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Date: May 1, 2000
Setting: The Manor grounds
Status: Public
Summary: The new year dawns for the pagan calendar, and you know what that means...


Hermes had been gathering wood all day, depositing it in a large pile in a very clear spot on the rolling lawns. He'd gotten up very early, and had spent most of the morning making little flyers. They were on plain white paper, decorated with a box of crayola markers that he'd produced*; still, Hermes was rather a good hand at doodling (he inherited some art in his blood from Apollo), and soon flyers were posted in the most commonly frequented places of the manor. The godling made it all the more mysterious and fun by simply disappearing the flyers off to their appointed place as he finished them. So he didn't even have to leave his room.

There will be a bonfire starting
at dusk to celebrate the new year.
Please come! There will be music
and other fun things!

All the rest of the day, Hermes was outside, running around with Dog and whatever other creatures were outside, and frolicking about the grounds, laughing and generally having what grown-ups would call 'way too much fun'.

As the sun was setting, he lay on the grass to watch it, hands behind his head. Sunsets always reminded him of his brother, and thus made him a bit serious.

"Someday we'll celebrate the new year in Hawai'i," he said, speaking to Apollo, Eros and Dionysus in the manner that mortals spoke to dead or far-away loved ones. "We'll have a big luau with drums and dancing and lots of fun...someday, I promise."

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*Unlike most people who could just make things appear from thin air, Hermes literally teleported them from somewhere else. He was the god of thieves, after all.

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[chantinellie.livejournal.com]

Ellie actually blushed slightly as well, not quite sure how to answer such a straightforward yet clearly bashful proposition. Hermes was unfathomable to her, alien in his ways of thinking and his seemingly delicate ego; but there was no doubt he was beautiful, and sweet, and she thought she'd glimpsed a flash of steel in his eyes just now, when he'd believed Aziraphale was being threatened. She wondered what lay at the heart of it all, and just what he was looking for that he thought he'd found in a very-much-attached Principality.

Choosing to let actions speak for her, she pressed in closer, curling her arms up around his shoulders, and kissed him again, more liesurely and thoroughly this time; not pouring forth her full power, but allowing it to roll out slowly and curl around them both. It mingled with the heat from the bonfire and the god's own exotic aura in a hazy cloud of energy and want, insulating them (for the moment) from the rest of the small gathering as effectively as a thick shroud of cotton wool.

[diaktoros.livejournal.com]

A soft hum came from Hermes, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling into her when the kiss ended. Surprised, he looked up.

"You're very soft," he commented thoughtfully, then blushed. "I've...never been with a lady, before...I mean...not a lady with...um...with human legs..."

He felt her aura brushing all the right places, and felt a twinge of familiarity at it, a purr rising in his throat.

Safe. Ellie was Safe, and that was all his subconscious had to say about that, cementing the association firmly. Hermes hadn't had somewhere (or someone) Safe for a while; his libido hoped she was the type to take charge of things in sex.

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(Continued here (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/89153.html?thread=1477697#t1477697))