In the Lap of a God
Author: tari_sue
Title: In the Lap of a God
Rating: pg
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Morgana
Summary: In which Apollo absolutely does not fancy his manservant messenger
Warnings: none
Word Count: 303
Prompt: Perfectly Imperfect
Author's Notes: I blame this on Clea, all of it, it is entirely her fault
“Hermes! Hermes!” Apollo looked around trying to see his lazy messenger.
“He’s not here,” Artemis, said from the doorway as she propped her bow up against the wall. “He’s on an errand for father.” She kicked her shoes off and went over to help herself to Apollo’s drink.
“He is the most lazy, incompetent messenger I have ever come across.” Apollo dropped gracefully into a chair and scowled.
“That’s why you keep him around? I think maybe you just like watching his backside when he leaves.” She tossed her long black hair over her shoulder and smirked at him
“Shut up.”
“You called?” Hermes came through the door and promptly tripped over Artemis’s shoes and landed in Apollo’s lap.
“Idiot,” Apollo said with his arms suddenly full of messenger boy.
“Clotpole,” Hermes shot back, apparently not in too much of a hurry to right himself.
“I need you to take this note to Athene.” Apollo held out the message.
Hermes looked at the note like it might bite him and climbed off Apollo, the same tight look on his face he always wore when Apollo mentioned the pretty curly-haired goddess of wisdom.
“What is that look for? I thought Athene was your friend?”
“Of course she is. Give me the letter, Dollophead.”
“Hermes, you really can’t talk to me like that!”
Hermes stuck his tongue out and disappeared out the door. Apollo definitely did not admire Hermes’s toned little bottom or shapely long legs as he he left the room.
“Honestly, when are you two going to stop this farce? You are fooling nobody.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Brother dear, you are using my girlfriend to make him jealous.”
Apollo sighed. “He’s just so… imperfect.”
Artemis muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “Perfectly Imperfect, more like.”
Title: In the Lap of a God
Rating: pg
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Morgana
Summary: In which Apollo absolutely does not fancy his manservant messenger
Warnings: none
Word Count: 303
Prompt: Perfectly Imperfect
Author's Notes: I blame this on Clea, all of it, it is entirely her fault
“Hermes! Hermes!” Apollo looked around trying to see his lazy messenger.
“He’s not here,” Artemis, said from the doorway as she propped her bow up against the wall. “He’s on an errand for father.” She kicked her shoes off and went over to help herself to Apollo’s drink.
“He is the most lazy, incompetent messenger I have ever come across.” Apollo dropped gracefully into a chair and scowled.
“That’s why you keep him around? I think maybe you just like watching his backside when he leaves.” She tossed her long black hair over her shoulder and smirked at him
“Shut up.”
“You called?” Hermes came through the door and promptly tripped over Artemis’s shoes and landed in Apollo’s lap.
“Idiot,” Apollo said with his arms suddenly full of messenger boy.
“Clotpole,” Hermes shot back, apparently not in too much of a hurry to right himself.
“I need you to take this note to Athene.” Apollo held out the message.
Hermes looked at the note like it might bite him and climbed off Apollo, the same tight look on his face he always wore when Apollo mentioned the pretty curly-haired goddess of wisdom.
“What is that look for? I thought Athene was your friend?”
“Of course she is. Give me the letter, Dollophead.”
“Hermes, you really can’t talk to me like that!”
Hermes stuck his tongue out and disappeared out the door. Apollo definitely did not admire Hermes’s toned little bottom or shapely long legs as he he left the room.
“Honestly, when are you two going to stop this farce? You are fooling nobody.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Brother dear, you are using my girlfriend to make him jealous.”
Apollo sighed. “He’s just so… imperfect.”
Artemis muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “Perfectly Imperfect, more like.”