WARNING:
1) Pedophilic description of a minor
2) Sexualization of a Minor
3) Adult-Minor relationship. (While Hermês can make himself appear the same age as Lea, she's more comfortable with his 17-22 form.)
4) Implied Sexual Assault of a Minor (It doesn't happen but the desire to do so is there.)
"Hermês," came the familiar drawl of his favored brother though he could detect a layer of anger in his voice. Hermês hummed absently, sorting through the various love letters and fan mail being written to his Leaneíras to burn. "Why is your Leaneíras in my Hyperborea?"
Said god turned to glance at his brother yet his attention was captured by one of Hḗphaistos' screens. Currently, there were two ongoing quests at the moment for the demidivine. One at Camp Half-Blood in which Perseus, Annabeth, the satyr, and kyklôps were partaking to find Daidalos. The other was at Camp Jupiter where Iason, the son of Troy, and the daughter of Bellōna were utilizing the labyrinth to visit various weapon caches that the Legion had across the land (and world for the few times they ended up outside the Americas).
Though, the quest that Lea had partaken had been registered as official when Medea had her cousin check the augries since she was not at Camp Jupiter to do so.
There were a few more screens scattered around as the war picked up in speed and Father wanted eyes on all their allies. It served them well especially when they learned who betrayed them when their screens inevitably went out.
(He ignored the pointed look Aphrodítē and Apóllōn had given him a few days ago when Drew had to be dragged away from the training fields because she was brimming in anger. Ethan and Alabaster had stood around her like bodyguards and were usually the ones to convince her to do mortal things like eating and sleeping. And then they went to destroy training dummies.)
Hermês barely glanced at any of them, pausing for a moment to see Poseidón arguing with his realm's war council before his attention was captured and stolen completely by the sight of his Leaneíras.
She looked like a wet rat. Her hair was sticking to her face and there was dirt stuck to her clothes. But she was still the most beautiful mortal that he ever saw. As he looked at her companions, he spared a moment to wonder why there was a humanoid turtle walking with them holding weapons before he groaned internally. He really wondered why she consistently attracted roman demigods into her sphere. There was a reason that they sparked the argument between the Chase Family so long ago and yet—there was a roman child around his Leaneíras. Again.
He forced himself to ignore that though, taking in the sight of her being in Hyperborea.
Specifically, she was in Apóllōn's third favorite garden.
(It should be the number one favorite, but he was a bit picky about things like that.)
Well, it was a little understandable why he could hear an undertone of anger. Apóllōn didn't even let Huákinthos in that garden.
"That dirty bitch," Apóllōn suddenly snarled. "Look what she did to my peonies!"
"This is not the time to be quoting The Gay Deceivers," Hermês snorted before wincing as he saw the way that Medea stomped over the flowers. "What are you going to do?"
"Hm," his brother mused, eyes locked onto the realm. "What ever do you mean?"
As if Hermês did not know that he would make his way there.
"You still terrify Lea despite what it seems," he told him. "I fear she may be faint if she knows she is intruding on your sacred land."
Apóllōn had the audacity to tilt his head and blink in confusion. "I terrify her?"
"She will never admit it," Hermês said, "But you are a god with innumerable power that can squash her like a bug with little more than a thought." Hermês snorted, casting a glance at the elder. "And truly, Brother, do you not look in the mirror? She claims that you bear an expression as if you are contemplating murder at every second."
Not that he did not agree but at least he knew his brother and he knew that was just Apóllōn's face. The sun was both a blessing and curse to some. Apóllōn hummed before casting his glance as Artemis began to prep the moon chariot since the Hêlios and Selênê were still on their vacations. "I shall order the nymphs to help them find a place to rest for the night and then have them moved to the inner city. The quicker they leave my gardens, the better I say."
The elder god turned on his foot abruptly, one hand already calling upon a feather of Îris' wings, a streak of the rainbow appearing before him as he gave his orders.
Hermês himself threw another stack of love letters into a brazier before traveling down to the demos oneiroi to await his beloved's arrival.
Lea was so sick and tired of the Greek word. Would someone do her the favor of going back in time and keeping Sally Jackson from ever meeting Poseidón?
She and the other two had been walking around the place that looked like something straight out of the Lord of the Rings for hours before someone had the wonderful idea to get them out of those stinky clothes! Now, Lea would have thought this meant burning said clothes, showing them to the nearest shower and whatnot. Instead what Lea got was being jumped by dryads and naiads and nymphs. Literally. They came from the darkness of the underbrushes and lunged at them until they were all piling heaps on the ground.
The three of them had each cursed and shrieked as they were pulled every which way, disorientated by how fast the people were being, splashed with water and herbs and all other kinds of things to be one with nature before they sat upwards in a new clearing. The moment that Lea had seen the clothing that she had been changed into; she had shrieked long enough that it probably could have been heard from the next galaxy over. The clothing was cute, that's not something that she would deny. It showed off the long expanse of her legs, the abs of her smooth stomach, her hair was flowing down her back in wavy curls that touch the bottom of her back, some kind of clamp over her ear that resembled fish fins and she was adorned in pearls.
And no matter how much it complimented her beauty because let's be honest, Lea was gorgeous; everywhere she went, eyes followed and no one could deny her features were carved by angels...When Lea, though she supposed she greatly resemble looking like a "Leaneíras"; when Leaneíras got her hands on the one that dressed her in these clothes, she was going to wring their neck.
It didn't escape her notice that Medea was not dressed similar to her and Magnus looked as if he was trying for the lead role in the next Peter Pan movie. At least he had the sense to not stare at them. Leaneíras would have hated to blind him just because he couldn't keep his eyes to himself.
"Mi'lady," came from behind her. Leaneíras turned and then blinked when she realized that the people around them were bowing to her.
"Um..."
"Greetings, mi'lady, I am Vili, son of Boréas, brother of Vé and Óðinn, one of the three priests of his Lordship, Apóllōn, and the one of the Kings of this Blessed Realm; she Hyperborea."
"Hi?" Leaneíras frowned. She could have sworn those were the names of norse gods.
"The gods of Asgard," Magnus questioned as he stepped up beside her.
"Hm," Vili mused. "I suppose most would assume that we are gods, and people that have stumbled across our lands have called it Ásgarðr."
"Wait, did you say Apóllōn? Can I speak with him?" If only for the chance to ask if he could lend them a ride out of Hyperborea; Leaneíras was going to scream even louder than before if she had somehow transverse the nine realms. The second that she sees a rainbow bridge. It was over!
(There went her birthday plans though.)
"Certainly, mi'lady. I will put in request to inquire if he will visit in the morn."
"Do you know me?" Because he really sounded a bit too familiar with the whole mi'lady thing he had going on.
"I fear that there is no one in the world that knows not of the Twice Blessed child of the seas; beloved by the Divine Herald!"
"Oh for alien's sake, just call me Leaneíras," she grimaced. That twice blessed mess had better not caught on though she had the feeling that it did. She recalled Maia calling her that last winter.
"Of course, Lady Leaneíras," he stated, standing to his full height. Leaneíras blinked and then tilted her head back and back and back. She was sure that she had a crick in her neck just to get to his face. "Now, I believe that I shall lead you and your friends somewhere else for more comfort."
"Sure." She shrugged a little uneasily when she saw how Medea and Magnus were looking at her. It wasn't her fault; she didn't ask to be mated to a god!
"What are you wearing," Hermês spluttered the moment that she appeared before him. Her face lit in a furious blush at his question; blood rushing upwards to her cheeks which he could relate to except his ichor was rushing in the opposite direction. He was feeling a bit light headed and the only thought he tried to focus on was how painful it would be if Poseidón pierced his manhood with his trident. But sweet, sweet Gaia, was he not overcome with the need to take her where she stood. He could see it, pushing her to the ground and ripping the sheer fabric from her body exposing her to him, the sweet sounds she would make as he made love to her and coated her in his seed.
He throbbed in his pants, hands clenching around nothing as he fought against the urge to take what was rightfully his.
She was complaining of the clothing, aloof as she wont to be and yet, she did not even notice that she was in presence of a predator.
Oh, how he burned, lust rushing through his veins as he gazed upon her.
It was driving him mad and he was thankful that she did not draw closer to him as she oft did. His gaze moved over her, her amazonian figure emphasized by the cut of the fabric. Hermês had never seen such a flawless woman that was not his Mother or sisters. And sure the other goddesses were beautiful, but this... his Leaneíras... She had the type of beauty that ancient wars were fought over. He had begun to believe that such beauty only existed in fables and yet...
He shifted on his feet, his erection straining.
She was not yet of age, he had to remind himself. Poseidón would castrate him.
He would hurt her. Betray her trust. He would make an enemy out of her and he could not do that. He loved her too much.
But Leaneíras... she was... A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph's ears and pixie's nose any better. Eden-green eyes peeked from behind her languid eyelashes of velvet-black; they were like two beryl-green jewels melted onto snow. Her hair was the same color as the dark side of the moon, flowing down her back like crashing waves and teasing her skin with her elaborate gesture that she made.
Hermês thought of the piles of letters that he had burned addressed to her and rage nearly bowled him over. Όχι. Όχι. He would not allow them to take what was rightfully his. He would destroy them all thrice-over before he let them take her away from him. They did not deserve her. They were only blindsided by her impossible beauty, but he knew her like the rain knew the sky. He knew the effect that she had on others whenever she entered a room, but they did not know the way she curled into herself whenever they gaze upon her for too long. They knew not of the way that she smiled; her true genuine smile was bright enough to replace the sun and the moon.
The fabric shifted and he bit back a groan at the way his name gleamed upon her skin, glowing faintly from their close proximity. She had the waves of the sea written upon her skin. The saccharine aroma that wafted from her and clouded his mind as whatever the hyperboreioi nymphai mixed in with her natural scent. Looking at her, he could see their joint future; sweeping her off her feet and filling her up with his children over and over and until the world died away.
He stepped further away, lest he did something he regretted.
"Leaneíras," he spoke before clearing his throat as his wretched need sat heavily on his tongue. She stopped speaking mid-word, lips parted just a bit and he desperately banished the thought of plunging between them. His nails dug into fists, dripping ichor onto the black sands of the demos oneiroi. "Lea... for the love and care and respect that I hold for you... I fear that I must cut this visit short lest I do something that I will regret."
"What?"
"My darling, I look at you and I have to make a conscious effort to remind myself that you are a minor. Tis not a thought that I am proud of for you are my friend. And as much as I would love the chance to ravish you and show you the proper attention that you deserve and drive you to a point of ecstasy that even Aphrodítē would be jealous of, you are a child."
She turned a deeper shade of red and Hermês groaned, turning swiftly onto his heel and ascended back to the surface. He soared all the way to the heavens, bypassing the gatekeepers until he made his way to his home. Mártha and Geōrgios were blissfully silent as he strolled into his bedroom where his wife sat before her vanity. He yanked the brush from her hand, pulling her from her seat and swallowed her shock with his lips. Absently, he called out for Laranda, signaling her to the home.
He may not be able to take pleasure from Leaneíras, but he could bestow the love his felt for her and his wives both upon Peithō and Laranda.
WORD COUNT: 2408
Searching for Location - Location Found:
1) Percy and the Questers are currently at Triple G Ranch located somewhere in Texas
2) Lea and the Questers are currently in Hyperborea/Álfheimr/ Avalon
THINGS TO KNOW:
1) Hyperborea was a fabulous realm of eternal spring located in the far north beyond the home of Boréas. Its people were a blessed, long-lived race untouched by war, hard toil and the ravages of old age and disease. The land producing two crops of grain per year, but most of the countryside was wild and covered with beautiful forests-the "garden of Apóllōn."
2) Hyperborea was a theocracy ruled by three priests of Apóllōn. These gigantic kings, known as the Boreades, were sons of Boréas.
3) Greek legend asserts that the Boreades, who were the descendants of Boréas and the snow-nymph Khionê, founded the first theocratic monarchy on Hyperborea. This legend is found preserved in the writings of Aelian: This god [Apóllōn] has as priests the sons of Boréas [North Wind] and Khionê[Snow, three in number, brothers by birth, and six cubits in height [about 2.7 metres] (about 8ft 10in)
3A) Boréas had a lover by the name of Khionê and then turned around and named his daughter Khionê. Smh, men ain't shit.
4) Laranda: A naiad nymph, daughter of the river Almo and mother of the Lares Compitalici, guardians of the crossroads and the city of Rome. She had her tongue ripped out by Jove for telling Juno about his affair. He told Mercurius to take her to the underworld where on the way, he raped her, despite her pleading glances. In some cases, she is considered his official consort.
Comments from the Author:
1) I know y'all are probably tired of me talking about it, but y'all, I am literally almost done with MLNW. I have two more chapters to write for ARC III then I can post and move on into ARC IV and then I can work on the updates for The Sea Kids.
2) Alright, now the funny thing about this chapter, that it was originally going to start in Lea's pov. Lea, however, said that she was tired of talking so Hermês, lovingly, stepped up to the plate.
3) I was just sitting here thinking about Annabeth's khaos-mark and y'all, I made myself laugh. Annabeth already has hers and Athênê has been spitting mad about it ever since.
3A) The only reason that I haven't revealed it is because it is not relevant to the plot right now (and because Lea wouldn't care. Annabeth is Percy's friend.)
4) I don't think I explained with Medea, but poly marks has all the names on them including the person that it is on. So in the case of Apóllōn, Huákinthos, and Dáphnē... all three of their names are on one mark.
5) I know some people are reading the additional information that I add on and find, but are you all truly okay with it because sometimes I feel like I'm talking too much (Especially when I emphasize the differences in Greek and Roman myths).
6) The names used for the three Boreads are my own creation as they were not named in the myths, so I just borrowed from the Norse myths.