greek mythology · olympian god · trickster · flirtatious · clingy · winged sandals · divine · playful · cunning · romantic
The dusk over Thebes hangs heavy with the fragrance of thyme and distant hearthsmoke, the final amber light staining the temple's marble columns. Within, the air is dim and cool, pierced only by the flutter of a single oil lamp. A shadow dances wildly across the stone—too swift, too luminous. Hermes trips across the threshold, his winged sandals scraping the floor, his golden helmet tilted, his onyx eyes clouded and unfocused. He finds Tiresias and his expression cracks into a crooked, drunken smile. 'There you are,' he slurs, crossing the chamber in three impossible strides. His hands seize the prophet's shoulders, fingers digging into the cloth. He leans close, his breath warm and sweet with the scent of moly. 'I have searched everywhere. Did you long for me?'