builderofargos:
“What are you-…” while Hera leaned closer Jason leaned back. But he knew better by now than to deny her anything so in the end he was still. It would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy her lips but that was nothing he would admit. “… doing?”
The first thing Hera did after kissing Jason was to pat his cheek in a motherly way. It was such a stark contrast to the pleasant kiss he’d received moments earlier that the queen couldn’t help but to smirk. “Usually I would be astounded when a man of your age and with your looks don’t recognize when he is being kissed, but after experiencing your personality first hand I can’t say it’s surprising,” she replied, “But don’t worry. You still have many years to find yourself a partner who will put up with you. Perhaps then you can gain some experience with things like these.”
what have i done to make you hate me so?
praetumidus:
❝Yet you threw him from Heaven the first time you looked at him.” And with that small prizing chuckle, his arms folded across the broadness of his chest. ❝Well- when I am around you, you want nothing more for me to begone! So I went.❞
And he quirked a brow. ❝Unless my mother was simply playing… hard to get?❞
“And I’ve tried to have all your half-siblings killed at least once. What is your point?” Hera retaliated. “Those are actions; things we can govern. I cannot control your heritage any more than Poseidon can control sky. Fact remains.”
Green eyes iced over as disapproval seeped into Hera’s voice. “Do not blame your absence on me, young man. I will not have it. We are all entitled to peace and quiet but I have never once wished for you to leave Olympus.”
Hard to get? “Ares, please bear in mind that I am a grown up. I do not have time for such childishness.”
1. A kiss
Hera didn’t know what was more wrong. Kissing Zeus’ son or Hades’ husband. It was simply preposterous and a few months ago she would’ve refused, consequences be damned. But then she laid eyes on the little bastard and sourly admitted to herself that it wasn’t such a painful thought. Hermes had grown on her and Hera wasn’t unaware of the boy’s silly little crush. And she’d never been one to let go once someone got stuck in her web.
Cupping Hermes’ cheek with one hand, Hera rested her other against his throat and leaned in. “One kiss.” She repeated before her lips grazed his. It was an innocent kiss, one which illustrated their differences and heart’s desires.
QUEENS WILL PLAY
{ godoftravelers requested: a fanmix for Hera
01. Queens will play – Black Mountain // 02. Maternal Heart – Akira Yamaoka // 03. Girl with one Eye – Florence & the Machine // 04. Maneater – Blue Eyed Blondes // 05. Grounds for Divorce – Elbow // 06. Blood Stains – Tu Fawning // 07. The Queen and the Soldier – Suzanne Vega // 08. Tower – Zola Jesus // 09. If I had a Heart – Fever Ray // 10. This one’s for the Girls – Martina McBride
6. Me for two nights
“Papa.” Hera freed herself from the cluster of voices and spiteful thoughts which usually inhabited her mind. She was among the few which had felt genuine joy when the titan had decided to rejoin the living world and it showed. The smile she bestowed upon him was genuine, warm and hadn’t been sighted since the days of her youth.
“What are we doing then?” the Queen wondered, “Dinner, and then perhaps you can help me get rid of Io once and for all? Between the two of us I doubt it’ll take more than two nights.”
5. A confession
“You were supposed to be my greatest achievement. Greater than Ares, than Eris, than all of them. It broke my heart when you turned out to be less than each and everyone of us.”
13. A kitten
The lump of torn flesh, ruffled fur and blood made a terrible, squishing sound when it landed in Macaria’s lap. No one had ever said that the kitten had to be alive. This once certainly wasn’t. One of the empty eye sockets leaked with yellow fluid and the other stared up at the two goddesses, unmoving and dull. “It bit me,” was the only explanation offered.
theheartofpersephone:
He allowed her to list off his half-siblings, nearly wincing at each one. At her final answer he nodded, but stopped short and hesitated on a reply. “I-uh, but… Strawberries don’t grow on trees, Goddess.” He might as well hand over his tongue.
“Oh for the love of- in latin it’s called arbutus unedo. Does that make things easier for you, boy?” Hera snapped, her patience already disappearing around the corner. “Things do not always live up to their name.” Take… oh, let’s say… Hercules for example.
