You and me in a playhouse (Galahad)

[Hermes]

Hermes was flat out sick of feeling down because of all these stupid feelings and memories. First he'd run into this beautiful young lady who shared an uncanny resemblance to his once healthy love, May Castilian. How dare the fates put her in his path, what had he done to deserve this now? More than at the fates, he carried a extreme loathing for that wicked Aphrodite. Her and her awe inspiring beauty, her and her harsh tongue and bitter jealousy. Why he continued to be tempted by her was one puzzle he was sure even he could not solve. He had been so angry and so sad the past few days. It was time to end this, at least for another little while, it was time to do what he did best: seduce some poor soul and use them for his own, personal enjoyment. Its not like they didn't get anything out of the deal too, lets be honest here, most people he used have enjoyed it throughly and would do it again, even if they won't admit so. So, in hopes of finding a good victim...er...yeahno victim is the right word here, he set out for a run.

Hermes had always been found of running, he was the god of games and competition after all and there is not older game in the book than a good old fashioned foot race. Unlike most other days when he is clad in a fancy three piece suit, he'd taken to wearing a blue and white jogging suit. His white sneakers had a fluttering, restless pair of little wings each, and could aid him in running at speeds no mortal could hope to manage. His hair was a handsome kind of messy as always and his bright blue eyes seemed even more stunning against his matching clothes. Looking as radiant as ever he started out somewhere near the teacher offices at the academy and found his way to a rather deserted field in no time. Oh, but it wasn't deserted.

just out in the distance Hermes could see a young man practicing some sort of skill for battle. A dangerous grin slid across his face as he focused in and noticed that he was fairly handsome. Good enough. This could be perfect. He could seduce this guy, call him his boyfriend and them annoyingly parade him around his brother Apollo just to piss him off. He hadn't badgered his brother in far too long. Just the idea was lifting Hermes spirits sky high so, with his winged shoes twitching and ready for flight, he jumped a few feet into the air and zoomed at the speed of light to where the man was practicing and landed carefully a few feet away. With a crooked smile he gazed at the boy, trickery gleaming in his eyes. Well I do hope you weren't planning on winning any battles against anything other than a baby hair he said with a wink

[galahad]

Galahad was bound and determined that he would live up to his brother's reputation. Not necessarily the one Lancelot already had, but the imaginary one Galahad's mind had already filled in for him. The one where Lancelot was perfect and good at all things knightly and did everything the way it was meant to be done, and was in good graces with all the princes and kings and female varieties of the same royalty. Also he had a very nice accent now, much more proper than Galahad's own, which was somewhat...less proper.

Anyway, living up to Lancelot's reputation of amazing was hard work, and Galahad often had to put in some hours after class to make sure he was going to be able to keep up with the demands of it.

Especially when there was some...strange guy hanging around insulting his parries and thrusts, telling him he couldn't even beat a bunny. Besides, bunnies could be dangerous sometimes, but that wasn't important.

"Well," Galahad said, looking a little mortified, "I've only just started. I haven't been doing this that long, and I'm really not far along in my training, so I hope you'll forgive my poor technique. That's why I'm practising on my own and not with some poor unsuspecting partner." He laughed a little uneasily - self-deprecating humour was something he was well used to, but he wasn't used to having to come up with it so unexpectedly after such an unwarranted jab from someone he didn't even know and at the moment had no particular desire to.

Even if the guy did have nice eyes, he did that winking thing, which was almost a little creepy to Galahad, who came from a place where lewd winking was reserved for half-drunken men making passes at barmaids in establishments of ill repute.

[Hermes]

Hermes had to bite his cheek to keep from booming with laughter, though he did offer him a find grin upon hearing his self-deprecating joke. Everything Galahad did in these past few moments reminded Hermes of a fluffy baby animal of some sort. He was like a newly born fawn, still struggling to stand, let alone practice sword play. Who exactly was this adorable little man? Hermes irises turned liquid and seemed to course with wickedness and intelligence, two traits that often proved extremely dangerous when paired together in any living thing, particularly a very powerful god. He read the young man in front of him like he was one of the millions of books Hermes kept stored in his mind. He'd know any messages he ever sent or revived, but first he'd have to put an name to the face. He looked him over for a long moment, not bothering to be subtle about it. Innocent, kind, self esteem not in the best of places.... dear lord, Hermes was starting to think it was terribly unfair how easy this would be, then again, Hermes never prided himself on fairness. The world was unfair.

This boy wasn't like the kind he often played games with, this one was not up for being teased, what with the way he didn't think particularly high of himself. Hermes guess there was someone he was trying to live up to be, rather than simply being what he was meant to be: himself. Hermes pitied him, but most people didn't like to feel belittled, particularly men aspiring to be some kind of swordsman like this one. So, with all that in mind, Hermes dropped his normal tactic for flirting of poking fun and shook his head at the young man kindly. Don't be so hard on yourself, I was only joking he began with a wave of his hand, his tone so sincere that not a single soul would doubt it, even if he had been lying. I can see an excellent swordsman in you yet he took steps toward him to close the distance between them. You he jabbed a finger in his direction, though continued to carry a look of good intensions on his face just need to keep a firm grip on the hilt... Hermes eyes fell to Galahad's hands, one of his own rested on top of the mans and squeezed gently, supposedly to emphasize his words. Keep your balance he continued, raising his stunningly blue eyes to meet Galahad's and stop comparing yourself to someone else he said finally. He made a point to say his words gently, so as to not seem like he was accusing him of anything, just wishing he'd be his own person.

Hermes had the uncanny ability to make you feel like you've known him for a long while, when you've only just met. He's often be pegged as someone who "gets me" when he's really just a dangerously good actor with a taste for having power over people. He'd offered Galahad a few kind words, that could have seemed strong, but the god patiently waited his response. If all went well, he'd be he'd already have his foot safely in the door within 2 minutes of there meeting. Hi eyes glittered with the idea of this gamble. Lets see if it paid off.