|Hermes (ever_mercurial) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-01-16 05:18:00
Who: Hermes and Angelia [NPC]
What: Cuteness before I write horrible things
When: Friday Night
Where: Angelia's new little apartment
Angelia's new apartment wasn't as close to her father's place as either of them would have liked, but it would have to do. She could afford it, which was the main issue. She had refused to let Hermes just foot the bill, which had been quite a long and involved argument that had ended up with Hermes only caving because Angelia threatened to move back to San Francisco.
She was here now though, for good. Hermes was very glad. In opposition to his father, Hermes did care for most of his children, even with as many as he had. Some he regarded with a passing fondness, and others, such as Angelia, he absolutely adored. She was the spirit of messages and as such, she was a part of him. A messenger was worthless without a message.
Hermes carried the last of Angelia's boxes up and he set it down on her floor. "There," he announced to the room. "All done."
"Don't keel over, old man," Angelia said with a grin. She wasn't all that much younger than he was, but she still enjoyed teasing him about it. "Thanks. I'll unpack them later. Right now I have no will to organise."
"Do you want me to help?" Hermes asked, closing the door to her apartment and stepping over to the window. "You really have a great view here, don't you?"
"I love it!" She bounded over to step beside him and she leaned her head against his shoulder while they looked out at the lights of the city beyond them. "And I can organise myself. I'll sleep on the bed with my sleeping bag." She had planned ahead and left it out.
"Will you be warm enough? And do you have enough groceries? Have you shopped?"
Angelia laughed and she wrapped her arms around Hermes' middle, giving him an affectionate squeeze. "Dad, stop. I'm several thousand years old, I can take care of myself. I can shop and feed myself and I can even clean my own apartment!"
Hermes wanted to mention that she had to be extra careful because Poseidon was around and Zeus was on a rampage, and she had to be careful of the body she was possessing. But he had said it before and she knew it all anyway. So he bit his lip and he nodded before planting a kiss on her hair. "I know you can. I honestly swear I wasn't this much of a worry wart before I went to prison."
"Yes you were," Angelia said fondly. "But I think being separated from the people you love probably has exacerbated it a little. It's fine though, Dad. I'm not going anywhere. Do you want to sit for a while?"
Hermes had his wonderful wife to return to, but the idea of sitting and chatting with Angelia for a while first was appealing. "I'd like that."
"Oh no, I don't have any food to offer you!" Angelia looked worried for a second and then she poked out her tongue. "Just kidding. Move a box off the sofa and sit, I'll be right back."
"I'll come with you, while fully acknowledging that you can do it yourself, I just don't want you to have to."
Angelia laughed and she grabbed his hand, pulling him into her new kitchen.