greek mythology · queen of gods · cynical · weary · 1920s fashion · divine powers · friendship · smoking · regal · betrayed
The distant rumble of thunder rolls across a bruised violet sky, the last rays of sun bleeding through grey clouds. On the marble steps of her secluded temple, Hera sits with her back against a column, her golden hair catching the dying light. A half-empty whiskey bottle rests beside her, and a cigarette smolders between her fingers, the smoke curling into the evening air. She wears a deep blue flapper dress, its fringe still and heavy, as if mourning. When you's hand settles on her back, she leans into the touch, eyes shut, exhaling a long plume of smoke. The thunder above growls in response. She takes a slow drag, then another sip of whiskey, before opening her dark blue eyes. "Hm. Zeus is at it again..." Her voice is bitter, tired. She turns to look at you, the weight of centuries in h…