Ἀμφιγύεις

Hephaestus is the Greek god of blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metals, metallurgy, fire and volcanoes He is the son of Zeus and Hera, the king and queen of the gods. fc; fluctuates ; modern greek myth rp blog. semi selective. multiverse.

[thepaphianqueen]

"Domestic duties, I see. How dull."

[hxlting]

"Did you know that sometimes when you talk I just want to punch you in the face-----"

[oeuvreofaffection-blog]

"I’m the god of sweet songs, of serenades, of sweet words uttered under the guise of the night. That’s all. I was just trying to be friendly. She’s nice. I meant no offense, I swear. You can ask my father Eros , that I am no horrible thing. I swear.”

[hxlting]

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "The god of sweet song and serenades, is that suppose to make me feel better because from that I gather you are flirting with my daughter you little turd." He sneered. "Ask, Eros, why should I? I'm asking you. A man should take responsibility for his actions, don't you?"

[crownedwithmyrtle-blog]

She moved into his arms ans stayed there not wanting to leave. It was only in her daddy’s arms that she felt truly safe from the world. She wasn’t a hermit like he was but she felt that part of her felt the need to stay with him and stay behind out of fear. Philophrosyne smiled hearing the song from Swan lake she loves so much, “Lake in the Moonlight, Op. twenty, Scene one.” She listened to the notes and smiled. “Thank you daddy.”

[hxlting]

He had made her the instrument that played her favourite song and it made him smile to see that it worked to ease her tensions. He wanted his little girl to be happy and to him working as a grace was something that she didn't quite enjoy. And he would speak to her mother about it, later. "You're welcome honey. Now dry your tears. I'll make you something to eat. What do you want?"

[hellish-beauty-blog-deactivated]

She already had a sweet smile on her lips when she saw the door opening, preparing her most polite greeting…only to then see the automaton. She had never seen anything like that and for a few seconds she just stared at it. What should she do? Talk to it? “Oh, uh…Zeus’ thunderbolt is…Oh, okay” The woman stopped when she noticed the automaton inclining a little as if asking her to follow it. Without another word she followed the weird thing deeper into the forge, being careful not to touch or step on anything.

Her eyes were supposed to look around for the god, but she could not help but stare at all the things he seemed to be working on. It was just incredible and she had never seem anything similar. Helen was so distracted, trying to understand and see all that was going on around her that she almost didn’t notice the god when her and the automaton reached him.

"Lord Hephaestus" She greeted with a small bow before smiling gently. Even now that she was immortal and even considered a minor god she just could consider the idea that she wasn’t that beaneth the other gods anymore. It sounded just too weird so she continued to do the same things she would while still just a mortal "Zeus asked me to come here because his thunderbolt seems to be damaged. He told me you would know what to do" The immortal said, handing it carefully to him.

[hxlting]

He didn't like to e handed things and only stared at her attempt. The fire god cared little for her niceties and pleasant demeanour. She was a thing touched by the cow he hated and he would forever despise. The very sight of Helen irked him to no end. Quickly his creation moved to take the very things she brought over. "Don't hand me things. Just don't." There was a warning in his voice as he looked up from where he worked.

Hephaestus chuckled at her words, "And he thinks I'll just drop everything and do as he says." he shook his head. "I never do anything for free, what is he offering? Otherwise you can take it back to him and remind him that as I was cast out so very long ago and earned my place. That I do hold power and that I don't work for him. I work for myself. Since you're being just a pleasant little messenger." He gave her a sly grin, both devious and awful.

[thegoddessofspring]

"A decent question," remarked the Queen. She nodded along as the god explained as to why he came to the Underworld. It was strictly business and she couldn’t blame him. Why else would anyone be in the gloomy realm? "I assume it’s Hades who owes you your pay?" Persephone inquired. The goddess rarely sought out Hephaestus for favors so the only logical option to her was Hades. "Hades usually tends to the affairs that deals with paying people since it’s technically his money. Unfortunately he’s busy at this very moment. If I pull him away from his business, he’s not going to be in a good mood. Although…I could pay you myself and just tell him about it later. How much were you promised for your services, Hephaestus?”

[hxlting]

He wasn't happy, not in the least. The fire god didn't want to be there but he had to. There were a few conditions that met with his automatons and even the herald wouldn't do this one favour for him. Still he made sure she noticed he wasn't in he best of humour. "How much does he owe me?" he quirked a brow. "A hell of a lot. That's how much." From his back pocket he produced a contract that lengthened when set out. he felt like sort sort of silly Disney villain with this sort of paper. There on the bottom was the exact amount but below that was the interest rate if it was late. "Do as you wish, as long as I get paid. I don't care."

[hxlting]

I got through as many drafts as I could. I queue'd others. Now I'm heading back to work. 

[dissolvingintofoam]

     She felt as if she knew his answer, that eh would stay and his maybe made it even more horrible to bare. She didn’t want to be alone and the way he moved, even more gentler she knew he was starting to fall for a creature who was just lonely. Ariel was alone in her little tower. Erik was furious with her for what she denied him, she knew she deserved a lot worse from him. That she should have been thrown from the highest peak but he became disappointed in her and stopped peaking unless they had to.

     Ariel stayed in the god’s arms. They were grand and full of warmth, “You know I can’t love you as I should.” It already felt tragic, having to say that she would adore the feeling of loving him. He was pleasant, He was a hurt little monster who hid this kind nature behind a mask.

     “I feel like I know who you are. That maybe you don’t even see it. I can see how beautiful you really are, that maybe you can’t see it. And the more I think about it. The more I want this moment not to end. And I feel like a horrible person because I want to keep you. I want to say, you’re mine and mine alone. But you have a wife. I have a husband. Things will get bad. Because he loves me and he’ll soon forgive me and everything will go back to the way things were. Him dotting on me and smiling and dancing. And you’ll gt mad. I can see it. I can see something bad happening and I don’t want you to hurt Erik. Because right now while you are holding me I just want you. I can only think about you. I’m horrible. I’m a monster that pulls in men and immortals alike. I’m a creature with tempting passions, a beast of desire n that leads you to ruin. Don’t love me. Just make love to me. Let’s just pretend a while longer, that this isn’t something …” She moved her lips along with his and soon found herself moving her arms around his neck.

[hxlting]

He listened to her and he too didn't want to be entangled into something he couldn't have. Already he felt her song capture him, and her voice was lovelier than any song bird he had ever heard. His fingers moved over her head and brushed through strands of her fiery red hair. She felt soft and small in his arms as he listened to her, he didn't move. Just once kissed her crown as they laid there on the cold floor. it would be a promise to not turn this into some stupid tragic love affair, though he could barely contain his own heart. It felt pierced by cupid, and the adoration and affection he felt for her spread through his body like a disease. He wanted as she did to keep her. And if her husband returned to her side, the fire god would harm the king for touching something a god laid claim to. But no, he wouldn't. Hephaestus couldn't do something like that.

"We are what we are." he replied, "Carnal lovers." he didn't mind. To come to her to bedroom and have her whenever he felt like it. It didn't seem like a bad deal to him. Though he did find himself wanting. That seemed his only vice when it came to lovers, that he wanted love and not just desire and lust. he always craved so much more then he would get. It seemed just as well. The smith moved over her and pressed his lips to hers. "Right, now." He spoke through the kiss. "While I'm here, you are mine. And mine alone."

Hephaestus moved between her legs once more and began to grind over her pelvis as he grew once more to have her. He reached under the sheets and stroked his own cock as it pressed against her thigh. A small smirk landed on his lips as he guided himself inside her once more. His hands moved down on either side of her head to keep him on top of her as he began to push in and out of her once more. "You're mine." He growled into her ear and began to kiss her neck moving slowly down to her collar bone and then to her breasts. The fire god circled her nipple with his tongue and tugged at her skin with his teeth. He enjoyed her body and wanted so much more out of this night. To have her three or four more time until she was sore.

[hxlting]

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“      Because I’m bored.And when I’m bored, I like to put others down.”

"That sounds like an awfully amazing way to make friends---how's that going for you?"

[hxlting]

"You sound like a useless God to me."

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"And your opinion should matter to me because———"

[hellish-beauty-blog-deactivated]

hxlting

Helen tried by any meanings to get closer to her father, considering him her only family at the moment, but he was still so distant…But in that day he called her. The once Queen of Sparta couldn’t be happier. Later she was to found out he needed her only to deliver something to the fire god, man that never left his forge…But why her?

That question just didn’t seem to leave her mind in the way to the man’s work place. Was that a trick? Were the other gods afraid of doing it? Hermes was supposed to be the messenger and yet there she was. Maybe they wanted her to do it for her more kind and friendly nature? Or were the gods just using her beauty again? She just couldn’t get to a conclusion and that infuriated her. Being nothing but a doll in the gods’ hands…

The trip was shorter than she had expected it to be and in a few moments she was already at Hephaestus door, holding in her hands a long case where a sword could be kept, but instead it hid Zeus’ thunderbolt. She probably would be scared of carrying such a powerful weapon, but considering that it was damaged it didn’t seem that dangerous.

Helen’s stormy blue eyes looked over the big door and it’s border trying to find a doorbell, soon giving up and moving her fist to knock a little harder than she would normally do on a normal door.

"Lord Hephaestus?" The immortal called with a soft tone, waiting patiently for him to open the door.

[hxlting]

She was given immortality but to him she would remain beneath him. He was a crude and careless man who held no torch for not a living creature. His heart was amde of iron and in it's strength stubornness grew inabundace.

The fire god didn't meet her at the door nor open it for her, his automaton did all the work for him. It ventured towards the door , assed the situation and incline for her to follow it to it's master. From the voice he heard, the smith knew who it was and he found it an insult that he was sent a woman, that woman. He had fought with the greeks againt his ex-wife and his feeling have not changed in the least. Anyone who even stood within a breath of Aphrodite was regarded as gross or disgusting. It didn't help that he didn't even regard Zeus as his own father nor Hera as his mother. To him they were just a king and queen that on occassion he messed with when they belittled his worth.

Of ll his siblings he enjoyed Hermes the most. ANd only regarded that half blood as family everyone else just existed. They were not cousins or uncles or aunts. They just were.

[wickederos-blog]

      “Is that all you think of me, Hephaestus?” He questioned lightheartedly, but there was a certain watchfulness in his gaze.

      Hephaestus was a strong and independent kind of immortal, one Eros felt a certain respect for. After all, he welded the arrows Eros shot from his golden bow. But that did not stop Eros from playing his games the way he did. No one was immune. Not even the Gods.

      He hovered nearer to the God and vied for more of his time. “Surely I could help bring this unto you too. Love can happen after attraction.”  

     He paused on a thoughtful note, then smiling cruelly he added with a deceptive innocent tone, “You know that I have Aphrodite’s ear…” 

[hxlting]

And that was it. That name. It was all he needed to let out a low gorwl. He never wanted to hear that cow's name in his place of work. "The more you keep taling the more I want to cursh you or worse put you into a melting pot so you can join the gold or lead for those arrows you enjoy so much.

he wasn't above blackmail. And he would use it to his advantage. If he ahd to he would cease all actvity for a god until he got his way. "I have no need for love or attraction. Go bother someone else with your talk or else--- it would be a shame if stop making what you need."

[incontestable-beauty-deactivate]

“Grow up? You are the one dragging me to the door instead of talking to me as if it would help. You look like a moody child all the time! You literally are not listening, huh? All I did was ask you to stop hurting me and you act as if I was talking about how gorgeous I am. How about a deal? I will ‘grow up’ when you do”

[hxlting]

"I have not wanted to speak to you for a millenium now. I don't see why you think that would ever change. The moment you ran off and betrayed our tie as husband and wife, you became nothing to me. And also this is my workshop----I make the rules. I don't want you in here at all. I can and do as I please in here. There is a sign outside of my plce that read tresspassers will be killed,mained or broken. So-----get out."

[thepaphianqueen]

"Yes, your wife. Where is she?"

[hxlting]

"In my home, where else would she be----other then keeping our four girls occupied with pretty little things that they love."

[repairisms-blog]

hxlting​

continued from h e r e.

   A long, dramatic pause ensues.  Wait for it…

              “ … That’s it, that’s the joke.  Spiders                  can’t   drink,    mechanical   or   not. ”

   He  grins  and  props  himself  up  against    the    God’s    workbench,   looking    rather    p r o u d     of     himself      for     his     “joke.”

              “ Figured  I  could  tell you  a  joke  to                  brighten  up  your  day.  It’s  been  a                  while   since   I’ve    gotten   to   visit. ”

[hxlting]

Well that definitely wasn't a joke it was something else entirely, the fire god thought to himself. There was really no accounting for taste but what did he know of humour. His idea of humour was more slap stick and if he tried to make a joke it would sound just as awful as his son's. Maybe a little worse and a bit macabre.

"Okay" Was all he could force out besides a slight smirk. "Well that makes sense. They can't drink. I thought you were going to say they asked for a ------" he couldn't think of anything, "But the bartender was going tot ell them to take that outside." He might have been a better story teller then a comedian. Though even in that he sort of sucked at it. His daughters were his witnesses.

He laughed and placed an arm on the boy's shoulder. "You would have to be Apollo to brighten my day----get it. Get it, he's the charioteer. he pulls the goddamn sun....get it?" That was his attempt at a joke.

[thegoddessofspring]

hxlting

[thegoddessofspring]

"Oh hello Hephaestus! Long time no see, huh? What brings you to the Underworld today?"

[hxlting]

"What brings me anywhere?" It was true he was a hermit but this time was different. "Payment. I have not been paid for services rendered and I am here to collect. If I don't receive it in full with adequate compensation for having to come here, I will take this matter to the one who presides over order and justice." 

[hxlting]

i have so many feels for this ship 

[nonvictimam]

         Rage boiled inside the young goddess. He wasn’t listening to her; he           was so set on hating himself as others did. She wanted to yell, but that           wouldn’t do him any good. Surely he was used to yelling; it would only           make him feel worse. Defiantly, she moved closer and squeezed his           hand again. Kore lifted it to her lips, staining them with the black ash of           his forge.

     “There, now so am I.”

          Just on the inner lining of her lips, she could taste fire and metal. Still,           Kore wanted to shout at him. Don’t undersell yourself, she wanted to           scream. Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t let yourself be something you’re not.           He was so nice, and the way he talked about himself said he didn’t feel           as great as he was. She wasn’t going to marry; in fact, Kore was sure           she’d be a virgin goddess for all of existence. Hephaestus had no           reason to be a virgin god.

     “Anyone would be lucky to marry you.”

[hxlting]

"Why did you do that?" For a few seconds he felt betrayed by her kindness. As if saying not to do anything he could misintrepret. That it wouldn't be fair. As he could love with a the charge of ablue flame, he was the god of fire. "You shouldn't do things like that. Not with me." It was a warning now, as he took his hand back and wiped it.

He felt a great deal for her but the smith wouldn't make a move. Maybe he would ask her mother for her hand before anything, but he wouldn't dare try a thing. Even if in his mind he had already imagined sliping his hand behind the nape of her neck and their lips pressing together. He already invisioned how she would smell and taste but he held it all within. "Anyone would be lucky----" He chcukled as if it wre a joke. "They would have to be forced into such a dealing for me to be married, though I'm sure."