A rare moment (Artemis)
It was a rare moment for Hermes. There was no work to be done, no one ot bother, no pranks to be pulled. Frankly he wasn't in the mood, which was unusual.
Instead of being the hyperactive seducer he normally was, he found himself alone, on his stomach,, chin on his folded arms watching the mortals below. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to go find any company yet he was almost.. lonely. Hermes was never lonely. he didn't need anyone.
Beign alone with his thoughts put Hermes in a state of seriousness. very rare in deed. His brow furrowed with thought as he reflected on his actions as of late. Somthing he rarely ever did, let alone feel anything about them.
There was Nike, the sensual, tender godess of victory which he had won as his lover, whom he'd not seen or heard from in what seemed like ages. He foudn himself thining about her and her arms around him... he didn't miss her... he couldnt'. he didn't miss anyone. he didn't need anyone. Then there was PErsephone, mearly a guilty forbidden pleasure, whos temptation was far too good to pass up. She had not called on him recently and he doubted that she would. That almost... hurt... and Hermes never gave his heart to anyone to hurt. so that couldn't be it... right?
He gave a sight and thought more. Dionysus and his mortal llover, Iris and Apollo... Why IRIS? what was so good about her. why was it all the rejects had someone but he, Hermes did not? And why did he care?
he began to wonder. Had his strive for control and ego driven him to become the USED insted of the USER?