#iacchos

[igemellistark-tbd-blog]

[thelovingflame]

iacchos started following you

Hestia was reading over a stack of files in her office when one of the assistants knocked on the side of her door frame saying that someone was here to see her. The goddess smiled at the mortal and told her to lead the visitor in whenever they were ready. Once the woman departed, she placed the files into her drawer and sat back in her chair.

Once she caught sight of her nephew in the doorway she stood from her chair and opened her arms to him. "Dionysus Iacchos, it has been far too long." She embraced him in a warm hug and lead him to the less formal seating area she had in her spacious office next to the barely burning fireplace. "Now, how are you dearest?"

[samsxcola]

♔

I'm kind of relieved you couldn't cure me of the blood entirely.  I don't know how to live without this sixth sense.

[magikalhekate]

Theotherkhione and Iacchos needed a little magic in their lives

"Hello and to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

[winchesterssavedtheworld-blog]

Iacchos remembered the Dean that had come to the vineyard and decided to pay him a visit. Just as celestials always did, he appeared out of thin air and smiled at the man. "Hello, Dean", he greeted.

Dean was just about to take a bite from his pie when a gush of wind and a voice made him jump and he scurried and his pie fell from the table.

“Who…?”

Dean turned around and saw it was Iacchos. He just nodded. “Hey”

[gloryandvictory]

NIKE'S BLUSHING AND SHE'S WRAPPED HERSELF IN MY BLANKET BECAUSE SHE'S NEVER HAD CONVERSATIONS LIKE THESE

[ourdefiler]

               Needle slid along the grooves in the record; midst scattered clusters of last nights painting session - crumpled paper, discarded pallets and liquor bottles; splattered colors 'gainst both wall -- and the male, who sat at his desk - eyes lifting upon the strangers entry. 

      Not unusual. Luce Jones had been a famous alias ever since his artistic debut at a quaint little London museum. People often crept into the little studio he kept a little way from his home. 

                                 " -- Can I help you?"