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Ἡφαιστος — Hêphaistos ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 「 art by baroquedo_ill | 21+ mun | mdni | written by ♡Pink Prince♡」
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He briefly glanced to his forge, then back at Ares. ⠀ "What 'bout it?"

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⠀ I am indeed. I'll focus on the thunder bolts.

⠀ There aren't many things he loves that doesn't taste like flesh or iron.

⠀ I'm not surprised.

Even with her upper half broken off, Hephaestus was holding the carved stone with a longing he never wanted anyone to see. His hands quickly dropped like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. ⠀ "Nike." He grabs his cane and steadily gets to his feet. ⠀ "Excuse the mess."

He's surrounded by broken bits of 'failed' sculptures. Even in their fractured state it's clear they're all in the shape of a goddess. He keeps trying to make a new one, but he keeps seeing 𝘩𝘦𝘳 face in them. He decides just to discard them, for now.

...Blinking. ???

Another war? That means more excuses to stay locked up. Only knock when you need something.

He's spending New Year's locked up in his forge. Just like last year, and the year before that, and the

⠀ Do I look like I hate you? It's your pa I have a problem with, backstabbing bastard. ⠀ Ares and I 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to work well together. Passionate man, admired my work and spoke to me like I was worth something. But now I know he saw me as something shambling and weak, like all the others.

⠀ You gotta tell me you know the story already, kid. If he wants armor, he can find a blacksmith who ISN'T his brother whose wife he DIDN'T fuck.

⠀ It's nice to be recognized.

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He pauses, brows furrowing together. ⠀ "Heard what?"

⠀ "Leave. You're not getting shit from me."

⠀ "It's just for me." He grabs his cane, and with a laboured 'huff' he steadily gets to his feet. "It's none of your business what I'm making, anyhow."

⠀ "Don't enter without knocking," he grumbled, turning his head to glare at his fellow god. He's still kneeling among the fractured pieces.

He's surrounded by broken bits of 'failed' sculptures. Even in their fractured state it's clear they're all in the shape of a goddess. He keeps trying to make a new one, but he keeps seeing 𝘩𝘦𝘳 face in them. He decides just to discard them, for now.

( a loud, exasperated sigh. he isn't surprised. )

⠀ Why is Ares being called 'War Daddy' and who should I blame for enabling him?

⠀ "You didn't scare me, Amphitrite. Just...caught me off guard is all."

⠀ For a trickster you're a shitty liar. That smug smile gives it away.

⠀ "Uh..." A blink. "Yeah. Came out of nowhere."

⠀ Low, Hermes. Low.

He tenses up and just kinda...awkwardly stands there. No hugging back, his brain is still buffering.

A loud, exasperated sigh. Low to steal from a man who can't run after them, but he's come to expect that from Hermes especially.

⠀ "With any luck we'll see each other again."

⠀ "You don't get what I'm saying. You're a permanent young man, and I'm an old one. I'm not laying with anyone that looks my son's age."

⠀ "Asclepius has already taught me methods to ease the pain afterwards, but I'm afraid the fates haven't afforded me much besides that. ⠀ Still, thank you. I'll consider it."

⠀ "What? Walking? I won't say it's comfortable."

⠀ Do I look like the mocking type to you? ⠀ Look, I'm flattered, but you'e barely reached manhood and I've got the same mental and physical age as your father.

He took it with a nod, then put it to the side to work on once he was finished with his current project. ⠀ "Tell me if you need anything to help you get around on the surface."

⠀ I figured as much. Go back to your paramours, kiddo.

⠀ "No problem. Where's the trident?" He's gripping onto his own cane, eom thing made of pure Olympian bronze to make sure it isn't damaged by the heat of the forge. It would be shitty if his own cane caught fire.

⠀ I...no? ⠀ You're not mocking me, are you?

He grunts and nods, PROBABLY a yes. His gaze lingers on her legs for a moment, before he steps away from his forge to bring her one of his spare canes.

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