not realized she had an affinity towards her apartment, until it sounded like a wrecking ball went through it.
Dionysus cursed some more, throwing up furniture and pieces of debris that Hermes was raining down upon them. Heph swore and did much of the same. And Hermes ran and ran and ran, a tornado through the place knocking into anything and everything. This god tornado flung Dionysus who broke through the brick wall then slowly climbed out, while Heph was thrown back and cracked the countertop, lava spewing out and burning the marble floor.
This, more or less, went on and on for a few minutes then the commercial break ended and Hermes sat down.
Heph and Dionysus looked at each other, both distinctly remembering that this was how his last episode had gone and mouthed curses at each other for not informing the other.
Each went to a different side of Hermes, as he was distracted, and lifted him up by the arms. Hermes went kicking and screaming:
No!
No!
No!
I have to see how it ends.
How it all ends.
How does it end?
Tell me!
Tell me!
His legs, kicking and flailing, created more holes in the walls and general destruction and mayhem. They escorted him out and Mnemosyne used her leg to block any hits that may have accidentally hit Rebecca. She then picked up Hermes by the head.
“What must he lose?”
“This place.”
Rebecca asked, “Can’t you do something more permanent, so he doesn’t do this again?”
Dionysus said, “Tricky. He will put things together and come back. But if we do a singular thing, such as, this place. He will forget until next time.”
She shook her head. “Sounds exhausting.”
“It is.”
“Do I have to do anything?”
“Never mention where you live.”
“And if he asks?”
“Haven’t you learned? Evade the question, we all do it.”
Heph said, “Some more than others.”
Dionysus snapped back, “You’re married to the more.”
Heph grunted in response.
Mnemosyne took Hermes away. “It was nice meeting you, mortal.”
“Back at you.”
She chuckled heartedly and held Hermes as he kicked and screamed, “ What about the Vanderpumps?”
BUCK UP, OLD SAILOR
Heph and Mnemosyne took their leave, while Dionysus and Rebecca walked back into her apartment.
“Oh. . .” Words to describe the catastrophe that was her home came and went. She had never seen a mess like this. It was as if running with the bulls had taken place here. It was as if the Hulk had rampaged through her apartment. It was as if the last toy that all the kids want on Christmas was stationed here, and someone freed a horde of parents onto her apartment. It was as if. . . well, she figured that was enough.
Dionysus looked around, remembering that he saw a similar scene the last time he had done this. And of course, the best goddess to handle this situation happened to be Rebecca’s landlord, Hestia. He said, “Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry about it?”
“Hestia will have this place brand-spanking new in no time. Correct usage?”
She nodded. “Correct. But. . .”
He brushed one of the holes in wall with his hand. “Oh, it’s nothing. She lives for this sort of thing.”
“A disaster?”
“No. . . Reorganization. Constructing homes. Barking orders. It has everything she needs.”
Rebecca sighed. “I’d sit on the couch exasperated, but I see that he broke that as well.”
Dionysus leaned on a wall behind her. “Would seem so.”
Rebecca annoyed by the disaster zone and Dionysus’ short responses that lacked any of the love and desire of the night before, turned to him and said, “All right, well, thank you. . . You can go.”
Dionysus frowned slightly. “I’ll contact Hestia. She’ll be here in the morning. . .” For some uncontrollable reason, he could not leave it at that. He had to give her context to his behavior. If he truly wanted what he was trying to convince himself of, he would’ve left without another word and their love may have
Dionysus cursed some more, throwing up furniture and pieces of debris that Hermes was raining down upon them. Heph swore and did much of the same. And Hermes ran and ran and ran, a tornado through the place knocking into anything and everything. This god tornado flung Dionysus who broke through the brick wall then slowly climbed out, while Heph was thrown back and cracked the countertop, lava spewing out and burning the marble floor.
This, more or less, went on and on for a few minutes then the commercial break ended and Hermes sat down.
Heph and Dionysus looked at each other, both distinctly remembering that this was how his last episode had gone and mouthed curses at each other for not informing the other.
Each went to a different side of Hermes, as he was distracted, and lifted him up by the arms. Hermes went kicking and screaming:
No!
No!
No!
I have to see how it ends.
How it all ends.
How does it end?
Tell me!
Tell me!
His legs, kicking and flailing, created more holes in the walls and general destruction and mayhem. They escorted him out and Mnemosyne used her leg to block any hits that may have accidentally hit Rebecca. She then picked up Hermes by the head.
“What must he lose?”
“This place.”
Rebecca asked, “Can’t you do something more permanent, so he doesn’t do this again?”
Dionysus said, “Tricky. He will put things together and come back. But if we do a singular thing, such as, this place. He will forget until next time.”
She shook her head. “Sounds exhausting.”
“It is.”
“Do I have to do anything?”
“Never mention where you live.”
“And if he asks?”
“Haven’t you learned? Evade the question, we all do it.”
Heph said, “Some more than others.”
Dionysus snapped back, “You’re married to the more.”
Heph grunted in response.
Mnemosyne took Hermes away. “It was nice meeting you, mortal.”
“Back at you.”
She chuckled heartedly and held Hermes as he kicked and screamed, “ What about the Vanderpumps?”
BUCK UP, OLD SAILOR
Heph and Mnemosyne took their leave, while Dionysus and Rebecca walked back into her apartment.
“Oh. . .” Words to describe the catastrophe that was her home came and went. She had never seen a mess like this. It was as if running with the bulls had taken place here. It was as if the Hulk had rampaged through her apartment. It was as if the last toy that all the kids want on Christmas was stationed here, and someone freed a horde of parents onto her apartment. It was as if. . . well, she figured that was enough.
Dionysus looked around, remembering that he saw a similar scene the last time he had done this. And of course, the best goddess to handle this situation happened to be Rebecca’s landlord, Hestia. He said, “Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry about it?”
“Hestia will have this place brand-spanking new in no time. Correct usage?”
She nodded. “Correct. But. . .”
He brushed one of the holes in wall with his hand. “Oh, it’s nothing. She lives for this sort of thing.”
“A disaster?”
“No. . . Reorganization. Constructing homes. Barking orders. It has everything she needs.”
Rebecca sighed. “I’d sit on the couch exasperated, but I see that he broke that as well.”
Dionysus leaned on a wall behind her. “Would seem so.”
Rebecca annoyed by the disaster zone and Dionysus’ short responses that lacked any of the love and desire of the night before, turned to him and said, “All right, well, thank you. . . You can go.”
Dionysus frowned slightly. “I’ll contact Hestia. She’ll be here in the morning. . .” For some uncontrollable reason, he could not leave it at that. He had to give her context to his behavior. If he truly wanted what he was trying to convince himself of, he would’ve left without another word and their love may have
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