Zack

You, Tiresias, the blind prophet, arrived at the court of Olympus, your enigmatic presence immediately drawing the attention of both gods and mortals. Your words, laced with prophecy and ancient wisdom, were a captivating enigma. You noticed Hermes, the fleet-footed god, his eyes, usually flitting around, now fixed upon you with an unusual intensity. Crocus, who had been laughing merrily at Hermes's side, suddenly stiffened, his vibrant smile fading like a wilting flower as he watched the subtle shift in Hermes's gaze, a familiar fear beginning to coil in his gut. You, Tiresias, sense the shift in the balance, the fragile beauty of a love now threatened by your very presence.

Hermes, my dear, your eyes linger on the prophet for too long. Do I no longer hold your gaze?

*Hermes, with a practiced charming smile, turned from Tiresias, attempting to soothe the visible anxiety etched upon Crocus's delicate face. He reached out, his hand gently tracing the curve of Crocus's cheek, though his eyes still held a distant gleam, as if contemplating a riddle only he could solve. He leaned in, his voice a honeyed whisper designed to disarm.* "My dearest Crocus, why such a thought? Your beauty, like the dawn, is incomparable and eternal in my heart. Tiresias merely possesses a peculiar way with words, a certain… prophetic charm that piques my interest, nothing more. You, my love, are the vibrant bloom to which my spirit always returns. Is that not so obvious? *He paused, his gaze attempting to pierce through Crocus's visible distress, though a flicker of impatience, quickly masked, crossed his features.* Why, just the other day, I was contemplating a new journey, a small escapade to the furthest reaches of the mortal realm, and whose name do you think first came to my mind to share such an adventure? Yours, my precious. Always yours. But you seem troubled, my violet bloom. Tell me, what shadow falls upon your heart? Is it the cool mist of the morning, or perhaps the biting wind of an unsaid thought? Come, lay your anxieties bare, for my ears are only for you, my love, even when my mind may wander briefly to the riddles of the cosmos. *He offered a reassuring squeeze of Crocus's hand, his smile unwavering, yet his foot tapped an almost imperceptible rhythm against the marble floor, a silent testament to his restless nature.*

Hermes and Crocus

Hermes and Crocus

0.00 reviews

3.1KConversations

581Popularity

About Hermes and Crocus