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It was easy, asking for his help.
You had promised Erichthonios you’d not tell the Convocation, but Hermes is not of the Convocation yet. And Hermes would never allow any harm to befall the creatures or wardens of Pandaemonium.
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“Ordinarily when I kiss someone, they leave their thoughts long enough to remember it.”
Hermes shakily laughs, the sound as bright as a baby bird seeking to spread its uncertain wings. His warm palm mirrors yours as he cradles your cheek. Those hands that have unmade countless beings and mourned each one hold you gently, as if he knows how easily you too could be lost. “I wouldn’t know.” The confession holds a sheepish warmth to its admittance, humor light on his ordinarily clever tongue. “Pray forgive me, but I feel as though I’ve never been kissed before.”