𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
hermes ﹠ aphrodite
Oh, sweet child of travel and love! Your father is the swift herald of the gods, and your mother was born beautiful of Titan's blood. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by cleverness, hope, and consuming desire. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of wishes and fancies as you grow into your power.
saying “i know baby” while she’s having an orgasm
beautiful women will be like “i baked a cake” and you will say “oh ? what flavour is it” and they say well its a honey rosewater apricot pistachio cardamom vanilla fig jam earl grey poppyseed orange blossom extra virgin olive oil chiffon sponge soaked in raspberry elderflower champagne lipgloss pomegranate matcha ginger blueberry cherry blossom magnolia petal almond passionfruit persimmon syrup with whipped amalfi lemon limoncello ricotta goats cheese honeycomb black pepper bergamot lemon thyme lemon balm rosemary chantilly whipped cream cream cheese feta cheese italian meringue frosting . like ok. i want to spend the rest of my afternoons walking around inside your beautiful mind like a garden
maggie had some thoughts about how to spend this sunday, let's just say that
Erika jumped as she sensed Maggie beside her, journal clutched in a death grip for a moment before she relaxed and lowered the open pages away from her chest. “I got so absorbed I didn't sense you. I just…the fluctuating variegation of these leaves…I was just planning on how to sketch it.” Ever since her own garden had been destroyed, Erika had been coping by spending a great deal of time in Maggie's gardens. A whole new notebook had been started just to document the plants here. Some entries had just been remade from her earth plant sketchbook, but some seemed to have adapted to Maggie's realm and become their own entirely new species! Documenting them had been her coping mechanism thus far, her own garden now mundane and empty. Repaired but mostly empty, save for most of the poisons. @singofus ➼ erika
maggie's eyes shine metallic green and black before she blinks and they return to their normal yellow hue , a soft smile on her face .
❛ there's no need to apologize , erika . i'm glad you are finding enjoyment in my gardens . ❜ she'd heard from atonia just how bad it had been , and is glad her own could keep erika occupied while they looked for ways to restore her own lands .
a thorny vine reaches up , the flowers rushing through the fertilization and maturation process , presenting perfectly ripe berries that fall , heavy and lush , into maggie's waiting palm .
❛ have you had these before ? i use them for the diner's cherry cloud pies . i'll let you in on a little secret though — they aren't actually cherries , ❜ she adds with a little playful finger over her lips .
❛ try one , if you want . ❜
the berries give a small good dose of auric sensation ; perhaps a specific memory , or just warm and peaceful sensations . maggie pops one into her mouth and feels her husband's arms around her , the gentle peace that comes from his presence .
the other , she offers to erika .
Forget thinking about the descriptor “soft eyed” for Hypnos. It’s so,,, yes. That’s him. Soft eyed. That gentle loving gaze only your most beloved can give you. Soft eyed Hypnos my beloved.
maggie loves giving nicknames and pet-names to folks , including inanimate objects . she named her car patroclus . nicknames for pan include panini , panificent , panorama , pandemonium , pantry guardian , peter pan , peter parker , spiderman , etc. her terms for hermes are almost as lengthy , every riff off dad , papa , pops , etc. is on the table . if you have a nickname , nicholasname , or pet-name , she really cares for you .