Idle Thoughts & Warm Breezes

[HEPHAESTUS]

Peace is not something you wish for; It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.”

A soft and gentle breeze drifted lazily through the gardens that called Mount Olympus home. Their many flowery and bitter scents mingling with one another along with the crisp scent of earth created such a wondrous scent in the air. Leaves rustled in the breeze along with the soft thudding of a cane on one of the many stone paths in the garden. A leanly built figure could be seen, idly limping through the many plants, occasionally stopping to smell an exotic scent or usual that had caught his attention. He admired the beauty of the plants and even slightly felt jealous that a plant could have better looks than himself. But looks aren’t everything, are they not?

Many are probably wondering by now what was the God of Fire and the Smith doing in a garden? It wasn’t the most likely scenery one to guess to find him in, but today had found its self carrying out a lazy tune that left Hephaestus slightly bored in his forge as he tinkered with a few items that needed mending and even a new item of Jewelry to suit his wife’s ever growing love of parceling items that could almost compete with her beauty. He left the fiery heat of the forge to relax and stop to smell the flowers and even if luck might grant it converse with another, but so far nary a soul had been spotted as he wandered earlier, limping purposely around Olympus before finding himself in the gardens.

Mind lazing through thoughts left Hephaestus to ponder ideas that had never really had time to cross his mind before. What was the weather like down amongst the mortals? Were the infamous mortal smith workers remembering to give their thanks to him or even to the sorrowful one of, ‘what was his wife doing at this moment.’ He quickly pushed that one away, remembering he had promised her a freedom to do as she pleased, even if it broke his heart to say that she was sometimes shallow enough not to love an ugly immortal who created beautiful things for her. He loved her in a way, and to him that was that should matter and that of he was keeping his end of the promise to Zeus.
With a hearty sigh, he hobbled over to a beautifully carved marble bench and sat his frame upon it, relaxing and clearing his mind of even the idle thoughts. He sat gazing around him, taking in the sights of the flowers, basking in the breeze and enjoying the moment in time,

Tag:open
Stats: complete
Length 404 words
Muse: Flogging Molly- If I ever

[Psyche]

(Hope you don't mind me joining.)

Psyche walked gracefully through to the gardens as she slowly pushed her long golden locks out of her blue electric eyes as she soon caught sight of Hephaestus, What was he doing here alone? Did he need company? She didn't move quickly as she pushed her hair over one shoulder and looked around to see if there was any other person hiding but from what she could see it was just him and her. Smoothing her white toga over her smooth, toned body before nibbling on her lip as she ambled over to him, with a soft smile on her peach lips.

She coughed once, hoping to attract his attention, "Hello," She whispered, they had never met before but of course, she had heard of him, he was Aphrodite's husband, they were both gorgeous. She rubbed her hands together as she then moved towards the marble seat, "Is this seat taken?" She asked with a slow, velvet voice dripped off her tongue as her eyes glistening with excitement as she then lowered herself down with a swift move, she was beside him.

She wondered wether the other Gods looked down on her because she had once been a mortal, it made her feel uncomfortable, since she had once stole worshipers from Venus. She wanted to know how they all felt about her, of course, no one wanted to be hated — she would do anything to sort bad feelings out. "It's a beautiful day," Psyche commented as the sun streamed down and bounced of her skin, touching her hair and causing it to shimmer, with the cool breeze making it cascade down her back and swirl around her slightly.

Many of the Gods and Goddess were normally toying about with the mortal world, "Im Psyche," She added with a small smile to him, maybe he didn't know who she was since she was only a minor Goddess, not alot of people probably knew who she was. She smiled softly, letting her breath whip around from her lips that were not twisted into a small smile, pleasantly as she folded her leg over another at the knee, gently and ladylike with her posture perfect.

[HEPHAESTUS]

{ooc:not at all }

Basking in the afternoon sunlight, his thoughts were broken by the soft sound of a feminine cough that turned his head out of reflex toward the sound. His gaze of brown hued pupils was met with the sight of the goddess Psyche, wife of Eros. “Not at all,” he replied with a friendly and welcoming expression to her inquiry on whether the seat be taken or was free to be took.

He had heard much about this young woman, the majority being things from Aphrodite about how the little snot had stolen her followers with her looks that supposed challenged her own. He had merely offered words of comfort saying it wasn’t true and gave reasons why they mortals began to worship Psyche. They might be loosing their right of mind. Perhaps they are confused or being threatened if they don’t. No matter what he tried to tell Aphrodite to convince her it might have been a misunderstanding of sorts and to forgive young, Psyche, he always ended up being scolded like a child for choosing another’s side of defense instead of his own wife’s. He never could really quite understand the dislike of her own daughter-in-law.

Psyche’s crisp yet warm voice made him nod in agreement, it truly was a beautiful day. The weather seemed perfect not to cold nor to hot, perfectly in between with simply glorious breeze to allow the scents of the flowers to be carried out amongst Olympus. ‘What a sight his must be’ he thought to himself, the old ugly smith worked sitting on a bench in the garden next to a very young, very attractive Goddess. Shifting slightly on the marble bench, he refocused on the Goddess as she introduced herself to him. “Tis a pleasure to finally meet you, Psyche” he responded with a ever so friendly smile that danced on his lips and bland featured façade. “And my common calling would be Hephaestus” he mused humorously, knowing that more than likely she knew who he was by the means of knowing his wife.


Tag: open, Psyche
Stats: complete
Length 342 words
Muse: National Holiday-Hello

[Psyche]

Psyche smile as she soon took up the seat beside him and looked around the wonderful gardens that were blooming with very many exotic flowers, "It's wonderful to meet you Hephaestus, of course, who hasn't heard of you," She smiled softly with her own humorous tone before shifting herself on the seat and smiling to him, as she played with the ends of her golden hair before keeping her eyes on him, since he was one of the Gods who was very handsome with wonderful brown eyes. Before placing her hands either side of her to support her own weight as she swayed forwards and backwards as she then hummed happily to herself, before she tried to think of something else to say.

Sitting idly and twirling her hair through her long, slim fingers she then licked her lips before the breeze hit her face causing a cooling sensation to send a tingling feeling down her spine. The wind blowed slowly, it was a slow and peaceful breeze as only the soft whooshing of the clouds flying above her could be heard above the small rustle of leaves that were near the water fountain. It was soon to be the end of a lazy day but with spring approaching it would have got darker for another few hours so she still had some reading time yet before she should either find Eros or go to her chamber to make sure he knew that she was ok and that she could soon have her way with him. She smirked before she tried to pull a straight face, her eyes flickering over Hephaestus.

[HEPHAESTUS]

Hephaestus’s friendly smile worked its way into a grin at her complement. It was true that many knew his name due to his popularity in the forge and as he had heard, his nature of being friendly and kind to all gave him a reputation he was proud of. He had always taken a reputation of being the God mostly everyone liked or tolerated in a few cases. His personality of being one to make another’s problems his own, though useful and comforting to the friend it may be, it was tiresome.

He sighed softly, letting his gaze flick to a brightly colored flower than back to the Goddess beside him as the breeze picked up ever so slightly, toying with his hair and the leaves around him. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the fragrance in the air about him. How it this smell was pleasant change from that of the acidic scent of fire and ash along with the metallic that came along with metals. It cleansed his senses to be able to smell scents that were sweet and luscious and even to be able to see the flowers that gave birth to the scents.
Another pleasant breeze played with the leaves and petals, creating a soft lulled rustle of the shrubberies and other plants that blended with that of the fountain, creating a harmonious tune that filled the air.
The flickering of sunlight caused bits of shadows to dance across the cobbled paths in the garden and the two immortals that sat on the stone bench.

“I trust that Eros is treating you well” he asked, finding a subtle topic to converse on that wasn’t completely out of place for him to be asking. Eros was his wife’s son and a character with a load of personality. He had many an interesting conversation with the young cheery and charming fellow.

Tag: open, Psyche
Stats: complete
Length 311 words
Muse: Postal Service