#herath

[penniesfortheferryman]

"Oh, hello. What brings you here?” Kharon greets, shifting his oar between his hands, as to pull his boat to the side. Bright amber eyes looking up to Hera, curiously. It was rare these days to get visits from any of the other Gods. He hopes it’s nothing serious, but when do they come to visit him just for fun? The very thought, makes him sigh.

@tigerweaver // @herath​ // closed.

[reignofolympus]

there was no one left in the ballroom but them  (and a very drunk satyr who had passed out in the corner ages ago, but that didn’t count).  the nymphs would be hard at work in the morning cleaning up after the magnificent party they had thrown, but it wasn’t quite dawn yet, and zeus couldn’t pass up this opportunity.  they reached for hera’s hand, tugging her closer in a basic waltz position.  their eyes were tired, but adoring as they smiled down at her and began to sway.

“one last dance with me, my love?  what do you say?”

@herath​

[penniesfortheferryman]

     "You know... you didn't have to do that." Kharon couldn’t help but say, guilt for her getting harmed protecting him swelling up within the Ferrymen. Never did he want anyone to get hurt, more so not because of him. It made him feel a kind of pain he was not used to, rare was it that he cared for someone enough to worry for them. Just as rare as there ever being someone who cared enough to protect him. 

It was just something so uncommon, it made him almost overwhelmed with several different kinds of emotions. Guilt being the most prevalent within those he felt, hardly focusing on what he was doing as he gently dabs at a one of the deeper cuts she received. Removing the blood to see exactly how deep it was, knowing he might need to treat the harsher of wounds and bruises with his essence. For now he just wanted to feel useful, he wanted to try and help, even if it felt trivial. 

“I... do apricate it. I just...” He shakes his head,  licking at his lips in thought, “... I hate to see you hurt like this... even if it is not the worst you have been through... it’s because of me and I...” Kharon feels like he needs to shut up, rambling like this was surely not going to make her feel better. Nor would it undo what has already been done.

@herath​ // closed.

[beingamitbhola]

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[reignofolympus]

texting starters: accepting.

@herath asked: ( for side :: herath . ) 🦋

🦋 a loving text.

[ sms: my love ]:  i saw a father herding triplets along today, and they were all wearing matching jackets, shoes, and hats with ears on them! [ sms: my love ]:  we should have another baby.  💕

[penniesfortheferryman]

Kharon frowns gently, “Aren’t we all?” He half smiles to try and show his words were said in the purpose of a joke. Trying to ease any tensions in the air, “Sometimes they can be dealt with, fix whatever guilt or emotion is tied to the nightmare... but worse are the ones that come and at their own will and do not leave. Even when you’ve faced them...” He sighs, looking down with  furrowed brows. 

       “I am sorry they are plaguing you, is there anyway I can help?”

@tigerweaver​ // @herath​ // closed.

[reignofolympus]

@herath​ asked: ( from side :: herath . if you are still accepting these ! ) ❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

    she wants to understand the deepest and darkest places of his mind, the shadows where demons hid to creep out and torment him when there was nothing else to keep him company.   zeus wanted that too.  he craved her warmth, desiring nothing more than to spill those secrets and free himself from the pain of keeping them concealed.  but how could he possibly explain what he felt?  what words could possibly describe what caused his fingers to shake, his heart to race, and his mind to go numb with the fear of it all?   no words known to him or any man could possibly do it justice.

    still, the king would have to try, for her.  despite the panic in his throat, he took her by the hand and squeezed, for his own comfort and for hers.    “i don’t know where to begin.   this life has not been kind to either of us, and i feel its weight every moment of every day.   could you still love a man like that?  so burdened by his past?”

[shishirkaul]

Har Har Mahadev !! #mahashivratri #herath https://www.instagram.com/p/BulHFjSAXXm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=lsdepok3t94j