i would risk it all for these two
hi i am a thot
Hermes 𝑃𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠, conductor of souls , and 𝑃𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒, conductor or leader of souls in (or through) the underworld.
Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl (1860–1933) , Souls on the Banks of the Acheron
“But…what if she doesn’t like me? We’ve never even met Mr. Hermes.” Orpheus stared in the vanity mirror he sat in front of. His God father trying to smooth out a stray strand of hair that refused to stay in place. He reached up to help but his hand was swatted away.
“Orpheus, I love you but there’s some things no one’s ready for. Marriage is one of them. Besides, it didn’t matter if you like each other, after you have a kid you don’t even have to talk to each other.”
“That’s not at all reassuring.” The suit felt stiff and out of place. “I’m not getting married today, why do I have to wear this?”
“To impress them kid. This Hades and Persephone. They’re old money, and they’ll expect you to dress like it if you’re going to marry their kid.”
Orpheus didn’t know a lot. He’d be the first to admit that. Music came naturally to him but I’m a world like this, he didn’t have time for what he wanted. Times were hard an no one had money anymore. His mother left a small fortune when she died for Mr. Hermes to take care of him. But now he was eighteen and that money was running pretty dry. Not even enough to take care of the old house they lived in now.
But there was one way to fix everything. Marry Melinoe. The daughter of the two richest people in the city. Mr. Hades owned the factory that everyone worked at. His wife Persephone owned the bar everyone went to after. If he married their kid, they’d be set for life. And somehow Mr. Hermes got them to agree to the arrangement. He should be happy. This was great for them. But something gnawed in his gut.
“Now you get yourself ready boy, we’re leaving soon.” Hermes slid a box to Orpheus. The young man opening the box to peek at the diamond ring inside. “Try not to lose it.” The man left the room and Orpheus felt the feeling get worse. The fear made all the more real with the ring in hand. The box slipped in his pocket, Orpheus ran to the open window. He needed to get out. He needed to practice.
‘Who are you too propose to a girl like her?’ Voices whispered in his ear. Climbing down, Orpheus fell unceremoniously to the grass as he took off through the forest looking for something. He just wasn’t sure what yet.
Head empty, only Hermes thoughts now
Believe it or not, this was his face when he saw my trainer look at a jump pole. Not move. Look.
This… This hurt me .
Apollo: alright, how many of you have played an instrument before?
Ares: do instruments of torture count?
Apollo: no they do not.
Hermes: is mayonnaise and instrument?
Apollo: no Hermes, mayonnaise is not an instrument.
Hermes: *opens mouth*
Apollo: horseradish isn’t and instrument either.
Blood of Zeus 👁👄👁
Hermes: *tips hat 🤏🎩 * m'bastard
Recently learned about how curly hair was a symbol of beauty in Greece and now my head image of Hermes looks ✨ DIVINE ✨
Wish I could fight with my sisters the way Ares fought Hermes and Apollo
That’d be fun. Throwing each other around like rag dolls 😔 to be a powerful immortal being
Wish I could fight with my siblings the way Ares fought with Hermes and Apollo 😔