"Well I suppose I might forgive you this once." A hand rises to pat the golden cheekbones. "But only this once."
Eyes squint playfully. "Are you free right now, dear Pothos?"
Pothos lightly clears his throat as golden hues dust his cheekbones.
“I live to stoke curiosity in others,” he teases with a sly smile.
Both hands quickly go up in surrender. “I do not mean to put you at risk. Merely a joke, as the sight of you there amuses me.”
“Is there something I might be able to help you with?”
He exhales, blowing the feather into the air before catching it. “The god king is out at the moment.”
“A curious answer, son of Zephyrus. As its lead you to me.”
Grin ever present as he returns the slight bow with waggle of his finger. A soft disagreeing hum leaves him.
“Here I thought you liked me and yet you jest over something that could cost me my life. Or worse.”
“Nay,” Pothos replies amusedly. “I merely go wherever my heart wants.”
He places his hand over his chest, palm flat, with a slight bow at the waist.
“Am I interrupting your secret attempt to usurp the king for the throne?”
“Nonsense, everyone dances. Whether they do well, well that’s another conversation for another day.”
The hand that rested upon Oizys’ waist moves to take their hand whilst the male takes a step back. Leading the goddess to do a small spin, facing them in his direction.
“See. You’re without music and already move so well.”
He teases lightly, an almost speculative tone hugging his next words.
“If you worry for the reaction you might garner from my home. We could always intrude on a mortal festival taking place.
How about that, oh misery.
Seeing as they hadn’t moved from kairos , the son of Zeus further relaxes in his position.
His breath tickles the neck of misery as he exhaled. “There is no question, my lady. I intend to steal you away for a drink.
Maybe even a dance if I ply you with enough nectar.”
“Hm?”
Gaze flits to the new comer and he grins. “Im only keeping it warm before my king father returns.”
In a smooth and fluid action, he’s up from the seat and walking toward the winged male. “Were you coming to petition him for something?”