“That’s rather apocryphal”, he replied to Hebe’s statement about himself being altered once Zeus was slaughtered. And he would be slaughtered. On that he was most secure ( Read more... )

A mop of curly blond hair. A pale arm flung carelessly. Hebe yawed and stretched, idly scratching his chest, toes pointing under the sheets. He put a hand to his head, blinking, trying to remember where he was and why. The room was unfamiliar, the sun coming in from the wrong direction ( Read more... )

A hand slid around her waist and Hebe pressed his cheek against her back. He rubbed soothingly. "I'm right here." He'd watched her as she struggled for her composure. But he hadn't wanted to intrude. Now, seeing the pout in the snarling and vicious tone, Hebe clucked.

In the back of his mind the Celtic goddess he'd been speaking to. had ( Read more... )

Flidais stood in the hallway stunned at the most recent turn of events. She had never seen Ares act so odd before, yet at the same time she trusted that he had a legitimate reason for said behavior. Shaking her head, the goddess began to heal herself from head to toe, erasing all external signs of her romp with Ares. Once healed Flidais dresses ( Read more... )

Continued from here.Hercules appeared in a large room, his arms wrapped around Hebe and Ares, both of whom were wearing the wrong shapes. He set them down gently, facing the picture window that looked out over the top of a cliff to the the ocean below. The crash of waves and the smell of salt in the air seasoned the atmosphere ( Read more... )

::cnt from here::"No. No I don't think I will put you right side up. For one thing, the rough and tumble, that plays into so many masochistic dominance issues that I wouldn't know where to start. Just because there's no whips and chains and leather paddles only means neither of you can decide who gets to top first, so you do both, together ( Read more... )

Flidais rose gracefully from the courtyard bench when it was apparent that the trio were not leaving anytime soon. She had prepared herself for the visit prior before making the decision to wait and see what they were doing before she made a move ( Read more... )

The imperial castle may have some exterior damage, but with a God’s purifying touch, the interior is made, once again, fit for a King. Or, at least a former King.. Located on one of Ireland’s more despondent cliffs overlooking the seething seas, the heretofore formidable fortress is the temporary home to three outlander divinities: Hercules, Hebe ( Read more... )

Hercules kept an eye on the sail as it shifted in the wind. This ship was bigger than the one he usually sailed, though it wasn't as large as the three-masted ship Ares had originally suggested (or demanded, but Ares wasn't getting away with many demands these days; it was fun watching him pout). And instead of doing the sailing himself, it was ( Read more... )

Alexiares was there when Nic appeared. Their mother and father was not. Lex slipped a hand onto his brother's shoulder, after a nod to Apollo. "She wanted to see the ocean ( Read more... )