"Ew, Heph, that sounds unsanitary. Didn’t your parents teach you better?"
"They tried to teach me how to fly once by throwing me off Olympus--if that counts as anything." Sarcastic humor is sarcastic.
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"Ew, Heph, that sounds unsanitary. Didn’t your parents teach you better?"
"They tried to teach me how to fly once by throwing me off Olympus--if that counts as anything." Sarcastic humor is sarcastic.
Bitches get at Hephy because he just finished building his life size model of the Eiffel Tower.
Took him about six hours to get everything perfect but he did it.
Guess who hasn’t slept in the past few days because of Flappy Bird. Oh, look. She ran into a pole. Doesn’t look like she has the intention of getting up any time soon. But hey. She finally got to seventy.
Hephy never really saw the reason why everyone struggled with such an easy game. It was all simple math. Though by simple Hephy meant quantum physics, no big deal. Hence why he now has a score of 980 on the game.
rule number two,
just don’t get attached to,
somebody you could lose.
Spoiled? Her? Psh, not as much as she could be. ” .. Do you really think I’m spoiled?" Really, she never found herself to be, then again she was happy that he approached her this time oppose to her having to visit him and probably talk to a door instead.
Do you want the truth or brutal honesty? Dammit all. Why did he even come to her first. This wasn't his nature. He hadn't wanted to see her at all if he could help it. But there was something inside of him begging him to at least reconcile. Ha. Never. "I wouldn't have said 'spoiled as ever' if I thought otherwise."
Guess which lovely goddess is online, this one! You may now start the worshiping or sending her gifts~ Hint hint, she likes cute and pretty things.
Common sense to Hephy to avoid like the plague but stupidity kept him grounded. Swallow back the pain, Hephy. "Aphrodite... spoiled as ever, I see."
GREEK MYTHOLOGY
Ἥφαιστος
Hephaestus was the god of fire, metallurgy and vulcano, son of Zeus and Hera, husband of Aphrodite and father of Eucleia, Euthenia, Eupheme and Philophrosyne.
He had his own palace on Olympus, containing his workshop with anvil and twenty bellows that worked at his bidding. Hephaestus crafted much of the magnificent equipment of the gods, and almost any finely-wrought metalwork imbued with powers that appears in Greek myth is said to have been forged by Hephaestus. He designed Hermes’ winged helmet and sandals, the Aegis breastplate, Aphrodite’s famed girdle,Agamemnon’s staff of office, Achilles’ armor, Heracles’ bronze clappers, Helios’ chariot, the shoulder of Pelops, and Eros’ bow and arrows. In later accounts, Hephaestus worked with the help of the chthonic Cyclopes among them his assistants in the forge, Brontes, Steropes and Pyracmon.
ron perlman as hephaestus
GREEK MYTHOLOGY MEME: 8/?
∟Ray Stevenson as H E P H A E S T U S
Crippled god of fire, metalworking, and crafts. The son of Hera by parthenogenesis, he is the smith of the gods and the husband of the adulterous Aphrodite. He was usually depicted as a bearded man with hammer, tongs and anvil—the tools of a smith—and sometimes riding a donkey. His sacred animals are the donkey, the guard dog and the crane. Among his creations was the armor of Achilles. Hephaestus used the fire of the forge as a creative force, but his Roman counterpart Vulcan was feared for his destructive potential and associated with the volcanic power of the earth.
{Go Away}
{ ♋ } Staring down the barrel of the gun, her eyebrow twitched. “What if I don’t? Are you going to shoot me? If you did, I’d just go back to the stars, so go ahead. Do it." she mumbled, crossing her arms. The sign wasn’t in the mood to deal with this today.
"Then by all means. Go back to the stars. You'll find a much better use for all your hot gas there." Don't mind Hephy. He's just annoyed that so many people barged into his workshop while he was working on something super special awesome.
{No}
Nico blinks at the door that slammed, her head tilting to the side. “At least don’t slam it.” She muttered. “It might get kicked in or somethin’.” She huffed, her gaze darting around to search for a window.
Hephaestus picked up the mega phone that linked to an outside speaker hung above his door. "I heard that. Kick my door in and I'll light you on fire for my birthday candle." Harsh, Hephy. But festive. Way to go.
{No}
At the sight of the God closing the door in her face, Hemera let out a small sigh. Wonderful. Walking to the door, she knocked softly. “Hey, Hephaestus… Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to know how have you been. I haven’t seen you in centuries.” Well really… Last time they had meet… She didn’t even remember… It had been Eons ago.
"I'm not dead...?" He spoke through the loud speaker. Why was that phrased as a question, Hephy? At least show some consideration for people who actually seek your company. Oh wait. He can't. "I'm not sure what else you want me to tell you."
"I’m sorry, I can’t understand the language of boring. Could you find a translator, Heph? It’s all a lil jarbled."
"If I flush your head down the toilet would that eradicate your annoying tendencies?"
"No." she blinks. "I wish to know my half brother better. Even if you are a god."
"There's nothing to know about me. I'm not all that interesting."
"You’re telling me you’re not Hephaestus?"
"No. I am."
"I just don't remember giving birth to you."
At the other’s reaction, Raphael stared at him for a moment before taking two, three step backs. Was he disrespectful? It was not as if he had done on purpose. After all, he hadn’t done on purpose, he was simply putting his jacket on. “Oh, I’m sorry. I…I didn’t meat to touch you. I’m really sorry." A pause before he asked again, "Are you okay?”
Gods, you're being such a wimp Hephaestus. It's just human contact. You're not going to die. Well, maybe a little bit. Embarrassed beyond belief at his childish response to the contact, Hephy cleared his throat and darted his eyes everywhere else but the other's face. "I'm fine. Just--don't do that again." Ever.
It hurt like hell the last time I lost you
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I don't wanna do that again.