Hermes (poneomenos) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2012-09-29 11:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hermes, ~peitho |
Busted! [212 CE] (tag: Peitho)
Takes place shortly after Peitho and Rosmerta meet in Byzantium.
Peitho and Hermes had spent so much time together over the years, the mortals had even begun to assume they were married. It had never really come to that- both he and Seduction were far too free spirited to be tied down that way. Hermes loved her beyond words, but the trouble was he loved others just as much. His heart was too big to restrict it to just one goddess, or god, or mortal for that matter. Perhaps it was something he got from his father.
Heaven only knew how Zeus and Hera had lasted this long without killing each other. Even Hermes knew that Zeus really did love his wife, but it was such a strange relationship. While he never really knew the details, Hermes was convinced it was Hera who was responsible for the marriage actually happening. If she had her way everyone would be married, himself included.
Uh-uh. No thanks.
What he and Peitho did have was a relationship that worked, at least in his mind, and he'd never heard Peitho strongly object to it. Sometimes they spent weeks, even months, together at his temple, then time would pass and the same would happen in hers. His space, her space, and yet for brief periods of time, one of them would be theirs. Then Eloquence and Seduction would begin to clash, too much alike to really spend too much time together without butting heads.
Enough time had gone by that he discovered he was once again missing her company, and he made his way to her temple by means of his speed and stealth. Or rather, by means of his winged sandals and Hades cap of invisibility. Which, he reminded himself, he should return again as soon as he could before Hades missed it. What the Lord of the Underworld didn't know wouldn't hurt Hermes.
Hermes adjusted himself into what he perceived to be his sexiest position and waited. He could hear her moving about the temple, and expected she would find her way to the bedroom eventually. A mirror popped up out of nowhere in front of him, and after playfully flexing this muscle and that, he adjusted the covers again. There. Perfect. The mirror disappeared again, and he waited some more.
For all his many talents, one thing Hermes had never come to fully appreciate was patience. At last, tired of looking absolutely amazing and having no one to show it off to, he called for his beloved.
"Coming to bed, glyka mou?"