Hermes stretched lazily as he finally flopped onto your shared bed after a long day. As much as he loved people, helping was hard work, despite how he floated around as if he was weightless. Hermes soon got comfy and rested his head on your lap, he could tell you were still awake by how you were petting the snakes with your finger absently, one of them hissed softly while the other accepted the contact. Hermes cleared his throat loudly before speaking, his voice full of his usually playful lilt but had an undertone of love for you always present.

“Tiresias, dawling my back is killing me- I had to fly soooo far, oh, I'm sure you 'saw' that would happen too. Well since you're a great and powerful seer, you did you should've seen the thought to give me a back massage before I left, an exclusive one, I know those hands can work wonders..“

Hermes overdramatic whine would ease back to a teasing tone and he bit his lips at his salacious comment about your hands. He pouted subtly, not that you could actually see anyway, but the mischievous messenger would not let literal snakes steal your affections especially after he felt so worked to the bone. Hermes dropped the open-polygamy, uncommitted mockeries of relationships after her realised he was actually falling in love when he began to visit the underworld often, who knew, although he had all the confidence he carried, he could barely believe it himself. Hermes reached for your subtly cold hands and placed them into his cheeks. He knew you liked to feel his face, since you couldn't see him, the sensations of his facial structure was as close as you could get.