Rosmerta; goddess of abundance and fertility (rosmertiae) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2014-05-09 18:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hermes, ~rosmerta |
Best Served with Wine (tag: Hermes)
Rosmerta sat back and admired her handiwork. It looked, if she did say so herself, wonderful. It looked just like those ransom notes on the old television shows, with all the cut out magazine letters. Totally cheesy. And she was rather proud of it.
Of course, she was rather proud of herself in general these days. Because she hadn't really thought she'd get away with the escapade that set up the necessity of a ransom note. As she'd told the great Egyptian queen at the time, she wasn't entirely sure she could get away with stealing something from the thief, but there was something she thought she might be able to pick up.
Her plan had been to acquire Mercury's reed pipes. He kept saying that he swore they disappeared on their own, but she suspected that he just kept mislaying them. But because they kept getting misplaced, she should be able to swipe them on the sly, and he'd only know that they were gone once she sent the note.
But the day she put her plan into action, fortune had been smiling on her. Because not only was her almost-husband not home, it looked as though he'd planned to step out for only a few minutes, because he left something rather important completely unguarded. Rosmerta suspected that he planned to use it, probably in the very near future, because otherwise she was sure he'd have all kinds of security measures surrounding it. In fact, in all the time she'd known him, she'd rarely seen it at all, let alone just sitting there, ready for the taking. Somebody must have called him out, she surmised, meaning he'd be right back. She had to act! Fast!
So she swiped the Helm of Invisibility and booked it back home. It was such a rush! When she got home, Rosmerta began giggling like a mad woman, and it took two full bottles of wine to calm her nerves to the point of a minor chuckle now and again. Oh, she was so naughty. The rest of the night was spent giggling, drinking, and finding the perfect hiding place for the helm.
Then Rosmerta waited until the next morning before she even started the ransom note. She wanted to get even for the theft of an eyeliner, not sincerely torture her lover, which it would if she waited much longer. The note itself took several hours to compose, cut out, paste and let dry. The note read:
If you ever want to see your pretty hat again, go to Chanel and get the Ecriture de Chanel Auto Liquid Eyeliner in Noir-Black. Bring it to Fontaine du Palmier, and leave it at the figure of Justice. Once we are satisfied, you will be contacted again on where to pick up the helm.
When it was done, she took great care in how she sent it to Mercury, careful not to leave any trace element of her power on the envelope. Not that it was going to take him long to figure it out. He was far too clever.
And now, all she had to do was wait. She should get another bottle of wine in the mean time. Maybe a nice warm red with fruity undertones. That sounded lovely. Rosmerta giggled and headed for the wine cellar.