The euphoric feeling of bits and pieces of Himself slotting into their proper places was almost like a drug.
He felt whole for the first time in a long time.
He felt right for the first time in a long time.
It was like a wave of energy flowed through his being, rejuvenating and existing.
He didn't feel sick.
He felt powerful.
He felt alive.
Ichor thrummed through him, and for the first time in ages, he felt real.
He was absolutely itching to shed this guise and become himself, but he couldn't do that yet.
He opened his eyes, blinking for a long moment.
Everything even looked brighter.
Apollo was positively beaming.
Hermes went to speak, but suddenly he felt an almost tug.
He was being recalled to Olympus.
His stomach dropped to his feet.
He didn't want to leave.
He took a step towards Apollo and hugged him.
He didn't want to leave.
“I'm being called back. I have to go.”
Apollo's arms snapped around him, hugging back just as tight. “Oh.”
Hermes hastily pulled away after a moment. Caduceus in hand, full size.
“I love you,” Hermes said quickly, eyes flickering around.
“I love you too,” Apollo's voice was solemn, but understanding. “Tell Artemis I love her, will you?”
“I will. I promise. Thank you,” The pulling feeling got harsher, more impatient. “This is worth like, 10 favors.”
Apollo smiled a bit. “Love you.” He looked away, and Hermes focused .
And He burst forth.
His essence whisked itself away to Olympus. He appeared in the center of the room.
Eyes flitting across the mostly empty thrones.
Artemis sat upon her throne, staring at him intently.
Apollo's throne was missing. Simply gone.
Hestia's throne sat its old spot between Demeter and Athena.
He had never seen the throne room without it.
“Hermes.” Zeus's voice booked through the room, Hermes took a long breath, sterling himself and he walked towards his father, kneeling at the base of the throne, forcing his fear back, he waited until he was told to rise.
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Swirling Colors
FanfictionA series of one shots following the concept of "What if Hermes was captured by the triumvirate?" 1: Blank Walls - Locked away, alone and without ambrosia and nectar, with mortals-turned-godlike poking through his essence as if he were a toy, is Herm...
