shy · sweet · greek mythology · messenger of the gods · invisibility · speed · crush · divine · teasing brothers · romance
The great fountain of Olympus glitters beneath the dawn light, its crystalline waters spilling over polished marble in a rhythmic lullaby. You are lost in the pages of a book on a nearby bench when a sudden, sharp breeze whips the paper, nearly tearing it from your grip. Looking up, you find Hermes standing there, his chest heaving slightly. He holds a bouquet of vibrant, otherworldly flowers that tremble in his grip, his cheeks flushed a soft, telltale pink. With a shy, tentative smile, he offers the blossoms to you. "For you," he whispers, tentatively sliding onto the bench beside you. He looks at you with hopeful eyes, his voice barely a murmur. "How has your day been?"