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h.ermes watching the g.ardner museum heist being pulled off: now this is some good entertainment
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 / pt. 1 of ???
songdreamt:
Persephone scoffs, though her intent is good-natured. Her smile is dry and a bit jaded, but genuine. Oh, he thinks it gets old fast, does he?
“Preachin’ to the choir, brother, I’m tellin’ ya.”
She ain’t about to guess Hermes’ business, but she has an inkling that he’s never been through the shit with a lover that she’s going through right now with her husband. Her husband. The man she’d bound herself to, and who had bound himself to her. And now he doesn’t listen, doesn’t care, and all she has is damn love songs to remember the way things were.
Persephone rolls her eyes and smiles, patting the hand on her shoulder. Yeah, she gets it. Time to go. Early as it is. Hermes had already proven that her protests will get her nowhere. Train’s gotta leave on time, after all. Don’t it?
“You didn’t have to drive the train up so damn quick, though, y’know.”
there’s only so much of it hermes can actually influence , the budding romance of the poet under his care and the traveler stumbling into him being one of those . what is nor exactly part of his expertise is the mending of a torn love between two fellow gods - least of all one including the big man down under that’d rather keep to the burning darkness he gets pushed into by saying and own actions alike . no , that is something the messenger can’t mess with or step close to , and can only ever watch on and be a helping hand for the spring goddess when she needs to , and when they travel back and forth . sometimes , most times , it does not seem like it is enough for any of them , but they make do with what they’ve got , with what they’ve carved out for themselves . this friendship would survive even the earliest winters and the shortest summers , they’d make sure of it .
“we’re all waitin’ for it to get better - but he’s not showing much improvement , is he now?” he says , looking wearily up at the darkening clouds in the sky . soon , the wind would be picking up , a sign they have to go for sure . why does it get earlier and earlier every year , it just doesn’t make any sense. putting the arm around her shoulder fully , he pushes her lightly along with him towards the train tracks where they’d continue their journey to the final destination . oh , what a joy ! “ you know i didn’t , but your man certainly wanted to . i already held it off as best as i could .”
give me morphine in a tin. give me a crate of the fruit of the vine.
lyric starters : hadestown. / selectively accepting!
he hands it over readily , movements a bird’s wing as the feathers of silver suit’s edges fly along with his outstretched hand , putting the refilled flask back into her hand . for all he knows , she needs it , with only so little time left again before her husband would arrive and demand for her to be brought back down under . now , that’s a journey that gets less and less likable each year , somehow hades’ presence at the end of summer becomin’ more menacing with the coming and going of the seasons and years - not to mention all the changes to that on the upside here , the harsh wind and the short moments of scaldin’ hot sun only to fall into the dwelling air of cloudy and cold skies again . it worries him , but it certainly worries his friend even more , for she’s the one people make responsible for and the one they go to for an explanation . he’s at least glad he could dodge that and only needs to explain goings and changes to orpheus! the rest of the time he watches on as persephone moves through summer like a flower through the july breeze , preparing herself for her immediate departure with the same restless motion that dictates her presence during the warmer months on top . might as well be as much medicine as the actual stuff is , he supposes . “one for you , sister ,” he says , plucking a bottle of wine out of orpheus’ hand and putting it into the goddesses’ bag . “now , take good care of that. it’s a present from a friend!”
i have been criminally offline but i am back home and through with my exams so i will slowly gather for my return on here !!! also i’ve had ‘how long’ on repeat for two days so the emo h.adestown mood is kicking
me listening to nothing but the h.adestown obcr for the rest of the year? LIKELY
my activity has been fairly low in the past week and will not get much better the coming one(s) because i have to study for my two exams and am gonna visit family afterwards !! but i’m probs gonna check in once a day !! ✨
my heart is yours. always was and will be.
lyric starters : hadestown. / selectively accepting!
her hand in his a steady and welcome weight , fingers interweaving like clouds in the low evening sky ( seamlessly , a thing of nature ) and his arm around her waist keeps her close to him so she’d not waver from where she is situated on his lap . it is a position so comfortable , so practiced , that it feels like the closest thing to home for him : her in his grasp and never too far / their bodies fitting together better than words on a page , the breeze over an empty field . a low hum escapes the traveler first when he hears her words spoken low against his ear , and he squeezes her waist in a second answer , to convey a fracture of the way warmth and bliss spool downwards from his own heart into every part of his body as a testament to his love for her , making him something near-tethered to her , someone tied to her endlessly and eternally . she is everything and anything his journeys bring him to , his final destination and evening thought , his north star too - maybe this is why they were invented , for him to find her always . and every word he hears mortals speak is a calling back from the muse , ghost’s traces when he strays too far and when he is gone too long , and even the road down under is paved with reminders of her , for every soul keeps the beautiful things that enriched its life with them to make the journey easier . she is woven into the world he crosses , into every stream and every footprint and every building or stone , and he has no hard time finding her in them too , always on the lookout for her signs , always with half a mind back with her . there is nothing tricking about this , nothing he’d deceive , and the smile he presses into her neck is another tell-tale sign for his own affection ; never one to hide that!
silver-lining kisses up her jaw , before placing one on her mouth , capturing her lips in his and opening himself up for her , all the happiness and desire and affection for her pouring out of him and shared with every breath between them , every time his lips meet hers ; every kiss another promise to her , another vow . he only brings an inch between them , a fresh wind over their heads that only brings them closer together despite , and messenger’s eyes are full of brightness and sincerity when he looks at her . ( oh , he could never stop looking at her! ) “quite right too , my love.” he says against her mouth , so close he is certain she can feel the words before he says them ; her own poetry used for her , it only seems fitting . “because this heart has o’ mine has never belonged to anybody but you. you’ve got it all to yourself. and you shall have it forever too. ‘s how it’s meant to be.”
' dreams are sweet until they’re not. '
lyric starters : hadestown. / selectively accepting!
a flippant movement of his hand , airy and nonchalant , silver-trimmed sleeves moving in the light and illuminating every motion more and more - he likes a little dramatic . the traveler always muses at the phrases that found their ways into mortal’s mouths , words he has heard in the stories he witnessed again and again , now phrases spoken by faces he has never seen before . this is the life of the messenger : to bring his stories to the unknown and return to see how they have prospered . “well , sister , i think that’s how life is sometimes. reality ain’t always sweet when it comes down on you . just gotta make the best of it .”
h.ermes saying ‘his mother was a friend of mine’ about orpheus really said @armoniea and my rights .... the most valid show indeed
also i have more things to say about h.ermes talking for orpheus / alongside him but bottom line is their bond is so strong and they are so connected that only orpheus ( and p.ersephone as well ) can get h.ermes from being a narrator of the story only to an actual character alongside the rest
who are you ... to think .... that you can hold your head up ... HIGHER ... than your ... fellow men ... you got a lonesome road to walk and it ain’t along the railroad track ... and it ain’t along the black-top tar you walked a hundred times before ... i’ll tell you where the real road lies between your ears behind your eyes THAT is the path to paradise ... likewise the road to ruin ... wait for me i’m coming with you (wait for me) wait for me i’m coming too (wait for me) wait for me wait i’m coming with you wait for me Show The Way I AM COMING WAIT FOR ME I HEAR THE WALLS REPEATING !! THE FALLING OF OUR FEET AND IT SOUNDS LIKE DRUMMING !! AND WE ARE NOT ALONE !! I HEAR THE ROCKS AND STONE ECHOING OUR SONG I’M COMING !!!
the fact that we’re getting the h.ermes / fates / workers songs tomorrow ... i can’t wait
— lyric starters : hadestown , partial broadway cast recording.
on the road to hell, there was a lot of waiting.
she’s never early, always late.
these days she never stays too long.
are you wondering where i’ve been?
when you’re down, you’re down. when you’re up, you’re up. if you ain’t six feet underground, you’re living it up on top.
who’s doing the best she can? [name], that’s who.
you take what you can get, and you make the most of it.
who says times are hard?
if no one takes too much, there will always be enough.
to the world we dream about & the one we live in now.
better go and get your suitcase packed, guess it’s time to go.
did you ever wonder what it’s like on the underside?
give me morphine in a tin. give me a crate of the fruit of the vine.
takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime.
an eye for an eye, and he weighs the cost. a lie for a lie, and your soul for sale.
you better forget about your wishing well.
kind of makes you wonder how it feels.
hey little songbird, give me a song.
i want a nice, soft place to land. i wanna lie down forever.
the choice is yours if you’re willing to choose, seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose, and i could use a canary.
suddenly, nothing is as it was.
wasn’t it gonna be the two of us? weren’t we birds of a feather?
look all around you. see how the vipers and vultures surround you.
life ain’t easy. life ain’t fair. a girl’s gotta fight for her rightful share.
oh, my aching heart.
aim for the heart. shoot to kill. if you don’t do it then the other one will.
the first shall be first and the last shall be last.
cast your eyes to heaven, you get a knife in the back.
nobody’s righteous, nobody’s proud, nobody’s innocent.
my heart is yours. always was and will be.
wouldn’t you have done the same? in her shoes, in her skin?
you can have your principles when you’ve got a belly full.
there ain’t no compass, brother, ain’t no map.
keep on walking and you don’t look back.
wait for me, i’m coming. wait, i’m coming with you.
who are you? where do you think you’re going?
who are you to think that you can walk a road that no one ever walked before?
don’t give your name, you don’t have one.
i am not alone. i hear the rocks and stone echoing my song.
i don’t know about you, boys, but if you’re like me, then hanging around this old manhole is bringing you down.
you’re stir crazy! stuck in a rut!
i got the rain on tap at the bar. i got sunshine up on a shelf.
come here, brother, let me guess: it’s the little things you miss.
when was the last time you saw the sky?
you want stars? i’ve got a skyful.
tell my husband to take his time.
what i wanted was to fall asleep. close my eyes and disappear, like a petal on a stream, a feather on the air.
dreams are sweet until they’re not.
flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart.
is anybody listening? i open my mouth and nothing comes out.
you, the one i left behind, if you ever walk this way: come and find me lying in the bed i made.
how about you and i? are we gonna try again?
who are you to lead them?
you got a lonesome road to walk.
between your ears, behind your eyes: that is the path to paradise, and likewise, the road to ruin.
i’m coming, wait for me.
it’s an old song. it’s an old tale from way back when.
that is how it ends. that’s how it goes.
it’s a sad tale, it’s a tragedy.
here’s the thing: to know how it ends, and still begin to sing it again as if it might turn out this time.
can you feel it like a train? is it coming? is it coming this way?
kkythira·:
𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 , 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 : 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭. but he has always inspired such a lightness within her —— aphrodite’s heart fluttering as though the silvery wings upon his feet were a part of her. and how she revels in the attention that is paid to her. look upon her , how she holds her head higher still , and tilts her head so that the dull winter’s light might catch upon her skin. ❛ who my guys like never concerned me. ❜ for a moment : she looks like ICE , all glass , all chilled to the bone , all starkly pure & without feeling , as she reaches to wrap snow - tinged furs tighter around clenched shoulders. ( 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 , 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙼𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴. ) it is as though BRUSH - STROKES of haughty pinks and foolish blues colour the air around her … before subsiding into calm. into knowing , apologetic smiles and a shrug of her shoulders. ❛ you won fair and square in my eyes , Ἀργειφόντης. and it hardly kills my mood that you did. ❜
there’s a pause now , as teeth rake over love’s bottom lip. as she ponders what must be done , in this world of gods & men. ❛ i was missing you , can’t a girl visit ? ❜ dark lashes flutter , and had he been anyone else , perhaps he might have believed her. you cannot trick a trickster. aphrodite shakes her head. ❛ i have an idea. about summer , about winter ————— ABOUT LOVE. do you remember the melody we used to sing , the one he used to sing ? ❜
she seems unattainable like this , she always does with her fairytale perfect appearance and that undeniable glow clinging to her that sometimes could be too much to bear , and yet the laughter rises out of her in response to his comment and the traveler can’t help himself to grin a little wider , satisfied with this outcome . even in a world turning so dire , seasons out of tune and the weather changing its course wherever he went into phases he did not know from his many journeys , she rose above the dimmed gray of it all and managed to bring all the vibrancy and joy of a full-bloom summer , a picturesque winter with her . and yet he keeps looking at her , deliberately waiting for her to open herself up to him in one way of honesty or another , as if that ever worked . for a man as deceiving as himself he should not be too surprised , he’d store her laughter away as a summer day’s reminder on another bitter day - always taking from any meeting he went through , any encounter crossing his oath , mortals and gods alike for they were all the same to him! “ hmmm , i am glad at least someone agrees and takes my side . not to mention how awfully uptight that barbarian can be - can’t take a loss when it literally hits him in the face . not that it bothers me much , it just must be awful to be him is all i’m saying . ”
change of conversation like the clouds passing by , the inkling that her coming into his periphery has been pre-planned no shock or surprise to him . a man like him is hard to find and pin down - it needed a bit of planning and luck to get to him at least . “why do i not entirely believe that? although i am flattered anyway , of course .” a blinding grin again . then , more truth ringing in her words . silver-clad traveler’s gaze sharpens , he hums in response as he listens to her : a solution to the growing dispute between two of the gods and the disrapture of nature’s ways? well , he’d certainly not say no to that . “ ah , there it is . could have just lead with it , ‘dite . but of course i do , how could i forget? and i am all ears for whatever you’ve come up with in that gorgeous mind of yours .”
based on a FANTASTIC post by @ourladyofwaysourladyofmeans
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