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after spending most of his time in the workshop by the garden — hephaestus felt dissatisfied. his desire to create something out of nothing was overpowering him, and the limited resources given to him was not enough. AS a god, he was so used to getting what he wanted by the snap of his fingers and now as a mortal, he was useless. he decided to take a quick breather and take a stroll around, basking in the marvelous sight of the flowers to distract him.

whoever trapped them within the confines of the mansion was someone he’d strike down with a hammer, that’s for sure. ( he wasn’t really as violent as most people perceived the gruff, ugly god to be ) in the midst of his own thoughts, however, he was interrupted by the sight of someone whom he hasn’t seen in quite a while; his wife. clearing his throat, he began, “ lovely flowers, aren’t they? “ @aphrcdixiac

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TELEMACHUS !

His head feels muddled, likes he had too much strong wine which is odd; Telemachus has never been that fond of the drink, never indulging how he remembers the suitors did. Once or twice and he remembers that in the morning he felt quite like this – not the same but similar. And that’s the only similar thing he can point to. Everything around him is odd. Unfamiliar, unrecognizable. He’s not sure where he is or what is going on and that doesn’t help the feeling that someone is using the inside of his skull as a drum. He hears a voice and turns his head, hums in acknowledgement as he tries to place the face… and fails. “I– I don’t think I know your name.”

“ that is because you are intoxicated, i presume. “ a small laugh. hephaestus could smell the pungent scent of wine from the other. he enjoyed a fair share of drink himself, but never too many. “ and if i remember correctly --- we do not possess the same tolerance we used to have towards liquor now that we’re, well, mere mortals. “ he pointed out as he offered a curt nod to the other. “ hephaestus, by the way. i do not take offense in you not recognizing me at all, telemachus. do not worry. “

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HERACLES !

It was odd, being mortal again. In a way, Heracles had stayed mortal through all the ages, his human essence running Hades’ fields. But he hasn’t felt this weak in a long time, and it frightens him. “Hello,” Heracles says, squinting at the person speaking to him. “…Hephaestus, is it? You’re much better looking here.” Heracles has never been one to mince words. “In eons, yes. Have you been here very long?” 

hephaestus blink. it took him a while to digest why he was acting so flustered, when he had heard compliments over his genius almost every other minute back in his god form. “ it’s not everyday i get the compliment of being better-looking, so thank you. “ a chuckle. “ you don’t look half as bad yourself, heracles. how are you holding so far? “ he shook his head slightly. “ a while now. i am out of things to do here. there’s no weapons to yield, no mechanical problems to solve. thankfully i found a work shop in the garden-- but it’s like i don’t recognize myself now, you know. i have no sense of purpose in this stay. “

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HESTIA !

even with the windows open, hestia felt unbearably stuffy just knowing that there was no escape out the mansion. after remaining in one place for too long, she found her mortal body to be aching ( humans were much frailer than she thought ) and so decided to stretch out the body’s muscles with a walk. midway through, she spotted a welcome presence and her features brightened up with a smile, happy to see the god well. ‘ eons is an exaggeration ! you know you’re ALWAYS welcome to drop by the … ’ she trailed off, remembering their current situation and her smile faltered for a millisecond. but it’s back on her face the next moment, like nothing happened. ‘ well, you know i’m always very glad to see you, hephaestus. ’

“ it feels that way to me, hestia. “ a chuckle escaped the god’s lips. hephaestus lost track of time from long ago --- which is funny, because now as a mortal it seems to him every second could last a year. “ i haven’t heard from you for quite a while now. how are things ? “ he inquired, curious yet not wanting to completely pry over the matter. hephaestus felt the cold ground beneath his foot, a distraction which indicated he was nothing but made of flesh. the god of fire was feeling cold. truly, he has grown weak. “ you too. or is that merely flattery? “

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HERMES !

      hephaestus is one of hermes’s more … interesting contemporaries. never quite sure of where he stands with the god of fire and forge — yet, wanting only to stand on the good side — hermes offers a polite smile and nods as his head as if he has a clue what the other is talking about. he thinks it’s supposed to be a joke … he chuckles and is surprised to find it sounds convincing. “glad you seem to be in good spirits, that’s more than i can say for some of the others.” hermes leans forward, like he’s sharing a secret only hephaestus is to hear. “i heard ares crying earlier. can you believe it? crying.” it’s a lie, but who’s to say? hermes shakes his head as if he can’t believe it before he straightens. “but no, no strangers yet. whether that’s good or bad remains to be seen. we’re sure to have trouble.”

“ i am the god of volcanoes, but i don’t take my personality after their rage. fortunately. “ am, he pondered, was a bizarre choice of word. was could have been a better option now that hephaestus was nothing more than a mere mortal who knew a thing or two about mechanics. “ do tell, are you not in good spirits yourself, hermes? “ he inquired, tilting his head slightly. the god of fire wasn’t the biggest social butterfly in the room, yet he tries to remain civil at the very least. “ ARES, crying ? sweet. now that’s a card waiting to be brought up as leverage. i wonder what made him CRY -- is he claustrophobic ?? “ hephaestus hated ares’ guts at times, but he couldn’t imagine the thought of him crying. it seemed more of a metaphor. “ heard there have been rising disputes lately... i think this will only worsen the longer we remain in this form. “

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to say the mansion was EXHAUSTING would be the UNDERSTATEMENT of the century. hephaestus was on edge. the descent to mortality was far too much to handle in such a short period of time. breathing out, he marches up to the first person that he land eyes on. “ — oy, mate. kno’ we haven’t chat in eons, it feels, but we’re not completely strangers, yea ? at least we can say that we know each other’s names ! ” a hasty joke, a nervous chuckle. he had a lot of insecurities; and speaking to estranged god connections was one of them.

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Hephaestus: I feel like I put a fire out with my hand but idk if that was a dream or not

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・°☆— hello ! this is penny (20, she/her) and tbh i am excited to be here. this is my smol son (i call a titan, god) HEPHAESTUS who is the god of fire & metalwork. i am still planning how to play him out but he’s pretty much this Resourceful™ mandude with the mind of a mechanical engineering prodigy. (i’ve been reading a lil abt hephaestus, and i figured he’s this ~ugly~ gOd so i guess he has constant insecurities too. )

plots are nice and v welcomed !! 

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juju’s first anniversary project >> greek mythology modern au

hephaestus - the rebel

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