BRUSH ( hebe for Hercules )
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BRUSH ( hebe for Hercules )
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send ‘BRUSH’ for your muse to put their head in mine’s lap so they can play with their hair.
@pcarlescent
Olympus was an odd mix of bustle and decadence, its conflicting personalities constantly at odds with one another. For someone who had spent decades in self-imposed isolation after the slaughter of his family, Hercules often found it exhausting. The meadow where he met Hebe had quickly become his favorite place, not least because he'd never seen a single other person there besides the two of them. It was beautiful though, wildflowers blooming year-round and the weather always pleasant. Certainly, he'd never known anything like it in his human life.
Hebe had become a comfort to him too, his only real friend on Olympus, and if he sometimes wondered if they could be more, he kept that to himself. He didn't have the best track record with relationships. His large hands, made for weapons and combat, had swiftly learned how to do more delicate work with the wildflowers. Hebe's head was in his lap while he played with her hair, gently braiding flowers into the long, soft strands. It was as relaxed as he ever got in this place where he felt like he needed to constantly be watching his step and looking over his shoulder, waiting for the gods to strike him down again.
── .✦ starter call ┆ @pcarlescent ❋
rhysand was as always, in a shit mood. the man had far too much blood on his hands for the day, far too much for his liking. it wasn't normal for him to get his hands dirty, he was more of the i'll tell you what to do, and you'll get it done. today was not that day. his hands shoved deeply into his pockets as he kicks the bar door open, headed straight for the bar, nodding at cassian. the owner. he'd bring the usual, a bottle of the best whiskey before rhysand need to even ask. the male finally sighs when he presses the glass to his lips, taking the liquid in and swallowing it fast. orbs look to his right, what a sight stands right beside him.