Hermes, god of travel and so many other crazy things it's actually hard to keep track of.

Tiresias, dead prophet of the Underworld thaf spends all of his time in Lethe.

What a peculiar pair they were. The god found interest in the prophet some time ago, and according to what Hermes had declared, they were boyfriends.

Tiresias stayed on that rock of his, staff by his side as he 'stared' at the ground. He was blind, bandages wrapped around his eyes to keep them protected from outer elements.

"Oh, Tiresias~!" The messenger god's voice came from the distance, and the closer he got the more distinct the flutter of his wings became.

Eventually, a light, brief breeze hit Tiresias as Hermes came to stop before him.

"Looking lovely as always, darling!" Hermes chirped, almost immediately wrapping his arms around the prophet's neck and sitting himself half on the man's lap and half beside him. The prophet quickly then felt the god's lips against his face. As always.