Feet (Iris/Hermes, G)
Inspirationnnnn :D
Title: Feet
100moods prompt: 80. Relaxed (My table)
Pairing: Iris/Hermes
Rating: G
Word count: 230
Summary: The same.
They have the same job. Maybe they even have the same life.
Maybe they share their moments even when they think they’re alone, and maybe they only have one heart (to share - maybe that’s why she can only really laugh when he’s there).
They send different messages to everyone (Hermes mostly neutral, sometimes-bad, war-related, red words, burnt black and blood on his mouth when he comes back - Iris mostly womanly, sometimes-fickle, alive with children, touching white woman’s shoulders and heart throbbing when she comes back). They send the same messages to each other.
She likes to walk barefoot and he doesn’t. That’s the only thing in which they differ. She enjoys the earth and maybe the sky as well, and she loves her feet over wide spaces, good to fall in, fall for a long time. Her feet are white. Her wake is every colour. He likes to be grounded, he likes to leave firm footprints. He likes his feet clean. He wears wings and thinks he trusts them more than his own legs.
She makes fun of him for it sometimes, but likes his wings secretly. He’s serious and doesn’t make fun of her, but does tickle her feet when he washes them.
They often walk together. No need for words. They’re the messengers and maybe they’re replaceable in a way. They walk together, bare-footed, wing-shoed, and fit together.
Title: Feet
100moods prompt: 80. Relaxed (My table)
Pairing: Iris/Hermes
Rating: G
Word count: 230
Summary: The same.
They have the same job. Maybe they even have the same life.
Maybe they share their moments even when they think they’re alone, and maybe they only have one heart (to share - maybe that’s why she can only really laugh when he’s there).
They send different messages to everyone (Hermes mostly neutral, sometimes-bad, war-related, red words, burnt black and blood on his mouth when he comes back - Iris mostly womanly, sometimes-fickle, alive with children, touching white woman’s shoulders and heart throbbing when she comes back). They send the same messages to each other.
She likes to walk barefoot and he doesn’t. That’s the only thing in which they differ. She enjoys the earth and maybe the sky as well, and she loves her feet over wide spaces, good to fall in, fall for a long time. Her feet are white. Her wake is every colour. He likes to be grounded, he likes to leave firm footprints. He likes his feet clean. He wears wings and thinks he trusts them more than his own legs.
She makes fun of him for it sometimes, but likes his wings secretly. He’s serious and doesn’t make fun of her, but does tickle her feet when he washes them.
They often walk together. No need for words. They’re the messengers and maybe they’re replaceable in a way. They walk together, bare-footed, wing-shoed, and fit together.