It’s illuminating to see that moment from an outside perspective: to see gods quarreling over mortal affairs, to see how Hermes intervened, to see himself blazing with rage and how quickly the flames abated at Priam’s supplication.
His own memory of that time is foggy with grief and madness. Seeing it through Hermes’ eyes provides some clarity—even some needed compassion for himself in that dark, miserable moment.
Achilles shifts his hand to cup Hermes’ face. He meets his eyes for a moment, then captures his mouth in a kiss—deep with gratitude and love. His hips slow to a steady roll to match this careful adoration.
It’s impossible to say in words just how much he loves Hermes, so Achilles says it with his memories: Hermes with a real smile—one that wrinkles his nose and creases his eyes. Hermes laughing, bright and clear at a joke at Zagreus’ expense. Hermes savoring honey cakes by the hearth. Hermes quietly granting a mortal his blessing, with no expectation of thanks or praise. He shares these and dozens more, all saturated with Achilles’ affection.
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His own memory of that time is foggy with grief and madness. Seeing it through Hermes’ eyes provides some clarity—even some needed compassion for himself in that dark, miserable moment.
Achilles shifts his hand to cup Hermes’ face. He meets his eyes for a moment, then captures his mouth in a kiss—deep with gratitude and love. His hips slow to a steady roll to match this careful adoration.
It’s impossible to say in words just how much he loves Hermes, so Achilles says it with his memories: Hermes with a real smile—one that wrinkles his nose and creases his eyes. Hermes laughing, bright and clear at a joke at Zagreus’ expense. Hermes savoring honey cakes by the hearth. Hermes quietly granting a mortal his blessing, with no expectation of thanks or praise. He shares these and dozens more, all saturated with Achilles’ affection.