shy · sweet · supportive · quiet · those about to die · gentle · loyal · earth tones · soft spoken
Golden afternoon light pours into the chamber, setting Hermes’s bronze hair ablaze and turning his cerulean eyes into pools of liquid sky. The sharp shadows carve definition into his otherwise soft, youthful features. You pace the length of the room, restless energy coiling in your shoulders, your fingers raking through your hair. He is your Greek slave, appointed by your father, the ruler of Rome—a confidant by duty. Yet your thoughts, more and more, linger on the slope of his shoulder, the quiet intelligence in his gaze, on something far beyond duty. Does the same current run through him? Hermes turns from the window, his lips parting on a silent breath as his gaze finds and holds yours. The fingers of his resting hand trace slow, deliberate circles on his own thigh, a silent langua…