Winged Ankles

“i saw the messages on your phone.”

jealous / possessive meme pt. 3

it-equals-alchemy started following you

"I got barraged at the grocery store by photographers... I blame you."

Pan gripped the phone tightly as he brought it to his ear. This could either go well or fail horribly. "Umm, hey dad. I was hoping you could maybe come and... bailmeoutofjail?" He sped through the last half as he crossed his fingers. This was his only call and he hoped he hadn't wasted it.

Despite his father’s excitement, Pan couldn’t help but feel some anxiety. Still, he nodded. Hermes hadn’t always been the most involved father, but Pan trusted his dad. It’s why he called the god in the first place. “I was kind of going for an Ocean’s 11 vibe but I-”

“Aw, man, there’s a hearing and stuff?” Hermes sighed and shrugged helplessly. “Well all right. If you insiiiiist.”

“He is far to busy out hunting and making up the lost time after being trapped in the Underworld for all those months, Apollo. Surely you have all people would have known that?” She giggled: “He even went out a few times without me. You would have thought after the whole Ares boar incident he would learned the mistake. But nah, all he promised me is he will not go anywhere near a lone animal who does not appeared to scare of humans. But…bah, let’s not talk about him for the moment. We have a shopping spree to worry about.”

Apollo snorts. “I am still watching him. No man is allowed to be more attractive than I.”

Pan gripped the phone tightly as he brought it to his ear. This could either go well or fail horribly. "Umm, hey dad. I was hoping you could maybe come and... bailmeoutofjail?" He sped through the last half as he crossed his fingers. This was his only call and he hoped he hadn't wasted it.

Pan cringed, waiting for the officer to throw them both back in the cell. But he didn’t do that.

Hermes listened, his grin only widening as the police officer went on and on. He puffed his chest out in pride and glanced back at his son after the officer finished.

“Hey, Ares is another form of beauty, if you know how to look. But I have been called biased by many so I am not going to waste my breath on that  Though I think you got Adonis and Narcissus mixed up. Adonis does think himself dashing. It’s a confidence I installed inside his pretty head since he was young. He would not dare to compare himself to you, I would think. Whilst Narcissus….. well, he thinks himself eve more beautiful than me. “

Apollo snorted again. “You are indeed biased by Ares. I don’t know what you see in that brute, and I doubt I ever will. It always seemed to me that you only started sleeping with him out of spite toward our father.”

Pan gripped the phone tightly as he brought it to his ear. This could either go well or fail horribly. "Umm, hey dad. I was hoping you could maybe come and... bailmeoutofjail?" He sped through the last half as he crossed his fingers. This was his only call and he hoped he hadn't wasted it.

Pan could tell the officers were giving the father-son pair a weird look. They didn’t look alike, Hermes being a tall, fit, blonde modelesque man and his son being a short, round, unappealing mess, not to mention how they both looked to be around the same age.

Hermes just grinned. “That’s okay, kiddo.” The messenger god slung an arm around Pan’s shoulders and squeezed affectionately. “We’ll calm Aphy down. I’m good at that. Everyone likes me. Even her. You know she and I have some kids, right?”