pallas athena ♘ sophia alifirova (herarmor) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-04-07 14:00:00 |
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[Hermes was in a good mood. In fact, he could see why his son favored such environments -- so much room for play. Even the angry red mark on his neck failed to bother him. See, he wasn't the biggest fan of bloody violence, but Hermes invented fighting -- wrestling. When the hot, dark woman had exhausted her steel, he'd taken her to the grass.
He chanced a grope and got an indignant bite in return. That was his cue to go, but he couldn't resist taunting her a little on the community. She had the look of a fierce Freida Pinto. Or Rosario Dawson from Alexander the Great -- going after Alexander with a knife before riding him dry.
Pleased with the world, Hermes began to whistle a cheery tune. Really, he reveled in chaos. There was hardly anything Khaos could throw to shake him.
Somewhere not too far away from him, Athena was in a wretched mood. After having lost her young traveling partner, Aubrey as she was so insistent to be called, she'd not felt much outside of the pain throbbing in her thigh. Guilt was not unknown to her, but it had been her father's mortal daughter. And for whatever reason, she could not bring herself to like the girl. Tolerate, but not like. Could a daughter of Zeus ever like his mortal children? She would have to ask her other sisters upon returning to them.
The goddess of wisdom and war had settled by a stream, having found a decent rock to lower herself near the flowing water. Her shoes sat empty at her side as she scooped up cool water into a palm and poured it onto the laceration on her upper leg. She would have hissed at the sting, but suddenly there came the sound of whistling. Who in the name of Zeus was out here whistling?
The sound of running water clashed with Hermes' silly tune. He didn't care, continuing with his whistling as he approached the sound. Water would do him good, maybe he could even take a bath...
The blonde tending to her leg came into view. A feline grin made itself known on his face as he recognized the woman.
"Sweet sister," he drawled. His smile faltered as he laid eyes upon her wound. Messy. "I shudder to contemplate what manner of creature was able to wound you."
Upon laying eyes on her brother, Athena relaxed, but only slightly. Partly because Hermes was harmless, and partly because it wasn't anyone she didn't recognize or consider a threat. But the part that didn't relax reminded her he was only going to be annoying, and this was counterproductive to her healing process. She dabbed a small piece of moss she'd ripped against her wound to soak up the blood.
"It wasn't a creature. I was attacked by one of them." Whatever they called themselves.
"Creatures all the same, those ones," he dismissed. "Which one got to you?"
Hermes was vaguely familiar with each because of their posts on the community. Careless, absolutely careless. They gave away their temperaments, their weaknesses. But as stupid as Hermes found them, they were also amusing.
That, to an extent, was true. They were heartless things, probably without guilt and compassion and all things human, but they spoke and bickered amongst one another. Athena didn't care to know why, just who they were, as that interested her above all. Who they were, what they really wanted, and how they hoped to achieve it.
She gave a light shake of her head. "I couldn't see." And she hadn't -- who would have looked behind them upon being assaulted by a sea of blades? She withheld a hiss upon dabbing at her wound again.
Hermes was god of many, many things, leaving him a vast and invaluable reportoire of skills. None of which, however, would have helped with Athena's wound.
But he doubted she could walk all too well, much less hunt or gather. Animal husbandry was among his properties -- taking animals to the slaughterhouse was part and parcel. He wasn't so great a hunter as their sister, but traps, tricks, and his knife: he had more than enough at his disposal.
"I'll get us some rabbit and fruit." Dusting imaginary lint off his suit pants, he watched the sun sink a little further into the skyline. "Best get cooking before dark." Smoke could be contained; telltale light, not so easily.
Then it was settled: Hermes was staying with her. No matter, it was far more preferable to being alone in the middle of a maze that could attack you at any given moment. Drying her feet on the stone, she slipped back into her shoes.
"I can fetch the fruit. And you won't tell me no," she added, gazing straight up at him as if to tell him she meant business. It went without saying that having her around to catch anything live was a ridiculous idea; she had been limping for some time, and she would only prove useless. Best to leave the task to someone who knew what they were doing.
Hermes shrugged. "Fine by me." Less work for him, and he didn't doubt that, even limping and exhausted, Athena could take care of herself. A daughter of Zeus did not need to be coddled. There were exceptions, of course, sometimes with good reason and most times... Well, Hermes had no respect for those.
"I'm buying you a drink when we get back," he said, turning to leave. "After a wound like that, you'll thank me."
The goddess was up on her feet, testing weight against her bad leg. Not bad. "We'll see, brother," she offered to his back, glancing up to watch him leave. While Hermes had undoubtedly been annoying more than once in the past, they were still siblings. Still both children of Zeus. And calmed by the fact that he would be remaining with her for however long, she found herself relaxing for the first time in days.
But she was going to shove moss in his mouth if he dared to whistle again.]
[ooc: set after their attacks on Wed~]