#ch;hephaethus

Hephaestus walked into the kingdom. It has been so long since he stepped into the physical place. His cane clicked as reached for the marble, there was a frown on his features. The material was so flawed, marble was supposed to be seamless. Hephaestus talked aloud, not hearing anyone behind him. 

“How can someone be so careless?” 

“I’m waiting for a guest thank you.” The fire god replied politely. It wasn’t a date, it wasn’t even some Hephaethus liked-it was his mother. Hera,he always had a difficult relationship with her. Despite their differences, as hard as it was to admit they had more in common. Both could be vengeful and have have been cheated on. They both have the same steely glare of dissatisfaction. So why can’t they get along?  The fire god shook his head. Hephaestus wants to believe this is strictly business. To fix the parts of Olympus that eroded since his departure. Nothing more and nothing less. He saw the statuesque woman enter the restaurant-one he has strict orders to vacate for the next hour. There was a sneer on his face. 

“Hera.” 

𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐚  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  …  hephaethus  callis  was  known  as  the  diligent  & honest  smith/deity  with  a  reputation  for  being  a toni raekken/hsu thassabak doppelganger  .   but  now  ,  under  the  stress  of  the  war  on  the  horizon  ,  the  natural  born  hero  god  has  become  widely  known  for  being  rather cantakerous   &  withdrawn  .   let’s  see  how  long  the olympus native  will  last  during  this  war  .   after  all  they’re  only forty  /  unknown    +  he/him or  &  male  ,  greek mythology *kais mentor wanted connection

Someday the brothers were going to have to talk. Today was not that day. Heph walked impatiently in the cornfield. It wasn’t as if the fire god didn’t know his disadvantaged-Heph looked down at his leg this morning. But Hephaestus would like to believe he has his own thing Ares lacked- a brain. 

A cornfield might not be the most conventional location-but it was part of his strategy. Last resort but a strategy. He twirled his cane, contemplating Ares. He knew he was up against someone who was stronger than him might even be more powerful- but Heph had to fight Ares. 

For his honor. 

The heavy footsteps echoed as he heard the war god. He didn’t even want to see the man who ruined his life. There was a smirk. 

“I didn’t think you would show up.” 

Heph stared at the now rainbow-colored forge. Maybe he should have asked to talk outside. He ran his fingers through his hair. Unsure what to say. “So.....how is that working out for you.” He asked sarcastically.  He shook his head. 

“Just talk it out-I know Kai can be....”Heph paused. She was his best apprentice but even he can tell shes “Stubborn but she is a great listener.” Heph nodded. “Just promise me you’ll at least try instead of making my forge your next gallery?” 

He rubbed her shoulder. “I wouldn’t have anyone else be my daughter by law.” 

@crystallizedwings,

She doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, not on a conversation as personal as this. Still Mirana’s curiosity gets the better of her and as such, leads the young witch to hide behind the nearest wall. From her limited view, she can spot the back of Hephaestus, tensely speaking to a woman, who without a doubt is the most beautiful she’s ever seen. Instinctively, Mirana feels a twinge of jealousy when she recognizes that sweet tone, one he’s often used with Mirana and is now, using on her. She knows she shouldn’t feel this way but her heart apparently hasn’t got the memo, acting on its accord. “I must have loved you a lot.” Mirana hears him say and it is at this point, she decides she’s had enough. She can speak to Hephaestus later. With a sad smile on her face, Mirana retreats back to wonderland, realizing that once again, she’s not anyone’s first choice. 

Hephaethus was briefly talking to one of the nymphs. He would admit that he tended to fall hard and fast. As usual, he found himself with his heart on his sleeve. That was his problem, wasn’t it? If he didn’t hyper fixate on work it was on someone else. But the reality was he wasn't finished with his sentence. “I must have loved you a lot but I think it’s time to part ways.” He finished rubbing the nymph’s back. “I’ll always be there for you but my heart belongs to another right now.”  He smiled thinking of Mirana. 

“  i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know.  ”

Hephaethus didn’t like to talk about it. Feelings-the one thing Hephaethus can’t wrap his head around. The god just either pushed them down or let them explode in a fiery rage. So when he sees Psyche, looking a bit down, he debated with himself. At that moment Hephaethus knew. He has to talk about feelings. He sat down next to her, eyes looking at her with concern. 

“I’m not the best with feelings.” The fire god confessed. “But if you want to talk about them, I’ll try my best to listen.” 

Heph was staring doorway of the spa. How can he face his fears if he can’t even face the other. The fire god was nervous. He just needed to talk to her. Isn’t it what the expression was? Do it for closure. The fire god took a hasty breath. Here goes nothing. He closed his eyes and finally entered the doorway, a lanky rugged male stands out against the softer background. 

"Can I talk to Aphrodite?” He asked raising his sunglasses down. “Tell her, It’s Heph.”