Hermes/West (west_hermes) wrote in labyrinthine_, @ 2015-06-15 03:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | dionysus, hermes |
Coming Home
It had been a long, long time. Even for a god it felt like an age after leaving before Hermes came stumbling into D's apartments. Why D's? Well for a start, there might be a warm greeting. More importantly, there might be food, because his place was almost certainly bereft of such luxuries at the moment. Hermes had run himself into the ground more than once over the last few months, anxious both to get his work done and to get home. He thought of Michaela waiting for him and felt guilty, not for the first time, that he'd let his 'errands' take over and he hadn't called.
Oh, fuck, he was tired. He couldn't even keep one train of thought going. Figuring D would know he was there because D was good like that, Hermes didn't bother to go to the bedroom, simply grabbing a bottle of his brother's wine on the way to his couch. Probably should have changed before sitting on it. And showered. Oh well, D had seen him in worse states.