"My, such a sour face, darling, do you ought to wrinkle before your age?"
His voice is light and airy, like the first breeze in autumn, with a range of tones. Amused, teasing, and somehow fond.
"Hermes..." Odysseus exhales his name, like a prayer, half in exasperation, half in mild annoyance. "The one and only!" Hermes mused, his eyes glowed faintly white from where they sat obscured from his pestos, though Odysseus could feel them crinkle in crescents as a light, airy laughter wrapped around Hermes's lips.
"Are you here to mock me?" The king of Ithaca found himself tilting his head; it wouldn't be all too surprising if Hermes were to. The trickster god's sense of humor works in multiple ways, and the sane path isn't his deliberate road. Though a smaller part of Odysseus would feel itself shatter if he did.
Surprisingly, Hermes's face contorted in a grimace, lips pressing together in a somewhat disdainful and half-hearted smile, "Darling, that would be similar to saying if I'd like to give up my divinity."
It was fleeting, the gentle tone of Hermes before it twisted and made way for his obnoxious, cheery nature, the wings on his sandals flapped once as he appeared just in front of Odysseus, pressing his two lean fingers on his shaved chin and tilting his head up to lock eyes with him.
Locking eyes being a figure of speech because really, there was nothing Odysseus you could find under the shade of Hermes's pestos, the wings on his head, fluttering only once in what seemed like glee, and the god's face twisted in a knowing smile. "Had the goddess of this island groomed you to her taste?"
Odysseus found himself narrowing his eyes at Hermes's words, and the latter waved his hand almost dismissively with a sly grin, "Oh, I was only joking, darling, don't look at your dearest god with such a hateful gaze!~."
The king of Ithaca can't help but roll his eyes at the trickster god's antics, who giggled like some sort of secret keeper who has mysterious notions of coming here. "If you aren't here to mock me, then why are you here?"
"Such a cold dismissal!" Hermes moaned in something akin to dramatic leisure, "Fates forbid a god greets his favorite mortal." His lips twisted in a crooked, charming smile.
Odysseus opened his mouth to retort, but there was a sudden shift in the air, and he felt himself hit the ground first. It was as if he was tackled by the wind, then there were hands on his thighs, firm and gentle, and a mouth on his lips; it devoured him, whole.
He couldn't speak, he couldn't breath, it was as if whatever bounded him just kept sucking the living soul of him, leaving behind breathless wanton moans.
"You're prettier like this." A mused voice rippled like a second thought, and Odysseus found himself shaking his head to fix his obscured vision. As the blur eventually faded, he found himself on the sand, sprawled as if he had tripped. Hermes floated in front, lazily grinning at him.
"Did I just what, darling?" Hermes tilted his head, a cheeky laugh ripping through his handsome lips, "Watch you make a fool of yourself as you tripped on your own feet, dazed and delirious?" He hummed teasingly. His one wing twitching as the other came to rest on his face, as if shielding the one eye that peeked from the dark shade to lay its eyes on Odysseus with infatuation.
Odysseus sighed, running a hand through his face. How great he has fallen, deprived of his wife and home for years, arguing with gods, and stranded on Calypso's island, has made him hallucinate as well. "Whatever." He grumbled, mostly to himself.
Hermes just giggled, again, for Zeus's sake, does he ever shut up? And the god of travels extended his hand for Odysseus to take, which the latter took reluctantly as the former hauled him to his feet, not before slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his hand to press against his lips teasingly. Times like these, Odysseus realizes just how shorter and leaner in frame he is than Hermes.
"Don't be so careless, darling." He hummed, like chime bells on his ears, "Carelessness is a temptation for us gods."
Before Odysseus could decipher what it meant, the god zipped past in a flourish, laughing freely as he saluted Odysseus, "See you tomorrow, darling, get your raft ready!~ We've got tons of adventuring to do!"
It was all that took for Hermes to disappear just as quickly, and strangely, he had appeared, leaving the king of Ithaca restless and confused. A pregnant pause.
"HOW DID HE KNOW ABOUT THE RAFT??"
