#quickfavor

" just like old times indeed, boss! " it must be strange, to see hermes bearing the colors and sigils of the underworld so openly after being so secretive the entire time they worked together previously. there is the beat of wings when he appears, staff tucked against his body as he offers his boon out to zagreus with the jingle of coin behind it (charon wouldn't mind, not really.) " thought you'd given it a rest, but considering the current situation, i guess you'll be calling on the extended family again, huh? "

"You know me mate, I'll rest when I'm dead and gone."

The young demigod replied, a forced smile on his face, although you could tell the recent events have been taken a toll on him.

Zagreus had to admit, it was odd to have an actual conversation with the God of speed, or any god for that matter. The only time he remember that happening was during the feast, and even that came and went in a flash.

Not that it's bad, Zag liked Hermes, Him and Artemis were the two gods he felt some sort of kinship with, mostly because they don't seem in love with the concept of godhood like the others.

"Especially now when good old grandfather has decided to take my father hostage. Heh... another family drama we gotta deal with. "

unprompted ( always accepting ).

he shouldn’t. ( you should. ) he should stay where he’s at and behave, uphold his talk of no more foolin’ around. . . or however it was worded. ( you didn’t swear on it, and we’ve grown bored! ) 

gwynne’s chatter isn’t helping. as restless as he is, the magpie chirps and trills in frustration. ( it sounds like fun. it sounds like home! )

and that’s all it took. the sure-footed satyr weaves through the woods, ears twitching to the sounds of merriment. gwynne flies above, fluttering from branch to branch. it’s not until he jumps onto a fallen log, tail twitching and one hoof tapping against the old wood that he speaks. 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 🌺┊     ❝ OH HO HO... so they keep your sails afloat. I was not aware they were attached! ❞   Light - hearted is their full - faced laugh, hand splayed atop their chest as though the chortle would be their last. Urged by Hermes' own feathered quivering, a pair of shimmering wings blossom from their upper back to accompany the plumed dance.   ❝ Oh, I don't wish to take them from you! I've my own. I simply heard rumors that you needed them to be as swift as you are. I couldn't help but inquire further.

My name is Lux Aeterna, god of the sun. It's a pleasure to meet you, considering you've likely crossed the distance of the milky way thrice over, if not more! But, I must ask... is it true? ❞  

"ah, Lord Hermes. Would this be another report perhaps?" Despite the God's best efforts, the slight hint at his excitement over this war crept into his tone of voice. Any report was almost good news at times since it always showed this war would still be occuring for quite some time. Much better for the blood lusting God. Ares continued to tend to one of his three swords.

"Athena currently, along with the others, have everything tended too hence my focus on preparing. Only a fool would go unprepared yet that does appear to be grandfather's methods, does it not?"

"quite the quaint gathering indeed," they'd mumbled as everyone was observed. To take a more contained appearance simply for their ease was the only form of consideration Chaos would agree to. For the other Gods' minds, that was how they viewed it all. Though the outside was far too bewildering now and in some moments their mind had partially wandered towards contemplating existence yet again and when it all will come to an end. Solitude had been necessary yet also stunting for them over the centuries. Their silence had been broken the moment they cast their gaze towards Hermes almost questioning him.

"you would be Hermes, the spawn of Zeus. I had not been expecting your approach yet shall not insist to be left alone. Do as you see fit. Respond."

epic: the circe saga.

as if they have a mind of their own, his wings flex. power. if he were younger and a fool, he’d have leapt at the offer without a second thought. hubris has a way of humbling you in the worst of ways, though. 

metal bones and feathers fold, and the sound mixes with his laugh. “ offering a boon, are you ? ” the briefest touch of humor before he turns pensive, looking up. “ i never thought of it as power. but i suppose, in its own way, it is. doubt anyone would be able to say no, thank you to that, right ? ”

and he longs for a taste of flight.

epic: the circe saga.

“ are you mocking me ? ” because it was less of a speech and more of a rant. bark and bite at the same time, and far from brilliant. she’s never had charm. she’s never had the talent to weave clever lines and impactful arguments, and instead trips over her own tongue.

brilliant? @quickfavor has to be joking.