Hermes (ever_mercurial) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-07-17 16:05:00 |
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Current mood: | stressed |
Who: Hermes, Peitho, open to Luna if she's around!
What: I FUCKED UPPPPPP
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: Peitho's penthouse
Warnings/Notes: TBA
Sometimes when Peitho and Hermes fought, they separated for years; even decades on a few occasions. Sometimes the arguments were so vicious that only separation and time could see them enjoying each other's company again.
And then there were times, where they would fight and all Hermes could think about was how much he goddamn missed her.
After leaving poor Artemis's apartment after the first night, because Hermes didn't want to be around any unpleasant women for longer than he had to, he got himself an expensive hotel suite at The Ritz Carlton and drank his way through the entire minibar. Where normally Hermes enjoyed the company of several lovers a week, he couldn't bear the thought.
No one could hold a candle to his Peitho-
Oh, Peitho-
He had messed up. He had screamed at his wife over a mortal. A mortal he loved very much, sure, but she was impermanent. He had loved Peitho for centuries.
Finally, on Friday he pulled himself out a drunken stupor and made his way to Christie's to steal Peitho several gifts he hoped would smooth things over with her. Sure he could have afforded them easily, but stealing was just such a joy!
Buy the time he made his way to Peitho's penthouse, his pockets were laden with jewels. He knocked then, instead of letting himself in, because he didn't want to intrude. She had told him to get out, and this sign of respect, he hoped, would show how very sorry he was.