Hermes: all out of spunk (open)
Hermes retreated to a socluded place in the gardens. HE was empty, yet ful of hate and anger. As he sat in his rage he realized somthing. He truley was a fool.
Made a fool by Dionysus, he betrayed the only goddess who cared about him, and all in an attempt to make dionysus miserable, he simply broke a mortals heart, and cast dionysus into the arms of Hera. Hera, a desireable goddess, who also had made a fool of him. He could not have revenge on the innocent human now as Athena was protecting her and would call artemis his only true love into play if he dared near her.
And even after all that he managed to be threatened with being cast down from mount olympus. A welcomed sentance at this moment.
The cunning trickster found himself the booby of all jokes. He couldn't win and he couldn't trick himself out of this.
Hermes sat silent and alone. For once the sting of emotional pain penitrating his jokster heart. Nomore laughter or games were left in him. He had no arms to retreat two. He had no words to console himself for once.
He lay apon the ground, with no desire for trick, not gamble, nor revenge. He had no desire to even be noticed anymore.
The revenge game was for the big kids... he was mearly a child... even he couldn't keep up.