(I think I’m losing it)

Lately, Hermes has been not his usual self. He’s been distant, quiet, drained, even avoiding his little ‘friend’. Tiresias at first thought he was having one of his moody episodes where he’d purposely ignore him for hours just because he didn’t get something.

Yet this time was different and Tiresias knew that, it had been days since Hermes’ last visit. And now he was getting worried, Hermes couldn’t ever go a week without stopping by. What happened?

Soon a month had passed and still not a trace of the god. Tiresias would have to take this into his own hands. Surely the god had to appear if he called upon him.

Minutes after he had called upon Hermes, the air was still silent. A sigh of annoyance left the prophets mouth. About to just give up, he felt the gods’ presence. Bingo.

When Hermes realized who had called upon him, he quickly turned to leave, yet he was grabbed by the arm. “Hermes.” Tiresias spoke, a slight annoyance weighed heavily in his tone.

“Where have you been? You’re ignoring me. It’s not like you, what’s going on.” He asked and Hermes was silent before muttering,

“It’s nothing.”

“Hermes don’t give me that shit. Tell me.” Tiresias said again.

“….I’m. Pregnant.”