cerynitiis:

        ❝ Dionysus… Aye, I’ve heard of you, s- I mean, you’re Mr. Hermes half-brother, are you not? ❞    Eyes lingered on the ash drifting about the bottom of the glass  _{( little flecks of dull silver ).} Her employer’s told her plenty about the boy next to her; they’re compatriots, two halves of a whole, or as Hermes had once so humorously purred, brothers from ‘nother mother.    ❝ ‘m no one, just the maid. Reem. ❞

                   “Ah, you have heard
                    of me then. And I
                    disagree. You see,
                    I’ve also heard of
                     you, Reem.”