Idle times

[winged_ardour]

They were in the mortal world, in some park that Phlegethon had taken him to after being summoned by one of the River of Fire's brothers - Akheron. They sat on the grass, Himeros lying stretched out with his head on Phlegethon's lap. It was beautiful day and he felt wonderful, simply wonderful

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[phlegethon_dc]

Phlegthon gives a slight smile down at his Himeros. "Yes, this is very nice." No fighting, no war... no... He frowns slightly and shakes his head. Whatever was wrong he'd not think about it.

"The River of Woe and Pain isn't such a bad guy." He states using his brother, Akheron's, formal title. Although, why he'd done that was truthfully beyond him when he didn't like formalities.

But his fingers carding through Himeros' hair suddenly faulter. Those brown eyes feeling with fire because he felt... something wasn't right. Something was off and he didn't... "Hades." Okay... probably not the best thing to say another's name in front of your lover but he'd felt it... his God's passing.

[winged_ardour]

Surprised, Himeros turned his head, wondering what Phlegethon was speaking of. He reached out and laid a hand on his lover's chest before his mouth formed an "o" of dawning realization.

Something had happened to Hades, the ruler of the Underworld. One of the immortals had passed and perhaps the entirety of their pantheon had felt it. He sat up and moved into Phlegethon's side - one might say he was snuggling. He just wanted to be held.

He never met Hades but everything felt different, wrong somehow and he didn't like the feeling. "Hades," he echoed.

[phlegethon_dc]

Phlegethon blinks and looks down at the Olympian god at his side. A part of him wanting to pull away and find his siblings to see how they were holding up. Another part of him wanting to be the one held. This Olympian wasn't close to Hades.

But he didn't say anything. Merely held the Olympian close to him as fire filled brown eyes stared off into the distance.

[winged_ardour]

"What's the matter?" Himeros asked quietly, leaning into the other god's side, his warmth surrounding them like a cocoon might. "Phlegethon?"

His lover's consciousness seemed so far away.