Hedylogos: God of Sweet-Talk and Flattery (winged_flattery) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2014-12-17 20:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~hedylogos, ~philotes |
Practice Practice Practice... (long ago -young adult Hedy) [tag: Philotes]
He was so embarrassed. This was ridiculous. It was not going to work. Not at all. All his brothers' grand ideas of just throwing him into crowds of people and letting him talk his way out of them didn't work, he just ended up blushing and stuttering until he was able to shuffle into the shadows and away. So that way a complete and utter failure. His sisters' ideas of trying to get him to talk to them like they were strangers didn't really work either because he knew they were just his sisters. It was hard to pretend they were someone else when they were looking right at him, and smiling... and telling him he was adorable.
That really was what ruined it, wasn't it? That part where when he would start to stammer and get shy that they'd tell him he was cute and just so adorable. It just made it so much worse somehow. He was supposed to be sweet, he supposed. That was part of what he was supposed to do. But talking was supposed to factor in there too at some point. That was rather the purpose of being the god of Sweet Talk and Flattery.
Hedylogos really figured he had hit rock bottom when he finally took some desperate advice from his father, which had him sitting against the base of a tree, barefoot, wings actually out for inspiration and a small mirror held up against his bent knees so he could look down into it.
Reciting a hymn he had penned months before from memory, the goal was to get through it while looking at himself without stuttering or stopping so that perhaps... he could someday do the same to someone else. It felt so foolish. So much so that once he reached the point of the soft brown eyes... Flattery's voice failed and he stammered.
He was the absolute worst son of Hermes ever. This was never going to work.