pyrcgod:
to say the mansion was EXHAUSTING would be the UNDERSTATEMENT of the century. hephaestus was on edge. the descent to mortality was far too much to handle in such a short period of time. breathing out, he marches up to the first person that he land eyes on. “ — oy, mate. kno’ we haven’t chat in eons, it feels, but we’re not completely strangers, yea ? at least we can say that we know each other’s names ! ” a hasty joke, a nervous chuckle. he had a lot of insecurities; and speaking to estranged god connections was one of them.
It was odd, being mortal again. In a way, Heracles had stayed mortal through all the ages, his human essence running Hades’ fields. But he hasn’t felt this weak in a long time, and it frightens him. “Hello,” Heracles says, squinting at the person speaking to him. “...Hephaestus, is it? You’re much better looking here.” Heracles has never been one to mince words. “In eons, yes. Have you been here very long?”
