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neutral_omensDate: April 19, 2000 wee hours
Setting: Hermes' (NEW!) rooms
Status: Private (Hermes)
Summary: Gratuitous bath scene; using Hermes settling in as a character study.
The room was plain, but that would change, Hermes knew, with him living there. After exploring (and adoring the bathroom), he stepped back into the bedroom to undress. He set his clothes on the floor, as they were far too dirty to be on the nice sheets or in the drawers. Excited about his shower, he practically ran into the bathroom, moaning orgasmically as the water cascaded over him. It didn't matter that it was icy--one of the few divine powers Hermes had was not being easily damaged.
It took a great deal of scrubbing, but he finally got his feet clean; they were still calloused, but he preferred it that way, as he hated shoes of any kind--even his trademark sandals. After washing his hair, he turned off the shower and stepped out, drawing the bath with scalding water.
The bath gave him time to think, and as he watched his curls float about in the water, he allowed himself to wonder who Aziraphale was, and why clearing one's throat pointedly was supposed to be significant, and why Loki looked so terribly ill. Very ill. Hermes wondered what was ailing him, which led him to thinking about his brother, Apollo. Apollo would know in a moment what was wrong with Loki, and be able to make him better...Hermes turned gloomy again, his lips falling into a pout of upset.
If it were the bygone days, Apollo could.
It was, however, not, and as such, Hermes began to do something he rarely, if ever, did: worry. He worried for Loki, which made him worry about himself and his family, which made him worry about this GWSTNBRSI* called Aziraphale....
Maybe a bath wasn't such a good idea right now; Hermes got up and unstopped the drain, drying himself and the floor off before he found his way to the bed, snuggling under the cold covers. Wishing he had a plush animal to sleep with, Hermes closed his eyes and cried himself to sleep. They were not tears of any particular emotion, but tears, rather, of overwhelmed emotion. The night had been exhausting, mentally and otherwise, and when Morpheus** finally caught him, it was welcome indeed.
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*Pronounced 'GWIS-tin-BRIS-see'. Stands for: God Who Says They're Not But Really Sort of Is. Hermes refused to call them angels OR demons, as both words meant messenger and as far as he could figure out there was only one messenger in the whole lot of them.
**He was calling himself 'Dream' these days, but Hermes wasn't aware of that.
Setting: Hermes' (NEW!) rooms
Status: Private (Hermes)
Summary: Gratuitous bath scene; using Hermes settling in as a character study.
The room was plain, but that would change, Hermes knew, with him living there. After exploring (and adoring the bathroom), he stepped back into the bedroom to undress. He set his clothes on the floor, as they were far too dirty to be on the nice sheets or in the drawers. Excited about his shower, he practically ran into the bathroom, moaning orgasmically as the water cascaded over him. It didn't matter that it was icy--one of the few divine powers Hermes had was not being easily damaged.
It took a great deal of scrubbing, but he finally got his feet clean; they were still calloused, but he preferred it that way, as he hated shoes of any kind--even his trademark sandals. After washing his hair, he turned off the shower and stepped out, drawing the bath with scalding water.
The bath gave him time to think, and as he watched his curls float about in the water, he allowed himself to wonder who Aziraphale was, and why clearing one's throat pointedly was supposed to be significant, and why Loki looked so terribly ill. Very ill. Hermes wondered what was ailing him, which led him to thinking about his brother, Apollo. Apollo would know in a moment what was wrong with Loki, and be able to make him better...Hermes turned gloomy again, his lips falling into a pout of upset.
If it were the bygone days, Apollo could.
It was, however, not, and as such, Hermes began to do something he rarely, if ever, did: worry. He worried for Loki, which made him worry about himself and his family, which made him worry about this GWSTNBRSI* called Aziraphale....
Maybe a bath wasn't such a good idea right now; Hermes got up and unstopped the drain, drying himself and the floor off before he found his way to the bed, snuggling under the cold covers. Wishing he had a plush animal to sleep with, Hermes closed his eyes and cried himself to sleep. They were not tears of any particular emotion, but tears, rather, of overwhelmed emotion. The night had been exhausting, mentally and otherwise, and when Morpheus** finally caught him, it was welcome indeed.
_________
*Pronounced 'GWIS-tin-BRIS-see'. Stands for: God Who Says They're Not But Really Sort of Is. Hermes refused to call them angels OR demons, as both words meant messenger and as far as he could figure out there was only one messenger in the whole lot of them.
**He was calling himself 'Dream' these days, but Hermes wasn't aware of that.
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Date: 2006-05-05 07:08 am (UTC)It had a little tag around its neck.
To Hermes
From Adam
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Date: 2006-05-20 02:29 am (UTC)(don't know if you're familiar with Sandman-verse but that was a very ironic statement)