#* hera ic.

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@withinycu has a date with the queen.

“Blue, you said? Are you sure?” Usually it’s Ares who mans the grill—more of the same masculine posturing her son is so fond of—but absent him, Hera is determined to accomplish the task. She’s spent the whole day preparing for the feast, resisting all attempts by Hebe or the nephelai into letting her simply host the festivities instead of cooking herself. 

But this is her home—her livestock butchered, her fruits turned to wine, her home opened up to the wild god’s thiasus to make merry. 

She’ll damn well cook the food too if it pleases her. 

“Let me know if this is right.”

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@withinycu has a date with the queen.

It should’ve surprised her more to see Zeus on her doorstep than it actually did. There’s something nostalgic about summer evenings—the hazy heat, the long golden hours that refuse to give way to night—that makes her open the door wide instead of slamming it into his face. 

Or maybe it’s the wine. A tipsy Hera is a friendly one… these days, at least. 

“I’m getting dinner ready,” she says over her shoulder, and doesn’t lead him so much as expects him to follow behind her. To the little kitchen island bar where an unlabeled bottle of wine rests with a lonely glass that she drains before pouring them both a glass with the same practiced ease she showed on Olympos. 

“It’ll be a minute—I’m trying out a recipe.”

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@soulunbound approaches the queen. ( 1/6 )

"Leto... greetings. How are you enjoying your visit to Olympos?" It was petty of Hera to greet the Titaness like a host welcoming guest. Leto is Zeus' (current) beloved, after all, whereas Hera had moved away to the Argolid to join her river husband. But not even Rhea could stop Hera from running rampant across the Mount.

The look she gave the other woman was full of undisguised assessment, before it melted away with a disarming grin. "Join me for a drink. We have so much to talk about, don't we?"