hubble bubble toil and trouble

            hermes rubs the back of his head, shooting hecate a wide-eyed look of utter bewilderment. what were they? children? sulking, he sticks by the window as others gather their bearings — nyx laughing as if the goddess has never witnessed a more hilarious sight, but he bites his tongue and grumbles under his breath, choosing to avoid a conflict with night and magic at the expense of his pride. his brow furrows at the explanation of where they are, and while an attic sounds better than any immortal prison hermes knows of, it doesn’t stop the nervous wrench in his gut. he isn’t sure of how to respond to nyx’s questions, because he hasn’t the slightest idea of the answers, either, and frankly, he’s miffed enough about this whole situation to cross his arms and pout. someone — or something is bound to come, no? 

           ❝neither do i,❞ he says, breaking his code of silence. hermes looks down at his hand where he’s scratched red and raw from prying at the panels, lips pulling into a frown. blood? he wipes it away on his shirt without a comment. one freak-out at a time. crossing the floor to where nyx waits, hermes peers over the edge before leaning back on his heels. he’s not super enthusiastic about stepping into the unknown without his powers, but he’d prefer not to sit and wait for someone to collect them — if the musk and dust doesn’t suffocate them first. ❝does anyone see a ladder around?❞ he asks, glancing back to the hatch and offering a little help to nyx as the bottom of the attic opens to reveal a way out. there’s a decent drop and he’s not quite so brave anymore. ❝ — or a death wish. either works.❞ hermes looks to hecate, then nyx and hypnos with a brow raised. ❝unless we can all agree on who’s getting lowered down first. we should be careful, could get hurt.❞    // @mxgicks·

“careful?” hecate tuts with a shake of her head, standing up. she is small and fits rather neatly. in fact, she rather liked this little space. nevertheless like the others she was curious as to where they were. she could still smell magic in the air. not her own old kind, but something new. “who cares for careful?”

the goddess slips past the group and lowers herself legs first, swinging them in the air below. she takes a look down. the hard wood floor below looks stable; though the drop is at least twice her height. with one last look around, she grabs a pair of sunglasses that were laying by the hatch to put on and grins at her fellows. “tally-ho!"

she lands on her feet unsteadily and takes a tumble forward before recovering to look up. "unscathed. come now, friends. we have a world to rule!” // @somnolxnt·

Metric ✖ Help I’m Alive 

c. from up in the eaves comes a large boom! HERMES is trying to break out via the roof. why does this cage only have one window and no door? he screams for help, only to have HECATE throw a dusty candelabra at his head. NYX laughs. all the ruckus finally wakes up HYPNOS, who informs them that this is an attic, and the only way out is down. [ x ]

          hermes isn’t surprised when he wakes in a place he doesn’t recognize. he blinks, limbs heavy and head throbbing, two pains he is surprised by, and when he attempts to flutter up from the floor to search and stretch the aches away, there’s … nothing. not a flicker of movement, not a rustle of his beloved winged sandals. his eyes widen where he stares up at the ceiling, panic sharp on his tongue as he scrambles upright, back thumping hard against the wall where he stumbles. hermes bolts over to the window and tugs but the wood scrapes against his nails like it’s nothing, refusing to give when he yanks harder. and that’s … odd. is this pan’s doings? apollo? 

         he scowls. under different circumstances, hermes would hatch a plan for retaliation, but in the moment he’s too peeved and uncomfortable without his sandals, and no matter how hard he pulls the window won’t give and it’s so dark and so, it’s so —  hermes screeches, stomps his foot against the floor because he’s already had enough of this charade and he wants his powers back NOW. ❝is this — Is this a cage?❞ he hisses to no one in particular, abashed at the idea of being locked away like some — some rascal. which he certainly is not. he deserves far, far, better treatment than this. ❝hey, hey! let me out!❞ hermes yanks at a panel, splinters it apart so  light bursts through and dust kicks up to swirl, but he can’t even take in a breath before something knocks and he jerks in surprise, shies against the wall with an eloquent ❝ow!❞  // @mxgicks

hecate cackles, joining the laughter of nyx with a grin. the goddess picks up another item, a heavy tome with golden pages, and looks to aim it at the boy before seeing his innocent little face. she sulks into herself; tipping her head and looking to him with bold eyes. “oh, my dear,” she puts her hand to her heart. “i apologise. you see, i do not wake well, i smell odd magic in the air and you seem to have brought me to a foreign place. i wished to see if you were impervious to your own noise. it appears not.”

she flips open the book instead of throwing it and runs a finger down some paragraphs. she does not recognise the language, and closes it before turning to the mumbles coming from the far corner. “what do you say there? come now, speak up.” / @somnolxnt·

THE GODDESS SERIES | hecate