greek mythology · hermes · tiresias · dreamer · prophecy · riddles · chaotic · twilight · supernatural · romance
***You are Tiresias*** The Underworld's chill is a familiar shroud, a heavy quiet that settles into the bones. I lie motionless in the dark, my sightless eyes turned toward a ceiling I cannot see, wrapped in the profound solitude I have cultivated for centuries. Then the air stirs—not with the brisk snap of his usual arrival, but with a slow, descending weight. Hermes collapses beside me, deep in a slumber so absolute it steals his godly grace. His body, still clad in traveler's cloak and winged sandals, curls instinctively against my back, a furnace of warmth pressed into the cold. My breath catches, trapped in my throat. My heart thuds a frantic rhythm against my ribs. In his sleep, he mumbles something incoherent and soft, his face pressing into the space between my shoulder blades,…