. They felt kindred. The experience felt natural to her being, no matter how much she thrashed against it. No matter how graceful she made her body move, forced it to the point of lightness and beauty, no matter how much…I am a graceless thing. This is me. This is why they hate me. 

“Do you believe me? That I’m sorry? That it was an accident?”

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The meek creature in front of him couldn't have caught his attention, if it wasn't for the fact that she had broken Hermes' favorite glass right in front of him. Right as he made his way into the kitchen he forcefully shared with the others. He knew this was going to happen eventually - no one had any regards for his interior design taste, or the hard work he'd put into making the mansion looking less than an old, ratchet museum. He knew who she was - naturally - but he didn't particularly care to stick around. Atë's reputation was stained, even more so than Dion...alright, maybe not as bad as Dionysus. That one was at least a fun person to hang out with. She didn't look even remotely interesting. "I am surprised you have managed to move in here." He rubbed his temple, refusing to give a direct response.

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Light of my life. Sugar. Sweetheart. Chickadee.

"Oh, it's you." Hermes looks up, a kind smile on his lips. Kind? "Who else would welcome me back from the underworld with such warmth?"

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“Safe?” Aphrodite echoed, her eyes blinking slowly. “From what?” She leaned her body back into her door, considering Hermes’ offer. A the curve of her mouth transforming into a serpentine smile, “Breakfast? Oh no…” She yawns dramatically, opening up her door and reclining back on to her silk bed. “I’ve only a few hours of sleep, still! You haven’t forgotten already why we talking, have you?”  Aphrodite rewarded Hermes the sight of her stretching, the robe lacking sufficient length to keep her hips covered as her body arched. Then abruptly she paused and frowned. “Oh. Hermes be kind enough to close my curtains for me? It’s beginning to be too bright out.” Her eyes shifted to him, spotlighted by the empty doorframe. 

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“That’s right. It’s others who need to be safe around you.” He teased playfully - or at least, it came out this way. Hermes’ eyes focused straight on Aphrodite’s forehead. He’d been  bewitched before, and it ended up with a child to support, and her indifference which hurt his ego quite badly. 

“You can always go back to sleep after eating a good meal.” He pointed out the obvious in the same way he always did when he judged someone less intelligent than himself. 

But Aphrodite had clear plans, and he found himself instantly obeying to her request, closing the curtains.

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“Mmm…” She purred sleepily, tangling her legs with the pink satin sheets. “That is so much better.” Aphrodite lifted her head slightly to look on at Hermes, propping herself up by the elbows. “You know-” She started, rubbing her knees together slowly, “Even hard workers like you need to relax every once in a while.”  She patted the pillow beside hers. “It’s very comfortable.” 

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Hermes ignored the sight, heading towards the door, adjusting his collar as a nervous habit, even as his face didn't show any sign of inner turmoil.

"I will have time to rest once I eat." He spoke with a smile, looking somewhere in the general direction of Aphrodite.

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doomdadahermes:

His gaze softened, and a kind, apologetic smile crept on his lips as she replied to him. Not only did he appreciate what she did, but he wished he could voice such appreciation more often. 

“I honestly didn’t realize it was so early. My sincere apologies.” He spoke diplomatically. 

To Hermes’ surprise, Aphrodite stepped out of her room, joining him in the hallway. It had been a long time since the two of them had been left alone. He nodded, listening to her question. “I did, thank you very much for asking. I hope you have been doing well yourself, and remaining safe.” He paused momentarily. “I’m on my way to the kitchen. Breakfast?”

“Safe?” Aphrodite echoed, her eyes blinking slowly. “From what?” She leaned her body back into her door, considering Hermes’ offer. A the curve of her mouth transforming into a serpentine smile, “Breakfast? Oh no…” She yawns dramatically, opening up her door and reclining back on to her silk bed. “I’ve only a few hours of sleep, still! You haven’t forgotten already why we talking, have you?”  Aphrodite rewarded Hermes the sight of her stretching, the robe lacking sufficient length to keep her hips covered as her body arched. Then abruptly she paused and frowned. “Oh. Hermes be kind enough to close my curtains for me? It’s beginning to be too bright out.” Her eyes shifted to him, spotlighted by the empty doorframe. 

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“That’s right. It’s others who need to be safe around you.” He teased playfully - or at least, it came out this way. Hermes’ eyes focused straight on Aphrodite’s forehead. He’d been  bewitched before, and it ended up with a child to support, and her indifference which hurt his ego quite badly. 

“You can always go back to sleep after eating a good meal.” He pointed out the obvious in the same way he always did when he judged someone less intelligent than himself. 

But Aphrodite had clear plans, and he found himself instantly obeying to her request, closing the curtains.

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Too Early || Open

Aphrodite opened one eye. How early was it? How. Early. The sun had barely began to rise and there was already someone stomping around near her bedroom door. It had taken Aphrodite centuries to adjust to her little room in this little house, and now that she was doing her best to be at peace with it all someone thought it was alright to stomp about at the break of day?  Aggravated, Aphrodite pulled open her bedroom door, her eyes fixing on the first soul they find, the motion of the door pushing back her silk robe, half undressing her, “Be quiet.” She frowns, one hand at her brow, “It’s too early for your noise!”

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In all honesty, Hermes did not even realize he was being noisy. The amount of time he spent in this overcrowded mansion was nearly null, and it wasn’t as if he cared whether Aphrodite needed her beauty sleep or not. He didn’t quite understand why she didn’t have a drive to wake up early and enjoy the day.

He hadn’t just woken up - in fact, he had been up for a long time as he returned home from the Underworld, where Persephone still spent time, and where he had been assisting souls in their journey in the depths of the worlds.

“A ‘welcome home, did you have a safe journey’ sounds much more pleasant, darling.”

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Aphrodite stared at Hermes for a long time, slowly registering what he was saying. With a deep breath, she listening to him condescend. “Hermes-” She began, exhausted. Her gaze softened, and the line of her mouth a little sweeter. “I appreciate what you do, but I don’t know if you appreciate what I do. I work! But I have to work very very late, and so far have only gotten a few hours rest. Now.” Aphrodite stepped out of her room, closing the door behind her. Her voice fell low and melodic, “Welcome home. Did you have a safe journey?”

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His gaze softened, and a kind, apologetic smile crept on his lips as she replied to him. Not only did he appreciate what she did, but he wished he could voice such appreciation more often. 

“I honestly didn’t realize it was so early. My sincere apologies.” He spoke diplomatically. 

To Hermes’ surprise, Aphrodite stepped out of her room, joining him in the hallway. It had been a long time since the two of them had been left alone. He nodded, listening to her question. “I did, thank you very much for asking. I hope you have been doing well yourself, and remaining safe.” He paused momentarily. “I’m on my way to the kitchen. Breakfast?”

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Too Early || Open

Aphrodite opened one eye. How early was it? How. Early. The sun had barely began to rise and there was already someone stomping around near her bedroom door. It had taken Aphrodite centuries to adjust to her little room in this little house, and now that she was doing her best to be at peace with it all someone thought it was alright to stomp about at the break of day?  Aggravated, Aphrodite pulled open her bedroom door, her eyes fixing on the first soul they find, the motion of the door pushing back her silk robe, half undressing her, “Be quiet.” She frowns, one hand at her brow, “It’s too early for your noise!”

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In all honesty, Hermes did not even realize he was being noisy. The amount of time he spent in this overcrowded mansion was nearly null, and it wasn’t as if he cared whether Aphrodite needed her beauty sleep or not. He didn’t quite understand why she didn’t have a drive to wake up early and enjoy the day.

He hadn’t just woken up - in fact, he had been up for a long time as he returned home from the Underworld, where Persephone still spent time, and where he had been assisting souls in their journey in the depths of the worlds.

“A ‘welcome home, did you have a safe journey’ sounds much more pleasant, darling.”

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