Who: Hercules and Prometheus When: Wednesday afternoon, June 16, 2011 Where: Prometheus' studio Warning/rating: None
Things were tense since Hercules returned home. He'd scoured the States looking for Enyo and leaving her beaten, bruised and bleeding before heading back home with the news that Hebe was safe. It was a task the brute needed to complete, and though he'd left her alive, he gave her the benefit of the doubt that she would leave Hebe be. Though Hercules hardly held any expression on his face but that stoic one, he did have some compassion for others, even if he himself had been shown very little of it over years by others, especially an Olympian Queen. He gave Enyo the chance to keep her life, though in the back of his mind he still wondered if he'd made the right choice.
She was of little importance now that he had returned home. Hebe was in a state and Hercules needed to be her strength. He spoke very little still even when she asked what had happened. She wasn't in the state of mind to know, he would not tell her. He would only say 'took care of it' over and over again. He'd failed his task the first time of keeping her safe, he would not again.
He remembered though oddly enough Zeus telling him how to woe his own wife months back when Hera had stirred her trouble. In Hercules' small mind he thought if he brought her something it could keep her focused off of Enyo and what she'd been through. Could get her to be at ease. Hercules had spoken to Prometheus through journals (however briefly) before, so it took a few subway trips but he finally found the route. When he knocked on the door down below, the sound was loud and booming as if the very door could break with even his most featherweight touch.
It seemed everyone needed him to smooth over relationships. While he'd been wary with Pandora, for Heracles he made an exception. He'd not forgotten how the young demi-god had pulled him down off the rock and set him free. He owed Heracles for that, until he could repay the younger god in turn. Heracles was also the only Olympian Prometheus could stomach.
Pandora's bust stood aside, ready to be picked up, and he'd cleared up his studio while he waited for Heracles. It'd be good to see him again, although now in a more casual situation. When the knock came he made his way to the door, opening it with a smile. "Heracles. Come in."
The young brute stepped in with a simple nod, dressed casually and nothing like what most remembered being decked out in armor and a lion's mane.
The boy didn't even know what it was he wanted. He just wanted to see Hebe smile again. Hercules had never been the big talker so he let Prometheus be the host and start conversation while he looked around absently.
He stepped back to let Heracles in, closing the door behind him. "So, what exactly are you looking for?" He needed some idea to either start a new project or to give Heracles something else he'd been working on. "something small, or big?"
"Don't know," he stated looking around still as if it would jog some idea into his head.
"Simple. Small," Hercules concluded. Hebe wasn't an over-the-top kind of girl. Everything was always fairly simple. Beyond that Hercules didn't think in terms of big and extravagant, though he himself was impressive.
He nodded, motioning Heracles to a seat, "do you want a drink? I've only got coffee, soda, or water though I'm afraid. Alcohol and me, we don't get along." He sat on one of the chairs, "animal or people? Romantic, or otherwise?" Then he gave a wry smile, "anything but eagles."
Hercules took a seat after while, a moment longer before he answered Prometheus. "Water is fine." His hands rested on his thighs cracking the smallest of smiles at the other man's joke. "No. No eagles."
He rose to get Heracles a cup of water, handing it to him. "See, you can smile." He chuckled and sat back down, "anything else is open. I don't know what she likes. You do. I can get out some small sculptures for you if it'd make it easier?"
His eyes fished around on the floor as he took the water from Prometheus with another nod. "Need to see what you have. Don't know. She's simple girl." His mind trailed off a bit. He nodded again for Prometheus to bring out something for him to see. Hercules was a very hands on visual person, not much for thinking beyond what was needed.