.:Closed RP:. rtah-anon
The hours between sunset and sunrise were reserved for the gods.
In temples around the world priests chased vagabonds and beggars off of the marble steps, locking doors and shutting themselves away in their fine rooms to pray before sleeping. Not a mortal soul was allowed to be caught wandering the halls during the night, lest they get several lashings and a cut through the symbol of their robes. It was the highest offense to disturb the gods when they came to appreciate their offerings and rest in the luxurious room prepared for them at the top of the temple.
Those loyal to the god of harvest tended to leave bread and pastries for him as an offering with their prayers. Some gave him apples and peaches, fruit from the trees that his sister tended to. Others poured oil over the steps to his grand statue, kissing the bull's hooves before going on their way and hoping that their pleas for help were heard.
Taurus sprawled himself on the steps, tipping his head back to splay his hair and rest his horns on the marble. A piece of wheat hung between his lips, teeth gently grinding on the stalk as he appreciated the smell of baked bread and sugar around him. His tails swept through flower petals that had been shed across the ground, the shortest barely reaching the bottom step and the longest sliding along the ground over and over. The god closed his eyes and rested, slowly relaxing as the work of the day melted off of him. There were prayers to get to, faint whispers in his head and bread to eat and notes to read but he had all night to do that. And, as far as he knew, he was going to be alone to do them.