Since the doctor has run away, Aventurine had to go to plan B. ( Aven @ Ratio: "Consequences of running away" || @badrcputation )

"Fiancé? The doctor has been busy. I'm curious to know what else he has done that you find so loveable about Dr Ratio, of course that is if you're open to expressing them ~ I know HE is a private man and wouldn't likely explain his feelings about someone else to me"

"Grandfather is in a bad mood and he's about to make it everyone's problem."

As if to confirm Theódoros' words, the air fills with more thunderclap, dark clouds covering the sky.

— And so, he lets the cat rest on his lap for as long as he needs. He grabs the blanket and drapes it over him once again, and returns to his book. And once he finishes a chapter, he turns to quietly work on the computer. It's the best time to work, since when Hermes wakes up, Veritas will want to spend time with him.

— Veritas is used to him by now- he opens his arms and catches him with practiced perfection. Then, he leaves a kiss on the deity's cheek.

some aglaea things

while not blind, it wouldn't be incorrect to call her visually impaired. she sees through the strings that she uses to keep okhema "in check", so more often than not, she will have them woven into things she wears - which is why she wears only her own dresses / garments at this point.

unlike in canon, she is hesitant to offer her garments out to just anybody, as, like i said, this is how she sees what she's doing. the chrysos heirs, some old friends, and any deities that directly ask automatically get her approval. but others, she will warn of their properties.

when she fully trusts someone, she will wear something other than her handmade dresses or garments, usually dressing down far more than she usually is - this makes her often unrecognizable in her own city, unless she is next to a chrysos heir.

my aglaea's hair is much longer than canon's (down to her biceps, rather than just below her ears) because of a reason similar to mine: if it's short enough to make her think something tickling her ear, it's too short.

Even if he wanted to hold back the sound, he couldn't help laughing from the feeling of those hands wandering over his stomach. Arms hooked themselves around Hermes' shoulders, pulling him closer and into more kisses as hands lightly rubbed around the base of his beloved's wings.