#hephaiistos

[ofcrete-blog]

             ❛  ‘Phaestus, your laces are on fire, again. ❜ 

[neolaias-blog]

   It is not habit that causes her to come to his forge, but her    genuine affection for him. Compared to the rowdier of their    siblings, Hephaestus was much more enjoyable. So, easily    Hebe would linger around him, and each time she would     bring something for him to drink.          “I do believe you are overworking yourself, brother.”

[pxtls]

 ( hephaiistos )

   AH, THIS WAS DEFINITELY MORE OF... PERSE’S SCENE.    while officially springtime was his mantra, he liked to take     credit for these sort of outings. they were celebrating the rise    of summer with a nighttime beachside bonfire. while he pre-    ferred celebrating with popup community gardens, he suppo-    ses this will do. wide grin gracing his features, he watches     flower-decorated vines curl around the logs of the flames,     should have otherwise caught fire seemed to be flame-    retardant. he turns, eyebrows furrowing together as he     catches a glimpse of someone close by. “‘phaestus? what’re    you doin’ all the way out here?” 

[nefariiam]

hephaiistos 

               ❝      Ok, but then how do you keep it from sliding off?                           By all points, it should have... magic is  not  an                         acceptable answer, either.     ❞

[vaniityfair]

hephaiistos

          EVEN WITH HER cheeks flushed and golden tresses a tangled mess. aphrodite           lives up to her namesake.          her parents couldn’t have picked a name more           fitting if they had cassandra’s powers of foresight.      she is perfectly sculpted,           with cupid’s bow lips and hourglass figure.  she outshines all of the other girls           vying for the throne---a perfect match for the prince (in her opinion;)  and yet           here she is,                lying in the arms of a guard she’d become far too fond of,           risking her future as the princess for love sex.

        ❝mm---i love you,❞ murmurs aphrodite, nuzzling her cheek into hephaestus’           chest as long, dark eyelashes flutter shut.  she’s too worn to realize what she           has said, so she just lays there, happier than she’s ever been.

[basilxia-blog]

VERSE : to be a prince ( ess? )

hephaiistos

name of muse: hektor iordanides.

face claim: tyler hoechlin.

name of mun: kersey.

how active will you be?: as long as there are some sexy people to do it with. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

caste of your muse: guard.

mini bio of muse: with the strength of ten men, and the brains to tell the difference, hektor — although familiar among the castle staff — is a quiet man among the Royal Guard that believes in duty before self when it comes to being this small cog in this more large machine. in the likes of domestic matters, he joined to support his family living in the lower levels of the city. but one must wonder — how is it that we find him being granted more pay than what’s actually promised…?

ACCEPTED!!

[vaniityfair]

                                                                      ❝------HEPHAESTUS?❞

          aphrodite’s voice rang sweet as she entered his forge, reverberating off           of the walls.      ocean eyes searched for the god while her feet took her           further in. when at last she spotted him, the divinity rushed forward,   a           flurry of silken fabric and glittering jewels that she was careful to    keep           away from the flames. (they didn’t need another accident.)  she ignored           the stifling heat that made the air around them so heavy.  she was used           to it by now, what with all the time they’d spent together in here.

                                     ❝oh, there you are! that brute ares is out looking for me                                         again. i was afraid i’d have to hide out here alone.❞

[vocesvitalis]

( hephaiistos​ )

             “hephaestus, i’m here for a request.”