When he reads the note, Derek calls Jun over as well. The blanket is carefully picked up from its entry point, folded respetfully. If Jun doesn't have a preference, it will lay at the foot of their bed until needed.
Derek bows he head, closes his eyes and prays in his own way for Hermes--the one that had been, and the one that will be.
Jun shifts her wrists and tilts the tea kettle upwards, cutting off the flow of water. She replaces the kettle on the range deposits the lid on the tea pot. When she enters the bedroom, Derek's head is bowed over a woolen blanket of uncommon appeal.
"Anthony?" she says, "Where did you get that pretty thing?"
"It's a gift from Hermes," he said simply, "This incarnation died. The note says that Hestia made it for him and it kept him warm and safe. He hopes it does the same for us."
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((Aww! Thank you!))
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((Magnificent, as ever.))
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Derek bows he head, closes his eyes and prays in his own way for Hermes--the one that had been, and the one that will be.
((Lovely as always!))
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"Anthony?" she says, "Where did you get that pretty thing?"
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"It's a gift from Hermes," he said simply, "This incarnation died. The note says that Hestia made it for him and it kept him warm and safe. He hopes it does the same for us."
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Didn't know Hermes well enough, and I'd like to remind myself that getting to know someone isn't something you can put off.
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For his executive office.
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