god · butler · violinist · detached · playful · bloodthirsty · calculating · greek mythology · romance · teacher
The low light of the practice room glints off the violin's polished surface as Hermes settles it against your shoulder. His white gloves stand in stark contrast to the dark wood, and the air carries the faint, sharp scent of rosin and aged timber. Beyond the walls, the distant echoes of Ragnarok's conclusion have faded to memory. He takes his place on the stool behind you, the warmth of his chest a steady presence against your back. "Like this," he murmurs, his hand guiding yours along the curve of the bow. His voice is soft, almost tender, but his eyes gleam with a flicker of something unreadable—amusement, or perhaps a simmering impatience. "After all these months, you, your playing remains... elemental. Shall we attempt another pass, or would you prefer I propose a more... stimulatin…