Hermes purrs, draping his arms around Achilles’ neck and kissing him. Once. Twice. A third time.
“I thought you were trying to encourage me to leave. You’re really bad at it.”
Ughhhhh why does Hermes need to have responsibilities? Why can’t he just spend all his time talking sweet nothings and having sex with his lover in Elysium?
Achilles frowns and casts around for a way to fix this.
Suddenly he cups a hand to his ear. “Ah! Do you hear that? It sounds an awful lot like Theseus. And … by the Styx, I think he’s headed this way!”
This is, of course, a lie. Poorly executed as ever, but the effort put into its performance is laudable. Achilles spins Hermes around by the shoulders and shoos him along. “Quickly, love. He’ll be upon us soon, and begging for your blessing.”
Before Hermes moves out of reach, Achilles gives his bottom a parting slap for good measure.
Hermes laughs loud and bright at the poorly done ruse, allowing Achilles to turn him around. The laugh turns into a giggle as he’s smacked, already on his way.
“Alright, alright, I’m going. I wouldn’t be able to stand having to listen to him talk.”
His wings start flapping as he takes off, turning midair to wave at Achilles. “Bye, darling. Hebe will be by soon, I’m sure. Be ready for her to needle you for gossip while you braid her hair.”
“Farewell, clever cheetah.” Achilles does his best to keep a straight face, but it finally breaks at Hermes’ giggle. He returns Hermes’ wave with a smile and a matching laugh. It’s a relief to see Hermes off like this—to know he’ll return again soon. Their relationship has involved far too many careful good-byes, given in the shadow of danger and uncertainty.
Achilles watches Hermes until he’s out of sight, then turns to gather flowers fit to embellish a goddess’ braids.
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Suddenly he cups a hand to his ear. “Ah! Do you hear that? It sounds an awful lot like Theseus. And … by the Styx, I think he’s headed this way!”
This is, of course, a lie. Poorly executed as ever, but the effort put into its performance is laudable. Achilles spins Hermes around by the shoulders and shoos him along. “Quickly, love. He’ll be upon us soon, and begging for your blessing.”
Before Hermes moves out of reach, Achilles gives his bottom a parting slap for good measure.
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Achilles watches Hermes until he’s out of sight, then turns to gather flowers fit to embellish a goddess’ braids.