#shpards

[rushdelivs]

* i’d ask you to join me for a drink, Hermes, but i know you’ve a task ahead of you, and liquor dulls the senses. fortunately so, under most circumstances except yours.

cue a playful ‘stare.’ 

( @shpards ) // ( prompt. )

— ❝ 𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦! ❞

A little lie not meant to convince, but to 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒙. Charon is right, after all. There were several reasons as to why the drink of revelry was kept away from Hermes’ satchel when he was on the job—𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩.

( Well. Perhaps every god except 𝑫𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒔𝒖𝒔, arguably. He didn’t earn his title for nothing, and it’d be wrong to take away what’s rightfully his! )

“Come now, mate. You aren’t going to tempt me like that and leave me hanging, are you? I promise I’m a top-notch drinking partner!”

[wargod-archive]

@shpards​ said: * ' need a hand? '  /  ACCEPTING

“  Oh!  not  at  all,  I  have  plenty!~  ”  they wouldn’t pass it up, any chance they had whether it was unintentional or served to them on a silver platter. Hand jokes... hand puns... the works, the absolute pits. It tickled them, this humor that would forever be apart of them ( at least until they shed their physical form ) the godling let out a sharp and short cackle before covering their mouth realizing how ugly they sounded. But still the smile on their face was beaming. Dawa looked up at the other, straining their neck as if to reach a similar height so far off.   “  But  don’t  look  so  glum!   Lets  see...  have  you  ever  tried  sculpting  before?  There’s  mostly  rock  down  here,  hard  stone ...  I’d  love  to  have  some  clay,  some  malleable  material  to  get  messy  with.  I  suppose  I  could  chisel  away  but  ...  i  never  really  learned  that  medium  before!  Are  you  an  artistic  type?  You  seem,  poetic  to  me~  ”

[thanaties]

' '  death  stays  dark .  ' '  \ \  @shpards .

a  slight  head  tilt  .  he’s  clearly  letting  the  matter  fester  in  his  mind  ,  stoicism  &&   silence  tend  to  go  hand  in  merry  hand  .   golden  optics  searching  the  taller  figure  ...  as  if  the  other  wasn’t  no more  reserved  than  he  was  .  regardless  ,  there  is  candour  in  his  response  ...  thanatos  barely  has  the  patience  to  be  anything  else  ,  really  .

                        “  does  it  really  matter  if  it’s  dark  or  light  ?

                                                          it  is  merely  our  calling ,

                            ponder  not  over  such  ...  meaningless  things .  “