aglaia feels the presence of the other goddess, turning to look in her direction. dogs howl and the sound echoes through the fields. “hekate, out on a stroll?”
𝚊 flicker of light, a flame, dancing in the wind. torch held loosely in her left hand. orange glow cast on her surroundings. dogs announce her arrival — their howls echo through the fields.
« her. she breathes a little shallowly, licking her lips and placing her hand on her chest. “hephaestus” she says in greeting, biting on the corner of her lip. eyes trail, follow the sweat (…) olympus.
aglaia was normally a well behaved goddess. she kept her desires and thoughts to herself as best as she could. but oh there was something so very delectable about the sight before her. the lord of blacksmith noticed her presence and set the tools aside, approaching »
Hephaestus senses the weight of a gaze, shattering prior concentration. Distinguished cheeks darken, flushed by heat which pools as bashful hues dance about their surroundings until the one responsible is unconcerned. Oh. . . Previously confident motions suffer,
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It was truly like gazing at gold at times. Their hair was bright and beautiful, much like all things Hephaestus. A gentle giant seems like an understatement, he was so soft and tender, caring. She loves that about them. Who wishes to be gazed upon by them ? why she, of course. +
Short tresses akin to gold shimmer within the sun, pushed from a svelte brow to prevent their vision from further obscurity. Hephaestus is a gentle giant, pun intended. Those around them are considered first. Who wishes to be stared at while bathing? Better yet. Who wants to be +
+ “Very very silly” teases the goddess with lightness to her tone, smile easy to read within it. “It’s alright, I’m quite fond of silly gods.” The redhead squeezes the water from her hair as she gazed upon the god who is now facing her, gazing at her in turn. Let them gaze, +
+ “A walk would be wonderful, Hephaestus” she murmurs and it is then that she shifts to stand beside them. Her arm loops through theirs, hand gently gripping their bicep. “Shall we then?”
Aglaia felt perfectly content in staying here, in this very moment. Where her hand rests on a strong chest and has the god of fire gazing upon her so shyly. Hephaestus gives her a tender smile and the goddess of grace and beauty returns it instantly. They made her feel warm, +
Hephaestus enjoys the weight and warmth of a delicate palm as it lays against their chest. There is a tranquility that comes along with it, soothing the God of Fire with such ease. Ocean blues peer shyly upon Aglaia, rosy pips turning skywards into a tender smile. Their cheeks +
+ would answer in truth that it was indeed for and because of them. Hephaestus leans into her touch, shaky exhale escaping their lips. Blue eyes tracked their every movement, never once pulling away and putting any sort of distance between them. +