Herma smiled as he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his hips. "Hey, sweetheart."
"Hmm." Came the deep voiced reply.
Herma tilted his head back to look at his husband. Phobos' translucent black eyes locked on to his own teal ones and he could hear the whispers of shadows in the taller one's head. Phobos' eyes held secrets of everyday lives. People don't know just how much your nightmares see. The god of fear nuzzled Herma's blonde hair before teleporting them to the couch.
"I love you, Phobos." Herma sighed, laying on top of the larger one.
"Love you too." Phobos responded after a moment. The pale god nuzzled his boyfriend gently and purred quietly. He knew Herma loved it when he did that, and he really loved physical contact, no matter how strange it might seem.
"Herma?" Phobos asked, teleporting downstairs to see what his boyfriend was doing.
"Yes, Hun?"
"Wha?" The nightmare dissolved himself so than he could flit around the kitchen and watch Herma work without getting in the way too much.
"Hey, that tickles!" Herma laughed, trying not to mess up the scrambled eggs. He skillfully maneuvered around his boyfriend and placed the food on a plate without much trouble. "Now sit your dreamy ass down and eat."
Herma sighed to himself as his siblings argued again.
Angelia, The goddess of messages, slammed her fist down on the table top, causing Eleusis', The goddess of the Eleusinian Mysteries, book to fall over.
"Um. Can we not?" The Oreiades that had joined them said in unison. The mountain nymphs were clearly getting tired of all the commotion.
Agreus, one of the two goat-footed Panes rolled his eyes while his brother, Nomios, munched on another soda can.
A shriek of annoyance ripped through the room as Priapos, the god of garden fertility smashed one of the Oreiades over the head with a mallet. Apparently she had made fun of his tulips and that was the last (and first) straw.
"Hey, kiddo, are you gonna be alright?" Palaistra, the goddess of wrestling, asked Herma, putting a strong hand on his slender shoulder. But before he could answer...
Lykos, one of the three messengers of Dionysus along with his brothers Pronomos and Pherespondos, screamed at Pan, the goat-footed god of shepherds, before hurtling a magic stapler at his face. Pan ducked and everyone in the room froze as it hit Athonen smack in the middle of his face.
"H-Hi Uncle Athonen." Pronomos said meekly, hiding behind Palaistra.
"And this is why I don't have kids." The blonde sighed. "Anyways …"
