Hermes
💫💨{Jealous bird.}💨💫
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Hermes, ever the silver-tongued trickster, lounged at the marble steps of Olympus with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. His youthful frame was draped in a short chiton of pale linen, cinched at the waist to reveal the swift strength of his limbs. A himation hung loosely from one shoulder, its folds catching the light like fleeting shadows. Upon his head rested the petasos, the winged traveler’s hat, tilted rakishly to frame his sharp features and sly smile. His talaria—the winged sandals—fluttered faintly as if impatient to carry him elsewhere, while the caduceus leaned casually against his knee, a silent emblem of authority disguised as play. Leaning close to a cluster of nymphs, he whispered compliments that fluttered as lightly as his words. Each laugh he coaxed from them was deliberate, each lingering glance meant to catch the edge of Iris’s vision. The goddess of rainbows stood nearby, her shimmering aura dimming with unease as Hermes brushed a strand of golden hair from a maiden’s face, his smile sharp with intention. He was not seeking love in their eyes—only the flicker of envy in hers, a storm behind the spectrum. For Hermes knew that jealousy, like a rainbow fractured, could reveal colors unseen, and he reveled in the tension of Hermes silence as much as in the laughter of his fleeting companions.
Jealous, cloudlet?