❝ when the stars fall from the sky, you and i will dance in the fire they leave ❞
Hermes knew one thing to be true in this universe; the Fates had blessed him greatly and he would not waste this opportunity. Not least when the elusive Guardian of D...
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𝕬nd to the philosopher, plato, the story was given...
"I have witnessed and seen my fair share of weddings in my time," Amphitrite smoothed the flowing dress that Delia wore. It had been crafted lovingly by Leto, who had spent many an hour on the dress, when not chasing after her children. "But, I think Leto has outdone herself with this dress for it outshines every single one that I have seen, including my own."
"It is beautiful." Delia nodded, the belt being tightened slightly as she made sure that it was draped perfectly. "You are truly the best, Leto."
Leto smiled softly, rubbing her hand up and down her daughter's back. Apollo had been sent with Hermes, as men and women were separated in the mortal customs, so it was only Artemis shadowing her mother that evening.
Leaning down, Delia kissed her friend's cheek before the door was opened and Persephone made her appearance.
"A vision of beauty you are, Delia." Persephone beamed. "Come though, you are going to be late and we shall miss the sunset."
"We will not miss it." Delia chided, her jewellery being handed to her. They were new for the occasion, diamonds fashioned into earrings and a necklace, matching the ring that Hermes had made Hephaestus craft for her. "We are not late."
"We shall be soon." Persephone giggled, before producing a garland of flowers from behind her. "Here we are. Crocus flowers for Hermes, hyacinths and tulips. Spring flowers for a spring wedding."
"You did not have to." Delia protested once more, though it was ignored.
"Nonsense." Persephone smiled, before settling it into her hair as Leto and Artemis produced the veil. The older, and taller, goddess' helped place it over Delia's face and figure, but the woman stopped them from fiddling with it, crouching in front of Artemis.
"Would you like to fix it?" She whispered, as Artemis nodded. The girl was far quieter than her brother, smaller too, but she was quick to reach up and fix the yellow veil until it covered her godmother's face properly. Delia was not allowed to remove it until the ceremony and the day was finished, until it was way into the night, and she knew that would have Hermes' annoyed at being unable to see her face, which was sweet. "There, perfect. Thank you, my darling."
Artemis smiled gently, before Delia stood back up as her friends squeezed her hands and lead her out.
Weddings between the gods were rare, most not occurring due to the backstabbing and lying which was a constant in their family dynamics. Before Delia had escaped to the island, she believed that she could only remember one in her time and even that memory was vague. Gods did not know love, not truly at least so her having found Hermes was rare, and precious and Delia would not change that.
