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. )
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. )