Hermes (ever_mercurial) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-02-15 18:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | hephaestus |
Who: Amber, Hephaestus
Where: Hephaestus' place
When: February 15
What: The morning after
Note: Reposted as a favour
Waking up with no idea where she was happened to Amber a lot. More than she'd ever admit to her brother, anyway. So when she blinked her eyes open to stare at an unfamiliar ceiling, she just sighed. She glanced at the man sleeping next to her. This had the potential to be really awkward. Still, it wouldn't be too big a--
And it was then that Amber remembered everything that had happened yesterday.
"Oh shit," she said out loud, sitting up. "What the hell?!"
Hephaestus had been sleeping rather peacefully, until he felt the other side of the bed move. Someone seemed to be shouting. All in all, it made him confused and a little grumpy. He sat up as well, looking for the source, and his eyes fell on the redhead beside him.
He opened his mouth to ask who she was and what she was doing there, but the questions died as yesterday came rushing back in brilliant color. Oh. Right.
"Good morning," he said at last.
"Morning," Amber said, voice a little shrill. The sheets had fallen down around her waist, and she pulled them up haphazardly. She eyed the god next to her.
Hephaestus. Greek, god of forges and volcanoes. Considering the almost manic effort she'd thrown into creating a Facebook account for him, she wondered if she hadn't run across his Social Security number somewhere.
"Not that this wasn't fun," Amber said, smiling awkwardly, "but seriously, what the hell?"
Hephaestus sighed internally. Apparently he was getting up now.
"I have a fairly good idea what happened," he said, reaching for his cane and robe. "How much do you know about a god named Eros?" He tied the sash and slid out of bed, picking up the cane and folding his hands over the handle. " He probably thought he was doing us all a kindness. I really should have a word with him."
He opened the bedroom door. "Would you like some coffee? I know I could certainly use a cup."
"Eros?" Amber asked, glancing around the room for her pants. Where the hell were they? "You have a spare robe, by any chance? And he's Cupid, right? Shoots arrows of--"
Amber's voice trailed off, realization hitting her. That little fluttery bastard.
Running her hands through her hair, frustrated, Amber said, "Yeah, I'd love coffee."
Hephaestus made his way over to his closet, pulling out a dark blue robe and passing it to her. It would probably be far too big for her, but it was the only other one he had.
"That's him," he said, watching as the realization hit her. "I honestly think he means well, but sometimes..." He let the sentence fade and sighed. He really was going to have to talk to Eros about this.
He nudged the door fully open with his hip. "Excellent, I'll make us some. And I could probably cook up some breakfast, if you're hungry."
Amber wrapped the robe around herself with a grateful smile. It was too big for her, but it would be better than wandering around the house naked while she tried to find her clothes. One of her shoes appeared to be resting at an angle at the foot of the bed.
"Does he do this a lot?" Amber asked, stepping out of bed. "Because it's amazing someone hasn't kicked his ass if he does."
As far as waking up next to complete strangers went, though, this wasn't so bad. Hephaestus was nice and offering to make her coffee, and he was cute, in an older dude way. It was better than waking up next to 4Chan or something.
"And yeah, breakfast would be amazing." Amber closed her eyes for a moment, checking the site the way only she could, mind racing from one digital corner of Facebook to the next to check the damage. "So, I think I declared my love for you on almost every corner of the site, and made you a video game. Interesting."
"I'm not exactly sure," Hephaestus admitted. "Although I wouldn't be at all surprised if some his targets were out for blood now."
All things considered, this really could have been so much worse. At least Amber wasn't recoiling in horror, or running screaming from the room.
"Would eggs be alright? And I think there's some sausage in the refrigerator," he said, making his way to the kitchen. Or starting to, since he paused when she told him what happened.
"A video game?" he asked, a little curious in spite of himself. "It would be interesting to see what that entailed. And if it makes you feel better, I made this for you." He picked a necklace up off the table and showed it to her. "At the time, I couldn't remember anything I'd ever made being more important."
"Eggs would be good," Amber said distractedly, trying to locate her cell phone. Ah, there it was, hiding under her shirt, which was draped on a chair. She perked up when she saw the necklace. "Oh my gosh! It's so pretty! Can I keep it?"
Amber never turned down jewelery.
Her fingers were quick on the keys of the phone as she pulled up the game on the screen. "Oh hey, it's called the Forge of Hephaestus. It looks like a combination of Tetrus and Bejeweled."
"Wonderful," he said. "And of course you can keep it, I made it with you in mind." He passed her the necklace. "I'm glad you like it."
He couldn't help but chuckle at the name of the game. "Now this, I will definitely have to play," he said, voice tinged with good humor. "But perhaps after some coffee, I'm told I can be a grump in the morning sometimes." He made his way down the hallway to the kitchen, where he put the coffee on and started gathering up things for breakfast.
He'd have to tell Eros about the video game. The Erotes would probably find it very amusing.
This was much better than the normal drunken hookups, Amber decided. She got a beautiful necklace and no hangover out of the deal. Plus, the game was actually pretty popular, so far. Amber felt smug.
"You haven't kicked me out or made me take down the Facebook page, so I say you're not a grump at all," Amber said, sitting down at the table in the kitchen, eyes still focused on the phone. She had a text from her brother, reading: 'R U DONE BEING A DRUNK IDIOT?' Hmph. She'd apparently informed him that she was getting married on Olympus at some point in the night.
"So, I don't think people on TV would talk about Facebook being the downfall of civilization if they knew that Cupid existed and had arrows made of love," Amber said conversationally.