Ἀμφιγύεις

Her eyes were supposed to look around for the god, but she could not help but stare at all the things he seemed to be working on. It was just incredible and she had never seem anything similar. Helen was so distracted, trying to understand and see all that was going on around her that she almost didn’t notice the god when her and the automaton reached him.

"Lord Hephaestus" She greeted with a small bow before smiling gently. Even now that she was immortal and even considered a minor god she just could consider the idea that she wasn’t that beaneth the other gods anymore. It sounded just too weird so she continued to do the same things she would while still just a mortal "Zeus asked me to come here because his thunderbolt seems to be damaged. He told me you would know what to do" The immortal said, handing it carefully to him.

He didn't like to e handed things and only stared at her attempt. The fire god cared little for her niceties and pleasant demeanour. She was a thing touched by the cow he hated and he would forever despise. The very sight of Helen irked him to no end. Quickly his creation moved to take the very things she brought over. "Don't hand me things. Just don't." There was a warning in his voice as he looked up from where he worked.

     She felt as if she knew his answer, that eh would stay and his maybe made it even more horrible to bare. She didn’t want to be alone and the way he moved, even more gentler she knew he was starting to fall for a creature who was just lonely. Ariel was alone in her little tower. Erik was furious with her for what she denied him, she knew she deserved a lot worse from him. That she should have been thrown from the highest peak but he became disappointed in her and stopped peaking unless they had to.

     Ariel stayed in the god’s arms. They were grand and full of warmth, “You know I can’t love you as I should.” It already felt tragic, having to say that she would adore the feeling of loving him. He was pleasant, He was a hurt little monster who hid this kind nature behind a mask.

He listened to her and he too didn't want to be entangled into something he couldn't have. Already he felt her song capture him, and her voice was lovelier than any song bird he had ever heard. His fingers moved over her head and brushed through strands of her fiery red hair. She felt soft and small in his arms as he listened to her, he didn't move. Just once kissed her crown as they laid there on the cold floor. it would be a promise to not turn this into some stupid tragic love affair, though he could barely contain his own heart. It felt pierced by cupid, and the adoration and affection he felt for her spread through his body like a disease. He wanted as she did to keep her. And if her husband returned to her side, the fire god would harm the king for touching something a god laid claim to. But no, he wouldn't. Hephaestus couldn't do something like that.

"We are what we are." he replied, "Carnal lovers." he didn't mind. To come to her to bedroom and have her whenever he felt like it. It didn't seem like a bad deal to him. Though he did find himself wanting. That seemed his only vice when it came to lovers, that he wanted love and not just desire and lust. he always craved so much more then he would get. It seemed just as well. The smith moved over her and pressed his lips to hers. "Right, now." He spoke through the kiss. "While I'm here, you are mine. And mine alone."

Helen tried by any meanings to get closer to her father, considering him her only family at the moment, but he was still so distant…But in that day he called her. The once Queen of Sparta couldn’t be happier. Later she was to found out he needed her only to deliver something to the fire god, man that never left his forge…But why her?

That question just didn’t seem to leave her mind in the way to the man’s work place. Was that a trick? Were the other gods afraid of doing it? Hermes was supposed to be the messenger and yet there she was. Maybe they wanted her to do it for her more kind and friendly nature? Or were the gods just using her beauty again? She just couldn’t get to a conclusion and that infuriated her. Being nothing but a doll in the gods’ hands…

The trip was shorter than she had expected it to be and in a few moments she was already at Hephaestus door, holding in her hands a long case where a sword could be kept, but instead it hid Zeus’ thunderbolt. She probably would be scared of carrying such a powerful weapon, but considering that it was damaged it didn’t seem that dangerous.

Helen’s stormy blue eyes looked over the big door and it’s border trying to find a doorbell, soon giving up and moving her fist to knock a little harder than she would normally do on a normal door.

She was given immortality but to him she would remain beneath him. He was a crude and careless man who held no torch for not a living creature. His heart was amde of iron and in it's strength stubornness grew inabundace.

The fire god didn't meet her at the door nor open it for her, his automaton did all the work for him. It ventured towards the door , assed the situation and incline for her to follow it to it's master. From the voice he heard, the smith knew who it was and he found it an insult that he was sent a woman, that woman. He had fought with the greeks againt his ex-wife and his feeling have not changed in the least. Anyone who even stood within a breath of Aphrodite was regarded as gross or disgusting. It didn't help that he didn't even regard Zeus as his own father nor Hera as his mother. To him they were just a king and queen that on occassion he messed with when they belittled his worth.

      Hephaestus was a strong and independent kind of immortal, one Eros felt a certain respect for. After all, he welded the arrows Eros shot from his golden bow. But that did not stop Eros from playing his games the way he did. No one was immune. Not even the Gods.

      He hovered nearer to the God and vied for more of his time. “Surely I could help bring this unto you too. Love can happen after attraction.”  

And that was it. That name. It was all he needed to let out a low gorwl. He never wanted to hear that cow's name in his place of work. "The more you keep taling the more I want to cursh you or worse put you into a melting pot so you can join the gold or lead for those arrows you enjoy so much.

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   A long, dramatic pause ensues.  Wait for it…

              “ … That’s it, that’s the joke.  Spiders                  can’t   drink,    mechanical   or   not. ”

   He  grins  and  props  himself  up  against    the    God’s    workbench,   looking    rather    p r o u d     of     himself      for     his     “joke.”

Well that definitely wasn't a joke it was something else entirely, the fire god thought to himself. There was really no accounting for taste but what did he know of humour. His idea of humour was more slap stick and if he tried to make a joke it would sound just as awful as his son's. Maybe a little worse and a bit macabre.

"Okay" Was all he could force out besides a slight smirk. "Well that makes sense. They can't drink. I thought you were going to say they asked for a ------" he couldn't think of anything, "But the bartender was going tot ell them to take that outside." He might have been a better story teller then a comedian. Though even in that he sort of sucked at it. His daughters were his witnesses.

     “There, now so am I.”

          Just on the inner lining of her lips, she could taste fire and metal. Still,           Kore wanted to shout at him. Don’t undersell yourself, she wanted to           scream. Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t let yourself be something you’re not.           He was so nice, and the way he talked about himself said he didn’t feel           as great as he was. She wasn’t going to marry; in fact, Kore was sure           she’d be a virgin goddess for all of existence. Hephaestus had no           reason to be a virgin god.

"Why did you do that?" For a few seconds he felt betrayed by her kindness. As if saying not to do anything he could misintrepret. That it wouldn't be fair. As he could love with a the charge of ablue flame, he was the god of fire. "You shouldn't do things like that. Not with me." It was a warning now, as he took his hand back and wiped it.