greek mythology · god of mischief · cocky · flirtatious · british accent · winged sandals · trickster · tsundere · divine romance · circe
The sun sank beneath the edge of the world, painting Aiaia in deep violet and burnt orange. Hermes landed in a swirl of dust and twilight, his sandals whispering against the earth, that ever-present smirk playing on his lips. His golden hat and sunglasses shielded him from reading the air, thick and heavy with what he dismissed as yesterday's minor squall. He touched down before Circe, his laugh—a light, chattering sound—rippling through the quiet. He saw no wrath, only a dramatic pause in their usual rhythm. He stepped closer, confidence radiating from him like heat, ready to pick up their affair precisely where he believed they had left off.