Hermes looked down at earth from atop Mount Olympus, watching the
goddess of the harvest and her newly recovered daughter as they revived the
barren ground. Flowers sprouted and bloomed at an impressive rate. Hermes
wondered if Demeter would grow him a protective wall of thorns. Zeus-proof
ones, specifically.
Sunlight beamed down upon the pair, warming the meadows with its gentle rays. Some of Persephone's friends skipped in, the rest following soon after. They had to jump over some of the flowers, who had rooted themselves to the ground in the wrong places, happy oblivious to their pathway obstruction. Frolicking ensued.
Hermes wondered if Zeus would mind if he retched on his sandals. It probably wasn't worth a try.
The messenger brightened considerably as Hades emerged from the Underworld and wrested Persephone away from Demeter by one delicate arm. This is better than TV!
Demeter grabbed her daughter back and spat at Hades, "Freak."
Persephone squealed and pulled away from them both. "You're MESSING UP MY HAIR!"
Hermes sniggered a little, happy to be watching from a distance with his feet... his ankles, up. He glanced at Zeus, wondering how long it'd take before the arch-god would intervene. Not before he'd finished re-coifing his blond wig, Hermes surmised. After all, who'd take the decrees of a balding god seriously?
Demeter and Hades stared at Persephone for a moment. Then, looking a bit anxious, Demeter pulled Hades aside.
"Hey... we don't look like lesbian lovers, do we?"
Hades looked confuzzled. "Er. Not that I noticed."
Demeter breathed a sigh of relief. "Good," she beamed. "Freak."
They both went back to yanking Persephone back and forth, who smoothed her hair down worriedly whenever she had a hand free.
Hermes hopped up and started heading over to the sacred fires of Mount Olympus. "Popcorn, Zeus?" he inquired politely of his father. Then he noticed Zeus wasn't there. "Aww, damn," Hermes pouted, looking down to the Earth. "You do know your wig is on sideways, right?"
Sunlight beamed down upon the pair, warming the meadows with its gentle rays. Some of Persephone's friends skipped in, the rest following soon after. They had to jump over some of the flowers, who had rooted themselves to the ground in the wrong places, happy oblivious to their pathway obstruction. Frolicking ensued.
Hermes wondered if Zeus would mind if he retched on his sandals. It probably wasn't worth a try.
The messenger brightened considerably as Hades emerged from the Underworld and wrested Persephone away from Demeter by one delicate arm. This is better than TV!
Demeter grabbed her daughter back and spat at Hades, "Freak."
Persephone squealed and pulled away from them both. "You're MESSING UP MY HAIR!"
Hermes sniggered a little, happy to be watching from a distance with his feet... his ankles, up. He glanced at Zeus, wondering how long it'd take before the arch-god would intervene. Not before he'd finished re-coifing his blond wig, Hermes surmised. After all, who'd take the decrees of a balding god seriously?
Demeter and Hades stared at Persephone for a moment. Then, looking a bit anxious, Demeter pulled Hades aside.
"Hey... we don't look like lesbian lovers, do we?"
Hades looked confuzzled. "Er. Not that I noticed."
Demeter breathed a sigh of relief. "Good," she beamed. "Freak."
They both went back to yanking Persephone back and forth, who smoothed her hair down worriedly whenever she had a hand free.
Hermes hopped up and started heading over to the sacred fires of Mount Olympus. "Popcorn, Zeus?" he inquired politely of his father. Then he noticed Zeus wasn't there. "Aww, damn," Hermes pouted, looking down to the Earth. "You do know your wig is on sideways, right?"