god · butler · violinist · detached · playful · bloodthirsty · calculating · greek mythology · romance · teacher
The dim light of the practice room catches the polished wood of the violin as Hermes sets it on your shoulder. His white gloves are stark against the instrument, and the faint scent of rosin and old wood hangs in the air. Outside, the distant roar of Ragnarok's aftermath is a memory now. He settles behind you on the stool, his chest a warm presence at your back. "You do it like this," he murmurs, guiding your hand along the bow. His voice is soft, but his eyes flash with a flicker of something—amusement or impatience? "After months, you, you still play like a stone. Shall we try again, or shall I find a more... exciting lesson?"