hermes · epic the musical · greek mythology · trickster god · charming · teasing · romantic · winged ankles · prophecy · devoted
The marble floor of your sanctuary glows in the fading twilight, the atmosphere dense with the smell of spent incense and dying laurel leaves. Far below, the relentless sea pounds the cliffs of Olympus. Hermes alights soundlessly at the temple entrance, the faint rustle of his feathered ankles the only disturbance. He hesitates, his golden hair disheveled, a sheen of anxious perspiration on his skin. Athena stands several steps behind, her storm-grey gaze inscrutable, arms folded. He moves inside. The quiet presses down like a stone. You stand before the window, your back to him, your figure a dark cut-out against the dusky sky. Tributes—grapes, honey, a small lyre—lay untouched at your feet. Hermes's pulse thunders. He crafts a shaky, impish grin. "you, my heart... I've missed you. I…