Why he'd come to Hawaii he wasn't too sure. He sat in his home that was on the island and just stared out the window. That's when he noticed it... he felt cold. Never in all of his whole entire life had he felt so cold. Surly I didn't give him that much... But maybe he had without realizing it. Himeros was everything to him and he'd been comforting ( Read more... )

After leaving Himeros at Aprodite's Temple with Pothos he decided that... no, actually, he hadn't decided anything. He just knew that he didn't want to be on Olympus in Aphrodite's Temple while watching Himeros nurse Yearning back to health. And he wasn't about ready to get into a fight with the erote despite wanting to throw him in his own river ( Read more... )

After Pothos' little fight with Zelos and their visit from the King of the Gods... Ethon decided to take Pothos home. Well... to the only home that he knew of. Aphrodite's Temple. And the love goddess was more than likely not going to be too happy. But there hadn't been a thing he could do anyways. They'd been in Zeus' Temple, after all. And if the ( Read more... )

With Lethe upstairs doing only who knew what and Strife asleep in his lap, it would have been (should have been) safe to assume that Pothos was sleepy and tired and obscenely drunk, as well. That his day, this day was over. That the alcohol had finally gotten to him and would soon, soon, soon lead him to the realms of Hypnos. But no, despite the ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

After taking Himeros off to meet his brother, Akheron, he decided to go and visit the love goddess, Aphrodite. He'd let Himeros know where he was going before flashing from one place to another. His fiery orange glow appearing around Aphrodite's Temple as he appeared within in it. Quite frankly he wasn't sure whether to trust her words to him from ( Read more... )

Since he'd regained his powers and territory in the underworld, Akheron had kept mostly to himself, almost reveling in the solitude he wrapped around himself like a cloak. He only interacted with the other gods as much as necessary. Of course, for him that was a fairly normal existence, but not nearly to this extent ( Read more... )

Cross-posted to Himeros' journal

After one last kiss, or several, Phlegethon left to return to his home in the Underworld and when he wasn’t asked along, Himeros only smiled and watched the River of Fire disappear. Deciding that staying in Harm’s home by himself wasn’t the best thing to do, he found himself heading towards the temple of Love, ( Read more... )

He was home... well, yeah. Okay... really home. Not in Harmonia's home. Not in the home that she'd allowed him to use but back in the Underworld. Near his own river. Kneeling down next to his river he puts a hand into it watching the blood course through his fingers, the scent of the river assaulting his senses. Why he'd come down... come back home ( Read more... )

Takes place after this:Phlegethon had been surprised by Harmonia's visit to say the least. Not every day he ran into anyone that normally stuck around Mt. Olympus. And if it hadn't been for her gracing herself upon his presense people probably would've been hurt. Would've been heated up and he woudldn't of cared. His hand went up slightly where ( Read more... )