#c; hephaestus

[the-olympians]

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When he first woke, it took him a moment to remember what had happened. He had been running through the trench with the others; Heph could remember the smell of the battlefield, and the screams of dying men. Lying in the bed, the soldier could almost still feel the weight of his gear on his back and hear the sounds of bullets being fired over-top of the trenches.

Blue eyes scanned the room he was currently in. He was on some sort of bed under a thin blanket. To his left hung a cloth partition of white fabric, though it was covered in a layer of battlefield grime, and he could see the faint shadow of another bed on the other side. The walls were made of the same cloth, as was the ceiling, and the light inside the room was dim. Heph tried to sit up, and was struck with a pain in his side. The shell hit us, he thought as recognition came back to him. A shell had struck close by, he couldn’t recall how close it was. He had been thrown back from the force of it, and anything after that was lost on him.

A small sound to his right caught his attention, and he slowly turned his head towards it. It felt like he was moving through water every time he tried to shift or turn, and he squinted his eyes to get a better look at the person standing next to his bed. With one large hand, he reached out to grab their wrist.

“‘Scuse me,” he began with a voice that sounded more gravelly than normal, “where am I? W-What happened to me? Why can’t I move?”

[the-olympians]

Paty and Heph//Closed

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@bluedreamswhitepearls

Paty nodded as she moved to hang the skirt of her dress between two branches. She knew Heph was staring but she didn’t take it as anything else rather than surprise. She knew this wasn’t proper but she was so at home around him. Drying off would take a while but she was patient enough to wait.

“I wouldn’t mind. I don’t want you to get ill Heph,” Paty said as she laid beside him. Her cloak was bit enough so she stretched it a bit to lay beneath Heph’s head so he wouldn’t get full of sand. She laid on her side, facing him. He had his eyes closed and this was one of the rare moments were Paty felt like Heph was truly relaxed. Smiling a bit, she curled up and closed her own eyes. She loved to enjoy the silence.

Hearing his question, she opened her eyes and smiled. “You know you’re too kind, right Heph? You have showered me in so many gifts this year already,” She said softly, moving a bit closer. Her small hand rubbed his arm, the one resting across his stomach. She knew her birthday was coming up and Heph always gave her the best presents.

“Actually I like my tiara as it is, it’s beautiful but discreet. I like to pass by unnoticed,” She smiled at him “But a set of earrings and a necklace would be perfect. Though I need something else too,” She said a bit more carefully “Could you make me a belt with a holder for my dagger?” She asked him softly, hoping he accepted “Something practical, not that heavy?”

When their eyes met and he complimented her, she smiled widely. “You must be the only man that things so. You’ve seen me in so many situations and now that I’m soaking, I’m still beautiful? Only you Heph,” She smiled, kissing his bare shoulder. She knew it was very intimate but she wanted to give him little clues of what she felt. “You know you are… you are gorgeous. I don’t say that enough but you are.”

The kiss to his shoulder caused his eyes to open, though he did not look at Paty quite yet. Did she truly find him to be as gorgeous as she said? He sincerely doubted it. . .yet she had never lied to him before. And why hadn’t she? She was under no obligation to tell him the truth about anything, and he would never know the difference if she did lie, especially about this, his looks.

“Thank you,” he said carefully after a moment, finally turning his head so he could see her. The movement of her fingers against his arm made his skin tingle, and he could feel the goosebumps prickling on his forearm.

“A belt? I believe I could do that. I’ll find some nice leather, and tan it for you. And I’ll have a necklace and earrings finished for you in a week and a half, maybe. I already have the stones I would like to use; all that is required is the setting for them.” Jewelry was a common item for the blacksmith. It was more intricate than the large items, the swords and the shields, but he liked having his skill tested.

When it came to her jewelry, there was always painstaking attention to detail from him. Every piece of metal needed to be placed just so, or else he would scrap the idea and start again.

After a moment, Heph moved the arm that rested on his stomach so that his hand could take hers. His face turned back up to the sky, and he watched the few clouds slide leisurely across it. Moments like these were ones that he wished would last forever, especially when she was so close. He could practically feel her body heat on his, and now with her hand in his, he almost felt like pulling her closer. He already wanted to wrap his arm, the one that now held her hand in his, around her shoulders to keep her close, so it took even more self control to simply lie there, without doing what he wanted. 

But wait, the little voice inside him said, she kissed you. It was only on the shoulder, but she still kissed you. Obviously she’s feeling something even if it isn’t romantic.

He glanced at her again, before he lifted her hand to his lips, where they pressed to her knuckles. I might as well return the favor.

[the-olympians]

Bar Greeting//Closed

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@humansxfox

Benny hated bars. Well…that was a lie. She loved to dance and have fun in a bar from time to time. It was just the people in bars. She usually didn’t look down on many people. Humans, in her mind, were all good in their own special way. But bars really seemed to bring the worst out of humans. She wasn’t sure if it was the mix of alcohol and anonymity or if it was just the fact that a cramped dance floor caused for everyone to bump into one another like a game of bumper cars. She sighed as she approached the bar. She was hardly even dressed to be in a bar. Perhaps she would be an extra for a remake of Clueless. She looked young enough to star in the movie anyways. Most bartenders checked her ID to make sure she was of age, even though many scoffed when they learned she was in fact 24.

She ordered her drink, sighing as she fished into her purse for her ID before a voice made her stop. Turning her head, she blinked at the man next to her. She couldn’t really make out his face in the dim lights of the bar but she saw enough to know he looked rather confused at her drink of choice. “A Nutella Mudslide? Oh…well it’s just…two very sweet liquors and Nutella. I can’t really take hard drinks.” She hummed, giving him a small smile before her eyes went to his whiskey. “It looks like you can though.”

“I suppose I can,” he said as he glanced down at the glass in his hand. Mortal drinks were never very strong to him, and he would require several glasses to actually feel the buzz that many mortals would feel after two or three. His hand wrapped around the glass, his thumb gently running along the rim before he glanced down at his drink and then back up at hers. “You’ll have to let me know how it tastes, and maybe I’ll order one for myself.”

With her beside him, the Blacksmith God finally had the opportunity to study her face up close. She was a little different from most mortals, and part of him wondered if she was even a mortal or not. “I have never seen you here before,” he said, almost as if he was a regular. He was a regular at bars, but not necessarily at this bar. He would simply frequent bars in general. “Are you from around here? I’m a little surprised they let you in here. You don’t exactly look to be the legal age,” he said. She truly didn’t look old enough, but he didn’t mean it to be an insult. Looking younger than what she was could be a very good thing, and in her case, it certainly was.

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