WHO New Hermes, Luna WHEN Friday 18th, afternoon WHERE The Penthouse WHAT Hermes getting used to being Hermes WARNINGS probs smut
When the elevator doors slid open, revealing the apartment to him properly for the first time, Hermes’ eyes lit up. Now this was living! He walked in slowly, enjoying having the time to himself to appreciate this and soak it all up. This was no Skandi blandness or impoverished shithole that he’d had to live in lately. This was glass and gold and velvet and luxury, open plan and light and airy, and he loved it. The enormous windows really just made the view worthwhile.
Being forced out of Freyr’s middle-class lifestyle had turned out for the best. This way he got to live the dream and the little annoyance of dealing with the original was taken care of by Lucifer. He couldn’t have asked for a better scenario, really. And maybe he could find Freyja and fuck her again, and she would cry to the heavens and never know it was the very demon that took her brother.
While he was enjoying that particular possibility, the elevator doors opened behind him, and he half-turned to see who it was.
“Ah, you’re back,” he said, and gave Luna a pleasant smile. “And how did you go?”