‘ her look. ’ it is not said with contempt, nor malice. no. hephaestus bears no ill-thoughts towards the goddess of love, no matter how doomed their history has been perceived. when he gazes upon the demi-god, his is a face of someone, though hesitant, welcomed of her presence. after all, hephaestus has been here before: to be something born that was god-like, but to have to linger someplace else, cast away from his rightful home. ‘ i see it in you. ’ a small smile, though he puts his gaze away. now slightly panicked ! where had he put the teapot ? ‘ come. sit. tell me of your journey. ’ / for @spyloved !
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