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WHEN: two years ago WHERE: outside the entrance to the underworld WITH: @ambrosiatm / demeter
It felt strange stepping foot out onto the surface after so long. Her delicate fingers held onto the fur-lined cloak wrapped around her body. It dragged against the grass slightly as memories of what’s being left behind beginning to haunt her. Persephone didn’t bring many things, one small bag filled with her favorite belongings that have been gathered over the years. Her arm drops it to the ground but doesn’t remove the overgarment since the smell of Hades lingers on it. This might be the last memory she’ll have of her husband for a while and would like to cherish it even if he hurt her. Tears form in Persephone’s eyes and turns to the one person who will always protect her heart. “Mama? I really need you. I know you’re a busy goddess but please.” Her voice calls out to the sky, hoping that Demeter can hear her.
Ares: How come whenever I have fun, it's considered wrong?
All the other gods, simultaneously: People DIE when you have fun.
ambrosiatm:
Charon has always been a loner. Before even the Titans came along he existed, they’ve seen many come and go and they’ve kept to themselves. They never found reason to form any kind of connection, that was until the twins were brought along. While sure, Charon could still be viewed as closed off and cold, those who knew them know that the twins opened their heart in a way that no one knew was possible. As the twins grew and began to open their heart the tides changed. The Olympians too over, Charon’s domain was no longer needed and truthfully? They didn’t mind. They had existed since the start of the universe, maybe even before. So retirement to the underworld was nice. They don’t mind that the work can be grueling sometimes, if there was little to nothing to keep them occupied then Charon would be bored. Or.. so they thought for a long time. When Hermes had come flying into view things began to change. Sure, before Charon respected the new gods but they had no interested at all. But it seems it just takes one person to change a god’s perspective. Hypnos and Thanatos had opened their heart to familial love they’d never experienced but Hermes? This was a different type of love, a primal love – a love that runs so deep in their veins Charon could never scrub it out. They’ve been ruined and there’s not a single ounce of them that cares. It would be an honor to have their heart broken by Hermes. However there is no need to worry over those sorts of things, there are no troubles in their relationships to think that Hermes would break their heart. “You seem to be the only person who can surprise me. It’s not an easy feat.” A pleased hum leaves their lips, purple smoke swirling around as they do. They are clearly pleased with the red flush that over takes the god’s cheeks. Hermes’ skin is always warm to the touch, almost too much so against Charon’s chilled fingers. It burns in a delicious way. But that’s not the only delectable thing here, no Hermes himself is a sight and at this angle especially. That short chiton doesn’t leave much to the imagination and with those legs uncrossed the ferryman can see right up the skirt of it. Yes, Charon is a lucky god. Their hand snakes up further on his thigh as Hermes guides his hand, squeezing that supple flesh. “Surely the gods aren’t that talkative that they need you around until the moon sets again.” Not that Charon would know, they don’t tend to seek out conversation with any Olympians outside of Hermes. “I am however, glad I can be apart of your downtime. Our time together is always a highlight, our nights together are my favorite. I never sleep as well without you here.. perhaps I’m selfish or perhaps the gods are a bit needy but I do wish you could stay much more often and longer.” The god’s eyes flick down from Hermes’ eyes but back down to under that chiton, certainly being flashed again. A cold hand slides up even further, under it’s lost under that short skirt. A thumb presses into the dip of Hermes’ hip rubbing slow and teasing circles against the skin there. “It was a good flow today. Not too many souls and not too few souls. A few conversations here and there I would have preferred not to have but it wasn’t out of the ordinary. I did hear hear something you may be interested in… it seems Lord Hades has ventured to the surface.”
Love comes in so many forms, Hermes has learned that fairly quickly in his lifetime. He loves his family, even if some of his siblings are a little more intense than others. This is like sunlight shining down on him while listening to the laughter filling the room at one of their extravagant gatherings. Sometimes arguments are started, expected with all the personalities stuck together. Which also depends on who shows. Ares sometimes is busy if there’s war spewing. This is one kind of love — familial. It’s a complicated one but also important. Where you come from! However on the list that’s continuously growing, there’s another that ranks high up alongside it.
There’s a passion burning, never to be extinguished. This is felt for Charon. Nobody else throughout all his life has made his heart feel this way. It felt like coming *home* while settling into this extra large bed. Hermes feels more comfortable here in their quarters rather than back on Olympus. He doesn’t like being apart from his lover. He enjoys waking up with their arms wrapped up around his body, easy to keep him pinned against their chest, and envelops him in everything that Charon is. They’re far larger than Hermes and he likes to spend their quiet moments just tracing over their muscles. Only allowed to see them underneath those robes, not a sight for many other eyes. Their relationship is forged by a strong bond, forever wanting his heart linked to theirs.
“They don’t really need me at all hours. I can afford some time off.” Maybe it’s true that Hermes works far too much but he fears how anyone would fare with him gone from his duties for too long. It isn’t something to worry about now, laying here with Charon makes any thoughts about work disappear. Those cold fingers touching him is a sensation that the god enjoys, the jarring difference in the temperature of each other’s body making a satisfied hum leave his lips. “I think that I could get away with coming down to spend my nights with you. There aren’t many messages to be sent out so late.” Maybe Hermes is selfish but decides here and now to be fall asleep in their bed more than he already is after tonight. There’s nowhere else the god wants to be at the end of his days.
The hand is guided further under his skirt, breathing a little faster after letting go and letting them do whatever they wish from now on. Hermes can’t help whimpering softly as those cool digits press against his hips, rubbing teasing circles against the warm skin. He’s willing to beg — touch me, touch me, please touch me.
“Charon, please.”
Although! There’s some very interesting gossip dropped into his lap.
“Hades left? The boss never goes to the surface. What did he venture up for? Do you think he’s going to see Persephone?”
ambrosiatm:
The cows have been a blessing in more ways than one. They not only provide good resources for his people such as milk and meat but they will always have a connection to Apollo. It’s part of the reason why Admetus visits the fields so often. He remembers when he first step food in the fields because he was informed that the cows had been having twins, every single pregnant mother was birthing miracle babies. That’s when he first met the god, at first he was unaware that the man among them was in fact Apollo. However just the sight of him struck him like an arrow through the chest, Eros’ doing no doubt. But every since that moment Admetus demanded to know who this worker was in the fields. If Admetus had it his way, Apollo would have stopped working that first day he laid eyes upon him and come live in the castle with him to be his consort. However Zeus’ divine punishment could not make exceptions the god was doomed to work in his fields. While there were no exceptions there was still a bit of rule bending that was done.
Apollo would spend long nights in his chambers, Admetus keeping the beautiful god all to himself. They’d laid in his bed together, oils soothing over nearly blistered skin to relieve the other of the betrayal of his precious sun. He’d run his hands down the god’s back marveling in the muscles that moved and twitched beneath his touch. He can almost hear the echo’s of the moans that would bounce from the walls so everyone could hear their shared ecstasy. How Admetus wished to keep the marks of Apollo on his body, wanting to glance at his back in the mirror for the rest of time to see the red lines that crossed over his freckled skin, but that was not to be. Apollo was too kind to let him stay harmed, instead warm hands would press along those scratches to make them disappear. Oh, what he’d give to feel that almost too hot skin writhing against his body once more, to have his teeth bite into molten flesh and sooth his tongue over a mark he’d been allow to give a god. Admetus is a man starved. Does that then make Apollo a cruel god for depraving such a devout man? Surely not, this was the king’s own exile. He did this to himself and now he’s dammed to this taunting. Truthfully it wasn’t all about sex, the god had taken to spoiling the king, who knew that was still possible. Delicate fingers would place the finest of cheeses on his tongue and would dote endlessly as he lay across the king’s chest. There was a domestic side to things, one so sweet that he could envision a white chiton that would have flowed beautiful upon Apollo’s perfect form. But mortals are not meant for gods, not matter how much Admetus wishes they were. So he lives with the hauntingly beautiful ghosts of intertwined fingers and whispered words of worship.
“You think much too highly of me.” It makes Admetus laugh a bit though. How strange it is to have this conversation with a god, nearly correcting him. He does hope Artemis isn’t anywhere nearby to smite him for correcting her good brother. “It was the worst when you left. They mourned for you as if you would never return…” He pauses, “I did as well, I mourned your leaving.” He’s alright with admitting it. He’s never been one to shy away from telling the truth to his one love. He had been truthful in their relationship before and he wasn’t going to begin now. There is still devastation in this heart from when Apollo left the first time, but he knows he’s broken Apollo’s heart as well with the marriage to his previous wife. Truly a mess they’ve gotten themselves into, their strings of fate tangled and twisted but.. maybe this could begin the unravelling of it. “I know we’re all happy for your return… I wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back. Not that I would fault you of course, but I still had a lingering fear I would never get to lay my eyes upon you again.” He had that nightmare often, his dying breath and Apollo would never again appear to him. But now he’s got something to disprove that fear and it’s the man sitting in front of him.
A smile graces the kings face as he watches Apollo interaction with the calf, it’s a small one – a bit hidden given the topic but it’s still there. “There is no need to apologize, we separated on very good terms. I still care for her deeply but in the way you think. She always knew my heart belonged to you and was graceful in accepting the fact that I’d never love her as I do you. She’s remarried now, a knight from this kingdom in fact. The children are off with her now a few cities over.” The king goes onto sigh softly. “Apollo you will always have my heart, it has belong to you the moment I saw you in the fields for the first time. My love is unwavering.”
♬
There was a time when Apollo had been a shepherd god. This is quite a long time ago, Hermes had been born and decided to play quite the interesting trick on him. He had fifty prized cattle, looking after them tenderly, with the utmost of care. They’re sacred to him, no matter how much time has passed by. The anxiety weighed heavy while trying to find out what happened, only to be replaced by boiling rage upon facing his brother, merely an infant. However, this doesn’t fool anyone. Lies and theft! The whole predicament resolved before Zeus and the domain of being a shepherd god had been passed on to the mischievous child. Although the role never left his own duties, simply becoming the god of herds and flocks instead. He likes to spread his divine touch to the animals. Often they’re better than people. His experience with owning cattle of his own and tending to others made being a slave for Admetus make sense. If Apollo were to suffer for nine long years then it must be done doing something that he truly loved. Only what a surprise it had been to find another passion in the meantime. Bestowing the gift of twins onto the cows into those fields was effortless and it helped take care of the people who relied on the resources. It makes him happy to see some of them raised by his own hand are still here. Once young calves and now much older, yet still have some spirit in their step.
What the god wouldn’t give for another chance at one of those long nights. He felt so comfortable sliding into such a submissive role with the king, easily spreading his legs for him. His way of inviting him to slide inside. The gasps that fill the room when he stretched around him, as if their bodies were perfectly crafted for each other. He wonders how many people stood by to listen, pleasuring themselves off of their intimacy. Only Aphrodite dare know the answer but Apollo never goes looking for one. The god only cares about their limited time alone. His attention never leaves Admetus for a second to bother caring about the other side of the door. His heels digging into the king’s lower back while his fingernails scratch down the rest of his skin. Unless his thighs were held in a more spread position. These memories come to him at night, haunting him as if he could still feel the warmth of Admetus’ breath on his neck. It has been so long since this pleasure washed over him, wanting to do everything and anything if it meant having his beloved close to him again.
Sometimes there were rare nights when they had a few extra minutes to spare, allowing Apollo to lay on top of him, tracing fingers along those muscles and gazing down at the king so fondly. If only that time could last longer, staying here the whole night to rest his head upon his love until morning. The sun would shine through the windows and illuminate their skin for the kind of welcoming they always deserved. Apollo never got this luxury, instead asleep alone in a cramped room with several other men. The ones who worked to keep the palace clean or did hard labor such as the god does outside from sunrise to sunset.
It makes his lips quirk into a smirk. The golden haired Olympian has always loved the way Admetus wasn’t afraid to correct him. He doesn’t agree necessarily. “I think highly of you since you are deserving of my praise.” His sister isn’t nearby this time, made sure to let her know of his whereabouts before leaving their mountain. This was something that needed to be done. Seeing the man he loves again has plagued his thoughts for too long. “I always valued your honesty in our relationship. Nobody has ever done that before but I understand now after all this time why it needed to be done. There are certain duties you need to fulfill in your own right, just as my people have their own. I don’t hold that against you any longer. I don’t think I ever truly did. My wish for your life is happiness. I’m glad by being here can help give you some of that. I don’t have a beard this time . . .” His fingers gesture to his face, clean shaven as if a hair has never grown there before. He flashes a bright grin, flirting even after all this time. It felt safe if Admetus is no longer with anyone. They did just confess their love again, did they not? “I hope that I’m still your type. Everything else is the same. My heart still beating for you, my body craving your touch, and my soul wanting your affection.”
Eventually the calf crawls out of his lap to run back to the mother, leaving the two men alone to continue repairing a bridge not burned, simply in need of some care. He feels nervous, an emotion not one that Apollo dabbles in often. He starts crawling over, dirt clinging to his knees, sliding into the king’s lap since it just feels appropriate. “Let me be yours again. You have my heart and I have yours. What is stopping us now? Let me come be your lover again. Only difference this time is that I won’t be one of your slaves. We can have it all now, Admetus. If you allow it I could stay the entire night, no longer separated. Do you wish for this as well?” His chiton short, extravagant patterns stitched into the fabric. His wrists have gold jewelry around them, fingers reaching out to adjust the clothes on the king. He’s still doting on him even after all this time. He feels comfortable sitting here in the mortal’s lap — a lot like coming home. Now it’s just up to Admetus if he’ll invite him inside. Apollo made it obvious that he’s interested in staying the night and rekindling their romance.
ambrosiatm:
Despite what many think, being the sole ferryman of the underworld isn’t as simple as it seems. There are some days where he only gets a few souls, the rides are easier that day and other days are brutal. When the gods on Olympus are feeling wrathful, souls come in droves from things such as famine and tidal waves. Very few of the Olympic gods understand the strain of being transportation on the Underworld. Charon is expected to be everywhere at once, which most of the time is doable but still stress inducing. He thanks the Fates today wasn’t one of those awful days. Sure, they had a bit more souls come in than the easier days but Charon enjoyed the day for the most part even if there were a few full boats. But now his shift is over, souls will wait in limbo but even those in the underworld have to rest at some point for fear of getting into trouble for overworking themselves. They are employed here, not slaves. Charon is already shedding his robe when he enters his chamber, truly surprised to his boyfriend settled on the dark sheets. He hadn’t been expecting Hermes here this evening, both of their days had been busy. Charon drapes the long black robe over the back of a tall chair and he leans his oar against the wall. “Very surprised.” Charon isn’t always a man of many words, and his facial expressions don’t always express what he’s feeling but he does hope Hermes knows him well enough to know he is happy to see him. Purple smoke escapes from his mouth as he quirks up his lips in a small smile, a sight reserved for Hermes alone. A knee gently presses into the mattress as a long arm reaches out to tug his boyfriend’s slender ankle, pulling him swiftly to the end of the bed. “The whole night? That’s a lot of love if you’re staying the whole night.. so how did you manage that?” Soon Charon is on the bed with Hermes, it dips under his weight as he lays on his stomach, chest pressed against the bed but calves and feet hang off of it. Long fingers rest idly on the god’s upper thigh as he watches him with a close eye.
There aren’t many people who know what the life of being a psychopomp is like. It’s an exhausting job sometimes, especially when Ares is encouraging war or when Apollo grows angry and throws a new pandemic down on the land for several days. The gods all have their own way of showing wrath. It’s interesting to watch but Hermes doesn’t have that much time to sit around and observe. Usually those moments will keep the messenger god and his associate death busy. Otherwise the souls are kept waiting at the shore and it breaks his own heart to see them so lost. Hermes knows that sometimes a wait is necessary, Charon can only carry so many in their boat at a time. He hopes today wasn’t too tiring but their expressions seem to tell him that it was one of the more quiet days. Those are nice, gives Hermes the chance to linger and have some conversations. Most of the time he’s doing all the talking while they listen but this is how their relationship has worked for all these centuries. “Well, I really like to surprise you.” Most might not be able to tell, but Hermes knows that happiness is their mood tonight. The surprise was a success! When the large palm pulls on his ankle his legs spread apart slightly, no longer sitting in that crossed position. Hermes is blushing due to the view Charon likely got in the process. “You’re worth a lot of love. I might have ran faster than I’ve ever gone to make sure everyone’s messages got out on time. I told them that they can deal without having me around for one day. My favorite nights are when I’m able to fall asleep at your side and wake up secure in your arms. No safer place than having you surround me.” His body turning to look at Charon better, reaching down to guide the hand further up his thigh. This angle will definitely give his boyfriend a view. “How was work today? I hope no souls gave you trouble. You can relax now here with me!
Trips through Hades domain are frequent due to his duties as a psychopomp. His smile is the last happy sight that they usually see but Hermes hopes that they can find another glimpse of it somewhere in the afterlife. Not everyone brought on the ferry are doomed to be tortured in Tartarus for the rest of eternity. Hermes also has another very important reason for his ventures down here. Sometimes he doesn’t have any work to do, instead coming to visit his boyfriend. It took them several centuries to figure out how to be together but now? The god can’t imagine anyone else being on the receiving end of his passion. He has memorized the schedule Charon follows, knowing that they should be returning to their chambers soon. Hermes is waiting on the middle of their bed, legs crossed, and his winged boots have been disposed of. Golden feathered wings flap excitedly on his head, shifting his position a little. He just likes spending time together and thinks that this will be a nice sight after a long day on the boat. He hears them coming so Hermes is sitting up straight in anticipation. ”Hey, boss. Surprised? I bet you’re so happy to see me! I’ve arranged to spend the entire night with you because I love you so much!”
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ambrosiatm:
Years pass differently for gods that they door mortals, yet the years have been nothing but long for Hades. He waited to long for his wife to return and she had yet to. He wasn’t exactly sure what prompted her leaving at first but after talks with Hermes and Thanatos he’s discovered their blatant miscommunication. After discovering this, the hardest part was finding out where his wife had been hiding out. He knows very little about the mortal surface world. He spends most of his time in the Underworld and the rest of that little time on Olympus. He had never seen a need to visit before then. So far he doesn’t see what the fuss even is about. His eyes hurt, damn Apollo and Helios. The light blinding him to a point where he can barely open his eyes, even squinting isn’t enough to end the burning. The heat also doesn’t help. It is sweltering and that is saying a lot from the king of the Underworld. He’s miserable but the only comfort is that in the distance even through burning eyes he can see his wife. The chiton is short on her supple legs and the flowers can be seen. It makes him stop for a moment, admiring the view. She looks… happy and warm. Her skin glistens in the sunlight. For a spilt second he wonders if he should run such bliss. If maybe she didn’t return because this is much better than her life down below. It breaks his heart to think it, but he doesn’t have much time to decide his choice before his wife is finally catching his eye.
“To see you of course, I wouldn’t brave the mortal world for anyone else. My apologies for startling you.” It’s a true statement. She is the reason he’s out here to begin with. He would have never stepped foot on this plane if it had not been for her absence. “Thank you.” He finally breathes, blearily following her into the small cottage, having to duck to enter the door. “I’m afraid I nearly stumbled my whole way here. Someone needs to tell Apollo and Helios they are going overboard with the light they’re providing.” The man pulls on his collar a little bit, sweat gathering underneath the dark fabric that sits on his neck. Even inside the sun is still bright, but he can tolerate it a little better. Dark eyes adjusting to the light, finally being able to take in his wife’s beauty. He feels as if his breath is knocked from his lungs finally seeing her in this light, maybe all these years he’s been a fool to not come see her in her domain. She truly is the springtime, blossoming from the inside out. Hades can’t help himself as he speaks. “You look beautiful.”
If the circumstances were different, Persephone might have found the sight of her husband outside of his domain to be quite amusing. However, there’s a hurt that lingers in her bones after their miscommunication. It feels as if those feelings are burning their way out from the inside. She started dreaming of having children, several of them running around their corridors. Many might not think the underworld would be ideal for an upbringing for children. However, Persephone thinks for their family? It will be perfect. Images of a little girl tugging Hades away from his throne constantly came to mind. Maybe this hope is what brought her to try having a conversation about starting a family but being brushed off hurt more than Persephone expected it to. The disinterest radiated off of him so she quickly retreated to their chambers to gather some belongings. Which isn’t much, mainly one of her fur lined cloaks around her body and went to sneak out into Tartarus to find Charon. Which is how the journey began for a new chapter of her life. It was difficult at first forming new routines. It might have been two years but Persephone misses the way things used to be. Maybe that’s why her cloak is hanging on the wall, designed to match the one Hades is wearing right now.
“You never left your domain long as we’ve known each other. Unless you’re making a trip to Olympus but . . . that doesn’t quite count as spending time away from home. There’s so much beauty in this world that you’re missing out on. All the flowers are in bloom and waiting for you to say hello.” The goddess gives Hades a certain look, still unsure about the status of their relationship. He came all this way just to see her so the least Persephone can do is hear him out. She steps forward and pulls his cloak off of his shoulders, so large that it could act like a blanket for her. She folds it in her arms and places it down on top of her table. Despite all her hurt, here she is still doting on him. “Honestly, how you can spend so much time surrounded by fire only to have the sunlight make you sweat . . . even after all this time you continue to surprise me.” Her fingers touch his cheek, standing on her toes to get the best look at his eyes. Maybe she’s worried about him, that love shown in her gentle touch. “You shall be fine, my love.”
The goddess stands back down, looking around her small space. Should she offer him a beverage? Maybe some fruit from the garden? The pomegranates are her favorite this year. The compliment makes her pause for a moment, looking up at him in shock. “Thank you . . .” She moves some of the curls from her face and now there’s a rose color seen on her cheeks. Hades has a way of making her feel this way even now. “I have missed you but you hurt me the last we saw each other. The way you reacted when I mentioned trying to have children . . . I couldn’t shake it.” She turns around, back turned to him, while she looks out the window at the river. “All I wanted was a family with you but you don’t . . .”
ambrosiatm:
Dionysus has always had a bit of a type. While the gods are fun, they aren’t really what he’s after. At the end of the day they’re all run of the mill, perfection in every way possible. They’re all pretty he’ll give them that but maybe it’s the god half of him that is disillusioned to their perfection, that and it seems his father is related to far too many of them for Dionysus to even consider perusing them. It was truly an accident when the god had stumbled upon such an event. The satyrs throwing a party, and well.. that’s a good start already in his book. But their long tails and silken ears drew him in like a bee to honey. He couldn’t resist them, and so more often than not the god joins in on their parties around the fire and provides them with wines and an amazing time. The more parties he attended the more he began to associate with the satyrs, eventually coming to visit them outside of their party hours. He quickly began to bed them, like any reasonable man would truly. They’re all beautiful but then a sweet young satyr caught his eye. He swears that Eros has struck him right the the heart using those wicked arrows. He’d never felt drawn to someone in the instant he had laid eyes upon them. It was a desperation to get his hands on Ampelos but his advancements were not… rejected but merely redirected. Dionysus had given himself quite the reputation and now he must prove to the satyr that he is true in his words and adoration. He’s not laid with a soul since laying his eyes upon Ampelos.
He visits often, wanting to prove his feels are far beyond that of sexual desire. He wants Ampelos to know he is true and willing to be devout if ever given the chance. The satyr’s routine was not a challenge to learn, so here the god is now striding up as the Ampelos climbs up the tall apple tree. It worries him how reckless he’s willing to be for such things but he watches in content as the naked man plucks the fruit form the tree. It’s only when he’s planted on the ground does he get noticed. “Long enough to know that you should hope that every time you climb such a tree that I’m here. What if you were to fall? You’d surely break my heart, I could never care about anyone like I do you.” He settles down to the male without question, fingers reaching out to brush over those silken ears. “Please promise me you’ll be careful. Once I arrive I can get you as many apples you wish.”
Satyrs are famously known for their promiscuous behavior and love for dance. They are often seen with women in their laps and a cup of wine in one hand. Ampelos always felt different from his people. He didn’t want to give his body to just anyone, wanting it to be for love. Everyone thought him to be a fool for it. Often questioning how he could turn down Dionysus and his advancements. Ampelos just simply knows none of them understand. He wanted the god to love him not just bed him only to never return again. Maybe he’s got too soft a heart as a satyr but this is who the young man is. Although maybe being different has always applied to his life. He has a full head of hair, curls falling down against his shoulders, and pushed back behind his silken ears. If anyone has met another satyr they know how rare this is for their kind.
The first time Ampelos met Dionysus, they were at the same gathering. It was in one of the clearings of the forest. Nighttime lulled over them, Helios nowhere to be seen with his chariot. Some of the satyrs were dancing around a fire while wine filled their bellies. You could witness several orgies going on closer to the trees, not even trying to hide what they were doing. Ampelos never took part in those activities. He stood awkwardly alone with a cup of red pressed to his lips, simply observing everyone having a good time. He remembers dropping the alcohol in his grip when his eyes locked with the god’s eyesight. He had a satyr in his lap but that didn’t last long after they got a good look at each other. He looks down at the grass, the wine wasted. Ampelos glanced around but the attention could only have been on him. Which is how they ended up getting to know each other. Somehow the god saw something in this young satyr.
It has been some time since that night. He has been taking it slow, not ready to give up his body yet. Ampelos doesn’t mind if the god looks, knowing given he is always nude makes it hard not to let your gaze linger every now and again. He appreciates that respect is given with his choice to wait. In the meantime they spend a lot of time together, making the love in his heart only grow more for his god. “If I were to fall then hopefully your strong arms would catch me before I met the ground.” He holds out one of the apples he picked toward Dionysus. He always likes to share with him. In the meantime, Ampelos takes a bite out of his, some of the juice dripping off his lips. “I’ll try to be careful since it’s you asking. I quite like the idea of watching you pick fruit for me.”
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Hephaestus knows what she wants, he wants it too. Eros was a wonderful child, a child full of passion and heart. Hephaestus wants more children with her. He wants a full family, full of children running circles around them until they can’t keep up any longer. He truly believes he was given a gift, Aphrodite is everything he’s ever wanted and so much more than that. There must be no god, mortal or titian alive who is as lucky as he is, nor as happy he is. There’s always a state of bliss when his wife is around and he could never imagine not adoring every piece of her. All the people who loved her before him are fools for walking away, for not wanting to experience everything about her. Their relationship is far beyond just sex, but right now? It’s all either of them can think about surely wanting to expand their family.
A smile makes it’s way onto Hephaestus’ face, lighting up his feature. He does know her so well, and it’s why he always aims to make her happy. He wants her to know she’s loved through his words as well as his actions. “Whatever you wish, you know I will make it come true. There’s no need to get filth on you when your beauty is better fitted outside of the iron walls. To see you in the dying light of the evening as pleasure washes over you would be a sight people would die for, and aren’t I lucky that I get to experience it this evening?” They bodies aren’t separated for much longer, lips colliding easily as his wife brings him down for a kiss. However, it doesn’t take long for Hephaestus’ hands to gently cup her thighs, urging her up so that he may lift her effortlessly of the ground. The curves of her perfect body press against him, he can feel her breath nearly inside is own chest and it alights him like the fires he rules over. HIs fingers easily squeeze and splay across her bum as he holds her firmly against his body, keeping her nude form close to his own. He doesn’t need to see much as he starts this journey down the mountain. He’s been up and down it long before he even met his wife, it will be an easy journey down to the beach.
Finally being lifted off of the ground is what Aphrodite wanted all this time. There’s nothing that she craves more than being in those strong arms. Hephaestus is always willing to protect her and for once the wrathful side of her can be quiet. She doesn’t have to always be on guard of her heart when they’re home here on their mountain. Her left hand slowly raised from his shoulders to gently comb her fingers through his hair, giving it a gentle tug. They might be busy but they frequently make time for each other which is why the goddess things that they have one of the more healthy relationships out of any of the other marriages among their kind. Her children are growing up quickly, Eros is an adult now, aged too quickly, and the twins are young but also approaching their adolescent years. They will soon be grown men too and everyone leaving the nest isn’t something Aphrodite was ready for it seems. They both want a full family, so many children running around them to try getting their attention. It makes her smile, having this love in her life after so much trial and error in the past.
Her body is pressed against her husband’s chest, getting comfortable in his grip. Aphrodite loves how large Hephaestus’ hands are, spread across her bum every time they’re in this position. She pulls back from the kiss, looking at him while their faces are so close to one another. “You’re the only one I want to have the view of pleasure washing over me. Many might crave such an experience but nobody else is deserving.” Her hand returned to resting against his shoulders, nails scratching against his skin while they’re making their way down to the beach. “I’m going to leave my mark on you while you press into me.” The scratches left behind always make her smile, a sign of her love even if they don’t last long. She leans in for another kiss now, a soft moan against his lips since she can feel him rubbing against her heat.
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Maybe he loved Alcestis at some point, and he figures he had to have to produce three children with her but they both knew his love for the god would always outweigh his love for her. She was a kind woman, with a gracious heart and an understanding that he’ll always be grateful for. In fact their deal was one that only a few knew of. A knight had captured her heart and well… who was Admetus to deny her? He loved someone else too, it was a mutual understanding and despite Apollo’s kind blessing of their marriage it still fell apart. Not that either of them had minded, it was nice to see Alcestis with someone who made her truly happy because at the end of the day she deserves it. She’s long left the castle, but the children visit her often. They visit half the year until their son is old enough to begin his princely duties here and then he figures it would be easier for Alcestis to visit with her husband. For now the kids marvel in the adventure and adore coming back with all their stories. It’s good for them to stretch their legs outside these city walls and not have it be because a war spread throughout the land.
The children are with their mother now. It’s only been a month since they’ve left for their mother’s and he’s been lonely. So Admetus must wonder if the Fates are enjoying their time weaving this golden tapestry. The Fates are fickle mistresses and why should he waste a second chance when it’s being offered to him on a silver platter. “Perhaps they aren’t. But they are mortal men after all, they had grown used to the divine touch of a god.” Admetus knows that touch well. He can still feel the ghost of it lingering on his skin, nails that dug into his tender flesh, fingers that interlocked perfectly with his own. The nights were hot and full of fever, the salty sweet taste on his tongue of the young god’s tanned skin. They are nights he spends chasing in dreams and cause him to wake in a sweat aching for that body to be next to him. He wants to know if that skin still tastes the same, given that Apollo no longer works in the sun… if he’ll have fine oils on that make Admetus wrinkle his nose and laugh warmly against his hips. Oh, he shouldn’t think such dangerous thoughts with the god so close. So the man has to almost shallow down the lust that overtakes him like an illness. “They miss you as well. I suspect they’ll call for you once again like they did when you first left. So, I think it would be best for us all if you did return.” Yes, Admetus worries about the cows but he’s got more selfish reasons for wanting Apollo to return.
Eyes watch carefully as the god sits in the field, almost looking mortal for a moment. The king steps closer, and he’s close enough that he feels that it is safe to kneel along side Apollo. “I wouldn’t know, I no longer have a wife. However, the children are off to see Alcestis. I’m sure I’ll know how she is in five months time if you’d like to know how she is then.”
The divine touch of a god can’t quite compare to much else. Maybe Apollo has spoiled the cattle far too much but there’s no regret in his decisions. They are sweet creatures, wanting to give them only the best, which is why he bestowed blessings onto them when it had been his duty to care for them out here. Every single one of them had been given a gift — always birthing twins. What could be better than bringing new life into the world? Of course, that’s also something Apollo understood with how many children he has helped conceive. He has spent so many long hours serving the king here in these fields, working harder than Apollo has ever done. It gave him a new insight to what the life of a mortal is truly like. They suffer too and it breaks his heart to know how little time they have on this plane to truly enjoy it.
Although not all of it was spent enslaved, sometimes pleasure was felt in those hours spent in Admetus’ bed. His divine touch felt even then with the warmth of his golden skin as his nails dug into the kings back while he pressed into him over and over and over again. The god’s moans would fill the extravagantly decorated room, anyone nearby would absolutely be able to hear the activities going on inside. He always liked looking at the scratch marks left behind on Admetus back, tracing over them, always healing them before going back to his own quarters if he wished for it. All their moments together made the blond fall in love. It wasn’t just about sex, sometimes he prepared a cheese board for him, decorating it with fruit and other luxuries. Apollo would feed Admetus and the other olympians detested this domesticated action from their fellow god. Their judgment doesn’t matter because doting on the mortal brought him joy. He enjoyed his tasks at the end of the day. He was heartbroken when it all came stopped after nine years when it was time for the wedding and his time as a slave was done.
“You were always a wise man.” This is all the more reason to make more trips to this city. If he’s going to be welcomed then Apollo will accept the offer. He has missed this kingdom, nothing back home is quite like it. He grows tired of hearing his father talk sometimes. “It hurts to know that they call out for me. I’ll spend some more time here with them this evening to make up for my absence. I want to let them know I’ll be a frequent visitor.” His smile radiating it’s own kind of light, more so when Admetus kneels down to join him here.
The newborn calf nudges her head against the gods hand and he reaches out to give the attention that is desired. He is a god of herds after all. “You are no longer married? I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Alcestis. I may still love you but my words are honest as I know you cared about her.”
There isn’t a single cloud in the sky today. Only blue far as the eye can see while Helios is driving his chariot overhead. Ampelos watches the sun for a moment before turning his gaze on the path ahead. His fingers feeling the bark of one of the trees in his passing. He remembers the way, been on this journey enough that it comes easy to him. His tail is long, swishing slightly to ward off the insects buzzing around him. He eventually reaches the clearing, climbing up onto the tree to pull three apples off of the tree. The young satyr is always careful with his footwork, easily landing back down on the ground while holding the ripe fruit. He appears to be alone, so he decides to sit down in the field. The apples placed on his left but barely gets one bite before seeing Dionysus is staring at him in the distance. Ampelos has a crush on the god, no doubt about it. He has heard stories of him laying with many of his kind before so he’s cautious about the advancements. He wants to be more than just another body. “How long have you been there keeping an eye on me?” There’s a rose color appearing on his cheeks, something typical when they’re spending time together. “Would you like to sit with me?”
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Even from the first moment they met, Hephaestus was in awe of her. From every curve of her body and laugh on her lips. From every sweet word and ever so gentle touch, it’s a devotion that Hephaestus has never felt before in his life. He’s never loved or adored someone so dearly. So perhaps he could be a little overprotective. Aphrodite is a powerful goddess, and the most wise woman he’s ever spoken with (sorry Athena). So logically he knows that she won’t make some silly mistake of knocking over one of his molten buckets. However, he still worries over her. He wouldn’t want a single hair on her body to be harmed, not even singed. His arms are strong around her, coal stained fingers smearing the dark substance over that perfect skin of hers and with that flimsy fabric now gone? There’s nothing between his fingers and her hips.
Hephaestus merely glances over his shoulder to where his table sits, it’s covered in ash and soot. “Beloved, that table is filthy. I’m already getting you dirty enough, why smear anymore ash onto your sweet skin. Wouldn’t you rather the sound of waves and the tide kissing your toes?” The god leans down, voice dipping low as he speaks to his wife, nose brushing softly against hers. “Do you not wish to be pleasured somewhere that matches your beauty?”
The moment that Aphrodite met Hephaestus met will always be special. Respect was given to her as no attempt to take the goddess right to bed. She is known for flaunting her beauty and everyone tries to place their hands upon her skin. Her husband was the first who took a different approach and that won her heart over instantly. Aphrodite is in love and always in awe of what Hephaestus does for their family. Once this mountain had been more lively when Eros was younger, but since leaving the nest it feels quite empty at home. Maybe this is just the goddess wanting more children, feeling like they’re ready to raise another godling. Motherhood just suits her. Aphrodite is also known for going directly after what she wants. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind and just go for it.
The coal staining Hephaestus’ fingers is smearing onto her own skin but that doesn’t bother her. It’ll soon enough be a mark of their passion. “You are quite the romantic, dear. Carry me down to the beach. I want to feel the water against my toes while you’re making love to me. The view would be absolutely perfect . . . you know me so well.” She nudges her nose agains his for a moment before pressing their lips together. The goddess wraps her arms around his neck, taking advantage of her husband leaning down to do so. Which truthfully is all part of her plan of having those strong arms lift her off the ground.
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( @ichortm ) It’s been several long years since he’s last seen the god that once worked his fields. Apollo had told him about his exile, the mighty Zeus casting him out and his dear twin sister coming to care for him despite their father surely disapproving. That is if Zeus knew, Admetus had learned the hard way of Artemis’ wrath. Filling his ex-bride’s room with snakes. At the time the god did not understand his mortal duties to his people. He must provide an heir to his people so that his reign may live on. The gods are immortal and have no need for silly matchmaking and arranged marriages, they could do as they wanted as they pleased. They had no need to marry for advantage. They could marry anyone they wished, man with man and woman with woman. Oh how jealous Admetus was. If he could have married Apollo and ignored his kingly duty to provide a son, he would have. But he’s a devout king and knows his people needed an heir. But… they have an heir now. Three children make home in his castle, one son and two daughters. All three of which have taken to learning of their gods with righteous excitement. Maybe his stories of Apollo excite them, but he keeps the best stories for himself.
Now here he stands, after being informed from his daughters’ ladies in waiting that the golden god stand out in the fields tending to the cows. Some of the older ones were hand reared by Apollo himself and tolerate barely Admetus. He knows they must have come running even in their old age to see the god, much like Admetus is now. This is must be taunting from the titian Helios, making Apollo glow in the sunset – showing the king everything he lost. “They’ve taken to biting their feeders in your absence you know. They like no one in their field but you.” He finally speaks after admiring for so long. He can’t hid the smile that crawls up his face upon finally getting a glance at that beautiful face of his.
It’s not something Apollo understood at first. He might have spent nine years working in the fields for the King of Pherae. It was meant to be a punishment for killing Python. This wasn’t ideal but better than what Gaia was demanding instead. He didn’t want to be banished to Tartarus for eternity so spending nine years working s a herdsman seemed far better. Admetus is known for his hospitality and fairly quickly this didn’t feel like a punishment any longer. Apollo fell in love, obvious in his subtle gestures of making all the cattle birth twins. He remembers every night they laid together, relinquishing control for a couple hours as the older man would help the god make a mess of himself. Apollo wasn’t allowed to stay, despite being a god his role bestowed upon him at the time was one of being a slave. He always retreated to his own quarters, wondering what it must be like staying until morning.
These memories served him well.
His heart broke when Admetus married another. He informed him that he needed an heir and this is the concept that the god didn’t understand at the time. Many years have passed and this has given Apollo the time to let go of his hurt. Still, his heart would never love another the same again.
Now here, standing in the burning sun while greeting all of the cattle he helped raise in a different point of his life. He does look different now, clean shaven, and wearing a chiton patterned in golden accents. His skin even glows as the sunlight illuminates him. Apollo’s gaze shifts toward the king, feeling his heart beat faster. His beloved is just as handsome as he remembers him to be. Only the thought crosses his mind to remind himself that he is married now. How could Apollo ruin such happiness? He cares about what Admetus wants more than his own life. “Maybe your new herdsmen aren’t taking the proper time to get to know them. They are sweet and I miss them greatly. I shall come by to visit more if you are okay with the arrangement.” He flashes one of his charming smiles at the man.
Apollo moves to sit on the ground, allowing one of the calves to run over and plop down in his lap for attention. “How is your wife, Admetus?”
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TWO YEARS have passed, the seasons moving slowly through Greece. This is the third summer Persephone has experienced since leaving the Underworld and leaving her duties behind. The home is small but it’s located near a river and surrounded by trees and wildlife far as her eyes can see. A lively town resides nearby but kept at a distance so none of the mortals living there come to bother her. There’s a grand garden outside, keeping her occupied during the warmer months. Her chiton is short, a light shade of green, and the fabric stopping the middle of her thigh. The fabric is thin enough to see through if you looked hard enough. There are some flowers in her curls, liking to feel like she’s one with nature. The straps of her sandals are dyed white, each step taken carefully over the grass. She has an empty basket in her arms but it swiftly drops onto ground when she sees her husband standing there. How long has he been watching?
“Husband? Why are you here?” They had an awful fight last time, hurt by him brushing her off about wanting to start a family. Now after two long years they’re standing in front of each other. Persephone loves him still, even after all the hurt, one look at him is enough to make her think about reaching out to him. “Come inside. This has to be too bright for your eyes.” She bends down to pick up the dropped basket and moves into the small cottage. Hopefully Hades follows.
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