#hephaestxs

It’s a small place.  But they have books.  Considered vintage for the most part.  Quaint decor to some.  Mostly though - outdated, obsolete.  Why put words on paper when you can’t update the feed?  Can’t blast the most recent flash directly into peoples brains, stream it into their eyes and ears from the latest implant or wearable or device?

Anubis enjoys them.  His mortal form finds some kind of pleasurable satisfaction in turning pages rather than doom-scrolling.  The tactile nature of them is ultimately pleasing... Word pages, faded type... 

There a few other trinkets and antiquities around, either beneath little domes or inside glass cases, to be gazed upon or purchased by an occasional collector.  There’s something about being surrounded by the past that sets this mortal form at ease.  Which is probably entirely not the case for his... ‘guest’.  Or is he the guest?  Hard to tell.  But there’s steaming tea, in a proper china pot, with places set for two at the small table in the ‘book nook’.

Anubis ponders as he nibbles on a little cookie whether this would set Hephaestus ill at ease.  With no wires or neon, no cables...  Though there were discrete jacks beneath chairs for those who chose to indulge in new alongside the old.  It wasn’t entirely Anubis’ intention to set the other on edge, but if he were to hear out Hephaestus proposal, then he’d rather be somewhere he could focus... Could... Think.

And while the snug corner appears shaded ( Anubis presence seeping into the atmosphere a little ) it darkens even further when a substantial form blocks out the light.

“Matthew.”

His chair shuffles back with a small scuff-squeak on the wooden floor, Anubis standing and gesturing to the opposite seat.  

“Please, sit.  Try the tea.  It has quite an impeccable flavour.”

He doesn’t hold out his hand though.  Physical contact is still somewhat pushing boundaries.  He’s not exactly what you’d call - ‘a hugger’.

Minor pleasantries aside...  This little tete-a-tete has a point.  A purpose.  There are things to be consulted - apparently.  And curiosity is somewhat getting the better of him ( at least he’s a dog, not a cat, so hopefully there would be no killing of small domesticated creatures today ).

Pan's memorial was a great excuse to gather all of the divine of New Orleans in one place. Most were here because they missed Pan, others because they wanted to network with their fellow deities. Some, however, were here merely to keep up appearances. Tezcatlipoca, as was in her nature, was here as a mixture of all three. Reminiscing about the dead satyr with one, and scoping out for his replacement with another. Of those that were here only to be seen, none was quite so obvious as Hephaestus. Smoking, properly smoking, in a shadowy booth like some simmering volcano. Fitting.

"I wasn't sure whether you'd show up," Tez said, slipping into the booth opposite Hephaestus. The thought of asking him for permission to join him hadn't crossed her mind. "Pan, more than any others was your opposite, wasn’t he?" Tez asked, tilting her head to the side, eyes drawn to the ember glow of Heph's cigar. "You're the god of technology, of higher thought, of intellect and learning. Pan was animalistic chaos." Tez shrugged, not saying anything, apart from what she insinuated. Animosity between the two of them.

i have the metamorphoses but i haven’t gotten around to reading it yet!

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