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“Look, it’s the periwinkle you have potted. Did you know way over across the Atlantic there is a whole language for the flowers? This here is like a cheers to a new friendship… ‘Cause maybe we could be friends?”
He gave a weak smile to Charon, whose gaze had gone unreadable.
Two seconds of silent staring was all Hermes could take before he lost his nerve.
“Or, you know, forget that. My family is always saying I don’t do well with social graces. Every time I speak it’s all ‘blunt object, no point’ according to Hera. She’s my step-ma or something like that. You know it’s not really clear what we’re supposed to be to each other so-”
His rambling was stopped by Charon taking the periwinkle from his fingers and carefully threading it behind Hermes’ ear the way Hermes had just done for him. The man’s fingers delicately secured the blooms and his fingers moved through Hermes’ hair before he patted the top of his head like he was gentling a worked up animal.
Hermes can't read. Charon can't speak. They bridge the gap through the flowers.
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28 Nov 2023