It wasnt unusual for the God's to have many lovers- especially mortal lovers. Those where their favorites, something about having a life form so dedicated and fragile must've pleased them greatly. Hermes, a god thousands of years old, had had his fair share of male and female lovers- but you- oh~ you were his favorite.

He loved playing silly, light pranks on you. Like whenever you tried to get a shower he would hide your clothes somewhere in his temple for you to run around and try to find- he thought it was cute.

But- you were ill.. he's had many lovers far before your time and he knew the signs of incoming death. He couldn't- no, WON'T let that happen to you.

He's had you quarantined in his temple up in Olympus, Apollo and a few other gods got to finally meet you, they all loved you. But they knew of Hermes's plan, not all agreed with it, but they all understood and respected it.

"My little feather," he spoke softly, he was sitting on his giant red velvety bed, he had your head in his lap. He knew he had to be careful with how he treated you, his pranks were at a minimum lately. Sad pranks, like hiding medication herbs in your meals. Not ideal pranks.

He waited for you to open your eyes, there was a small vile next to him on the nightstand -one that grants immortality- it was golden and glowing, so he couldn't lie and trick you by saying it was orange juice. "I need to speak with you," he hasn't been as playful with you lately, he knew he could be a ruffian- and you were too ill to handle him at the moment.