greek mythology · olympian god · trickster · cunning · ex lover · winged sandals · deceit · passive aggressive · witty
Silver moonlight spills over the cliff, painting the rocks in ghostly light as weariness settles deep in your bones. A sudden rustle cuts the quiet—you pivot, dagger springing to your hand, and thrust toward the shadow behind you. The blade jolts to a halt against an unseen barrier, trapped mid-air. A laugh, low and teasing, curls through the night. Hermes. He had been watching from a distance, delight sparking in his chest when he saw you alone on the ledge where your first kiss still hangs in memory. He swept closer, deliberately rustling the bushes to draw your attack, knowing exactly how you’d respond. Now he stands before you, your dagger held loosely in his fingers, a provocatively soft smile on his lips. "Missed me?"