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henry ✘ twenty-four years ✘ male ✘ venomous bite ✘ hetero ✘ single; likes rose ✘ tags: rose
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-Hydra glanced back over at Rose once she gave him the okay to strip and transform, just to make sure she was looking away. Once that he saw she was, he back to undress, still blushing the whole time. Thankfully, in his hydra form he couldn't blush. Human bodies were so... weird and... expressive, but hey, it was a pretty nice body he had acquired for blending in with the mortal world.
Hydra tossed his clothes into a pile, now standing completely nude. He didn't dare look back at Rose just because of how deep his blush already was. Instead, he slowly stepped into the cold, murky waters of Lerna, only going in knees-deep before letting himself transform.
Contrary to popular belief, it was actually kind of painful to transform back and forth. I mean, after all, he was going from a six-foot-something body to a hundreds, if not thousands feet high body with fucking seven heads. Transformation wasn't a pretty site, and it wasn't necessarily enjoyable. However, it was usually pretty quick, and within a few strains, Hydra was back to being a ginormous, seven-headed monster of the lake. How wonderful. Now came the really tricky part. Telling Rose that she could see him now. Oh Gods, give him strength.
"Um, alright, you can turn around now," he told Rose, using only one of his heads to speak at a time so it wouldn't be as overwhelming. It was kind of weird being able to control so many heads again. Most people seemed to believe that one hydra consisted of many minds, but that wasn't true. A hydra was of one mind and one body. It was just Hydra doing all the work.
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twenty-five years ✘ male ✘ controls fear, anxiety & earth ✘ hetero ✘ married; loves persephone ✘ tags: cerberus, zeus
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-Hades was glad to finally be away from is ridiculous, idiotic brother. It was often exhausting to be around such an odious presence such as Zeus. Thankfully, Poseidon did not receive such genes from their father. Zeus was blessed with the looks, he the brains, and Poseidon the patience. Or, at least, that's how it sometimes appeared to be. Lately Poseidon didn't put up with as much as he used to when it came to Zeus. Perhaps Hades received more patience than he had thought.
He was quickly assured of that thought when Cerberus began to speak. A few minutes more of silence and Hades would have had to assume that his guard was dead. Cerberus asked if they were going home yet, clearly growing impatient of the mortal world, as was Hades. He also knew that Cerberus was a pretty large fan of Persephone who awaited their arrival back in the Underworld. Of course, Cerberus's love for Persephone was no surprise. Persephone was loved by all, but, naturally, Hades's love for her was unlike anyone else's. She was his treasured wife, and he too was eager to return to her. However, how Persephone ever dealt with Cerberus in such a calm manner was beyond him. Perhaps she was a true being of patience.
"We're going to Hermes right now, Cerberus," Hades sighed, the mail room appearing in Hades's sights as well Icarus. "On second thought, Cerberus, perhaps we should wait until Hermes isn't as... occupied."
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twenty-three years ✘ male ✘ teleportation ✘ pan ✘ single ✘ tags: ares
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-Hermes was back to doing his usual of taking care of all the mail once he had transported Hydra and Rose to their desired location. Awhile had passed and he actually began to believe that he was going to get some godsdamn peace and quiet, but that was until he heard footsteps approaching. Godsdamnit!
When Hermes looked up to see who it was though, he was no longer as irritated. Quite the contrary, he was pleased when he saw none other than Icarus approaching him. A smile overcame his features of irritation, and he readied himself for his usual greeting of his friend, and yes, he actually considers this man to be his friend, Icarus.
Icarus approached his booth, asking if he had received a package, which indeed, he had, but Hermes was too focused on something else at the moment. Slowly, he opened his mouth and began to sing he song dedicated to his friend by a band that lived in the mortal world. "Icarus is flying to close to the sun
And Icarus's life, it has only just begun
And this is how it feels to take a fall
Icarus is flying towards an early grave!"
Hermes smiled smugly once he had finished the chorus, crossing his arms on the booth as he leaned on it towards Icarus. "How was that fall, Icarus? I mean, obviously you aren't dead. How did you manage that?" Hermes continued to tease, knowing good and well that Icarus was a good sport and didn't take his jokes to heart.
