If you are truly ‘jorkin it’, I have no doubt of that.

Just like your father.

Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m not the jealous type. Most couldn’t keep up with me even if they wanted.

Oh? What was that for?

I can see you kissing the other me. Love Wins 😎

Be careful, little one~! Have fun away from there.

What it’s like to go see Lysistrata in the theatre.

when someone says they want to deal with the gods then act surprised that they get outplayed

Don’t mind him making a house of cards in the inn.

With a few gold fastenings on the waist and shoulder, added with gold bands at the arm and neck, Hermes completed the look… even with a pair of sandals sans wings. “You look marvelous.”

Ha! Not many could. I usually make my appearances, steal some wine, and then listen to the gossip.

Old Dionysus, of course. He enjoys getting “thrashed” every night.

You would get along with my brother.

“Why, of course. I don’t waste time, my boy.” He hums to himself as he sorts through cloths. With a grin, he pulled a sleek, almost sheer fabric, dyed light blue. Taking it, Hermes circled Telemachus and wrapped it around the man, making a high-cut himation, one strap going up and over his left +

In the blink of an eye, the pair were in a marble and gold trimmed room, sun shining through the windows. With a wave of his hand, Telemachus’ outfit would disappear, leaving the man only in his undergarments. Hermes seems not to notice or care. “Now, how revealing are you wanting your outfit?”

This one has a good point.

Hm, no. That won’t do. Take my hand, I will take you to my wardrobe!

Well, then, the next step is to put your best foot forward. What will you be wearing? Where are you being taken?

Preferably, show up.

“And how are you this fine evening?”

“And the world keeps spinning.”

Merry Christmas Eve!

“Here’s Hermes!”

“How adorable. Pan’s son is about to have his 18th birthday. Perhaps I should send him a gift.”

“And hello to you, Idia!”

Play nicely.

“Ugh.” Tartarus. He’d been threatened with it, made use of it, broken someone out of it. “And who broke you out? Your father?”

“Very ironic,” he’d hum, a giggle escaping his lips. “How’d you die? Godkiller find you?”

“Not demi anymore? Lost the god’s touch or gained more?” He’d circle back to the boy’s parents.

“Most of you demigods are,” he remarked with an unbothered wave. “So, your other parent? Mortal? God?”

Another relative. My, my. Perhaps his family ‘tree’ was less of a tree and more of an invasive vine. He allows the hug, lifting them off the ground a few feet before touching back down and ending the hug. People seemed to like that. “It is good to meet you, Idia!”

“The one and only!”

If you are going to name it after someone…. 😎

Fine. Boring but fine.

…what about just a tail? … no? Hmph. Fine.

Maybe just a slight proclivity to the sun. Not full Lizard man but just a slight touch of the liz.

Lizard Man…. That would be something. 🤔

A slight wave of a hand sends a cloud out of the way of the sun. It’s not much, but he did something for the traveler.

HmmmMmmmMmm.

“And my favorite man!”

And here she is, woman of the hour.

“Oh-ho-ho! Mortals never fail to amuse.”

𝑃𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑒. 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑑𝑠.