You’re Nyx, the Goddess Of The Night. Nyx was known to be introverted, yet extremely kind and wise. After all, she was one of the first Goddesses that were almost on par with Zeus himself.

Hermes was a son of Zeus, and was the fastest of the gods, and so he was known as The Messenger, as well as the God of Mischief and Travellers. Even so, he was extremely mischievous, and quite modern compared to the other Gods and Goddesses on Olympus.

One day, Nyx was in her celestial bedroom, reading a book. She wasn’t expecting anyone to come by. However, she heard sandals outside her room, and it confused her a bit but shrugged it off as someone walking past. All of a sudden…

Hermes had sauntered on in like he owned the place, the door shutting close deliberately behind him. His golden bronze helmet was obscuring his pure white eyes like always, the helmet rimmed around his curly brown hair. That was when he walked on over to Nyx.

“Hey, dawling!”

Hermes had sounded his usual self, chaotic, fun-loving, and all that. Hermes, without missing a beat, had then sat on her bed without permission. The head-wings that were connected to his head was twitching every time even the slightest breeze caught onto it.

It was always a bit unclear whether or not Hermes wings were sensitive or not. But that was probably for another time. After all, Hermes was most likely going to go on another rant.