She received the gift of God [Greek mythology]

"Why would you...?" Pandora couldn't help lowering her gaze.

Hermes rubbed her thumb lightly under her eyes, taking away the warm water stains, and she could only look at him.

"Normally, I hardly need sleep, but if I want, I can also make myself dream." He knew that what she asked was not the principle of dreaming, but he still explained another skill of the gods in a serious manner.While talking, he leaned up and sat up. Pandora wanted to go down from his chest, but her waist tightened.In order to maintain balance, she had to hold his shoulders.

Hermes lowered his head, and pecked at the hollow of her tiger's mouth.

Pandora curled her fingers into her palms in surprise, and he chuckled happily: "After all, I am good at deceiving. It is not difficult to deceive myself and experience what I want to experience in my dreams."

Her breathing was half a beat.Then, she carefully and gently pushed his chest and raised her eyes, stared at him and asked again: "Why?"

The afterglow of the sunset that leaked through the door trembled in Hermes' eyes, shining like sparks melting a pool of emeralds.

He didn't say anything, but a strange tremor crawled across Pandora's back.

"Bad girl," said a short sentence with a laughing voice, passing through the pinna, and the breath fell on the ticklish skin on the back of her ear and neck, viciously reviving memories that seemed real and fake, "You must force me to say Clearer?"

Pandora didn't answer.

Hermes sighed, guiding her hand to the heart.

Through the cloud-like soft and thin fabric, the powerful and powerful air bumped into Pandora's palm, faster and faster.

"Because of you, the fire of longing fills my chest day and night, sweetly burning me, tenderly enslaving me. I love you, Pandora, this is not what I want, but I love you." He grabbed her other hand Kissing disorganized and tenderly from hand to lips, speaking softly, for a moment she couldn't tell whether he was joking or asking for advice seriously, "Do you still want to hear what I have to say? I can change the words and keep talking, you want What do I say?"

Pandora pulled her hand out from between Hermes' palms, and her index finger rested on his lips without touching the ground.

A seal that breaks when you blow it on.

The messengers of the gods who are best at weaving moving words fell silent.

Then, her fingertips finally touched his lips, carefully stroking along the contours

.She concentrated on feeling the touch from her fingers, and stared almost without blinking her eyes, as if she wanted to remember the lips that had been close to her and uttered tactful words of love in the most primitive and direct way.

Hermes' cat-like pupils dilated suddenly.

After Pandora finished drawing her lips, she hesitated for a moment, then carefully moved her fingers, moved up from the corners of her lips, passed her fingertips across the high bridge of her nose, and then stopped again between her eyebrows.This was the first time she had touched his face on her own initiative.She couldn't help wondering if anyone else had touched the god's brows and eyes so meticulously, feeling the inviolable and sacred aura emanating from the skin.Probably not.He won't allow others to do that.She had no reason to be so sure.

The line between blasphemy and intimacy fluctuated and blurred, and the unique dark golden rings in the eyes of gods began to flicker.

But Pandora's expression is so serious, her gray eyes are clear, lacking the taint of charm, with a bit of innocence, more like a young child who sees beautiful things and must touch them with his own hands.

The light crown and cold light that was about to be released quietly retracted.

The warm and soft fingertips continued to linger over the brow bone above the deep eye sockets, and then swirled down again. She caressed his cheek seriously, and suddenly penetrated into the black hair like a crow's feather.

Hermes' hair was harder than she had imagined, with curly ends, and the itching feeling was particularly distinct when it scraped against the skin.Pandora exhaled softly as if unable to bear it.

At this moment, a name came to mind unconsciously.She froze.

It was an obstacle that even the turbulent tide of emotion could not bypass.Even deceitful gods cannot lie to deny facts.

- Epimetheus.

Hermes also thought of the same thing.Maybe it was he who came back to remember it first, and then conveyed it in an indescribable and secret way and was understood by her.He raised the corners of his lips, breaking the tense silence: "I really want to keep you by my side, but you have already been promised to others,"

There was nothing unusual about his tone of voice, but the utter calm seemed like a mirror that only reflected the naked|bare bones under the skin, trying to hide it.

Then there was an unnatural pause.

"Not only that, you were originally born to be his bride."

"...I don't want it." Pandora knew that such recalcitrant words were meaningless, and she reiterated, "I don't want to be his bride!"

Her firm attitude annoyed Hermes

His temper flared up, and he whispered slowly, "I just spent the longest time with you, without reference or comparison, so I must be better than him? Not necessarily. You may regret choosing me." He thought of other things What, tight lips.This serious expression makes him seem extraordinarily distant.

Hermes was right, but Pandora was not convinced.Yet she didn't know what else to prove to him.

Her fingers were still running through his hair.The impulsive impulsiveness shattered rationality and balance, and she brought his head down, the movements were soft and forceful, until the lips joined again.

No one closed their eyes, they peered straight into the depths of each other's pupils from too close a distance.

God statues, beacons and even inscriptions dedicated to the gods all host the consciousness of the gods. No matter where the subject is, they always separate a part of themselves, listen, watch, and make decisions.Therefore, it is almost impossible to completely occupy all of their attention.

But at this moment, only Pandora is in Hermes' emerald green eyes. Although it is a partial and incomplete reflection, her disrespect has achieved a feat shorter than the blink of an eye.Even if briefly, he regained from her the absolute tranquility he had before he ascended Olympus when he was born.

The unprecedented throbbing like thunder pierced the sky, and Hermes wanted to tremble.

It was an ancient primordial that he had no way of knowing, but the birds were probably just as silent when they were born and spread their wings from Chaos following the darkness and night.

He clasped her wrist to prevent her from retreating, and the simple kissing of lips turned into a frenzied entanglement in an instant.

Thoughts melted and deformed, then stagnated.

Pandora was leaning against the wall of the corridor, and Hermes held on to her. The momentum gave her the illusion that she would lose her balance and fall backwards the next moment, kissing him and falling into the legendary scroll depicting the deeds of the envoy on the wall. internal.

The uneven scenery and figures carved in stone relief pressed against her back and the back of her head. It was cold and hard, and there was an extremely slight dull pain. She opened her lips and sobbed.He heard, let go of her blankly silent.

The sun-chariots had gone further than the ocean's end, and the dark veils of night-goddess' descent cast a blue-purple curtain of melancholy around and between them.The shortness of breath gradually calmed down, and the splashing sound of the tide hitting the cliff suddenly became noisy.

"You are for Epi

The "gift" carefully prepared by Olympus, who was born from Methes, must go to the world.The participating gods have sworn secrecy to Styx, and I cannot tell you more.And as an envoy, I bear the |command|order of the Father|God|Father, and I want to hand you over to him with my own hands. Hermes murmured, sorting out his chaotic and shapeless thoughts while speaking.

"This is the first time I've hated my job. It's fine if I'm just not reconciled," he caressed her cheek, as if touching a fragile gem, his low laughter seemed a little abnormal, "but You've said that, and I can't just do nothing."

The sky was dim, and Pandora couldn't recognize Hermes' expression.But he was able to see her clearly, without missing a single change.He didn't speak for a long time, but just looked down at her, with dark golden rings flickering faintly in his eyes.

The coercion of the gods increases accordingly until it is completely released.Because it was within reach, the gap between the creation of God and the gods was too great, and Pandora was instinctively overwhelmed.The amount of information contained in the dissipated air exceeded her sensory load, and her thinking could not keep up with the too dense feelings, her body could not move, and she could not even look away.

Faced with the dazzling existence beyond comprehension, she was just sucked in from body to heart.

But strangely, she wasn't scared.

The eyes of the envoys of the gods enveloped her, placing her at one end of the scale in their hearts.On the other end, put many important things in rotation, and compare them with her weighing one by one.This is a calculation that requires all his strength, but every time the balance is tilted towards her side.

Hermes was surprised by this, and frowned rarely.Had Eros' golden arrow swayed his judgment?But the reason doesn't really matter.The result didn't change.Instead, he was relieved, and even a little uncontrollably excited.The remaining question is what to do.

The coercion suddenly disappeared, Pandora swayed, and Hermes stretched out his arms to support her.

"As long as I stay in this temple in Ilysion, I will not be affected by the original land of Bliss, and I can stay for a long time. Although I cannot reach eternity, it is not far from eternity. One day I must bring You leave, but before that, there is enough time for you and me to hate each other."

Pandora silently looked away.

"But I don't want to be unable to stay at the Oak of Elythion

A dream of traces.That doesn't seem to be what you want either. "

The flame of hope trembled and revived, and the turbulent heat in the chest grew wantonly, and I began to dream boldly.She held her breath and waited impatiently for him to continue.

"I have multiple oaths, and I cannot directly disobey my father's orders, but I do not intend to give you to Epimetheus either. I have a plan, but being discovered by the Father God is still secondary..." Hermes Thinking of Apollo's threat, and the second half of the plan that cannot be revealed, a crack of solemnity appeared in his peaceful tone.

He frankly revealed the risks and costs to her: "As long as the plan goes wrong, you will stay with him, or even worse, you will become a victim of the dispute between the gods."

After waiting for a moment to confirm that Pandora understood what he just said, Hermes held her face in both hands, lowered it so that the tip of his nose would touch the tip of his nose any closer, his eyes sent out an invitation more explicit than words, but his tone was reserved and restrained : "Even so, Pandora, my disciple, my believer, are you still willing to choose me as your bridegroom?"

She didn't answer right away.

Hermes was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little out of focus, and he was obviously thinking quickly whether he had missed something or said something wrong.

This trace of uneasiness finally relieved Pandora.She didn't continue to tease him, but with a sly smile, she asked softly, "Will you give me a chance to refuse?"

He stares at her.For a moment, she almost thought he was angry.

But immediately, Hermes' flickering eyes were lit up with a smile.Perhaps because his nature is skeptical and deceitful, her half-truths and half-false temptations please him instead. "No." He turned his face sideways, and lightly bit her lips with a teasing meaning, and then let go after a pause, the soft words and breath fell on his lips together, and drilled deeper between the teeth .

"I'm not that kind. If you refuse, I'll keep persuading and pleading until I move you." He licked the corners of his lips, as if reminiscing about the feeling just now, and locked her eyes unabashedly.After deliberately pausing for a moment, he leaned close to her ear and blew, slightly elongating his tone: "So—? How long do you want to try?"

The voice protected by the power of eloquence dropped, and only Pandora heard what he said after that.

She was stunned, her face immediately turned red to her ears, and she limply stretched out her hand to push him.

Hermes laughed,

There was another whisper.

Pandora's breathing was a little messed up, and she tried to dodge and reach out to press his lips.

This time he didn't cooperate so much in silence, instead he pecked and kissed her fingertips indiscriminately, declaring viciously and triumphantly: "It's very rare for me to try my best to seduce someone."

Pandora glared at him, cleared her throat, put her head on his shoulder and raised her head.

"Hermes, the undead who lives on the summit of Olympus, the messenger who killed Argos, my teacher, please accept my offering."

Saying so, she leaned into Hermes' arms and pressed closer.

All I heard was the beating heartbeat.

One of them coincided with the beat of Hermes squinting his eyes.

"Please make me your bride," she said.

The corridor leading to the cliff suddenly disappeared.

Pandora was in the middle of an unfamiliar palace, on the altar-like platform with Hermes.She immediately instinctively understood that this was the space behind a certain door that could not be found in the temple, the real place where Hermes rested.

There are gauze curtains hanging from the four corners of the high platform, and layers of soft blankets are spread on the cold stone surface. It is here that the gods will take a nap and then fall into the dream they wove.

In Hermes' hand was a crown of radiance.

"I accept your offering,"

A saffron-coloured veil fell over the crown, painting her vision with cheerful color.

"I lift your veil,"

She trembled slightly from her eyelashes to her body, and raised her eyes to meet her gaze.

Pause for counting beats.

The veiled diadem was thrown into the corner of the dais.

"Declares you to be my wife."

Her back was covered by the soft fabric, and the changing celestial bodies on the zenith unfolded like scrolls, forming a backdrop for the black-haired and green-eyed god.He changed his method, no longer wanting to devour everything, but giving her the flames that tormented him bit by bit.During the long kisses, he would stop to observe, and sometimes he would suddenly bury himself in her hair and sigh deeply, and she could feel the suppressed trembling of his body.

"Pandora, I will take you away from him and bring you back to me, where you belong."

Hermes so promised.

Like something that only happens in dreams.But not this time.

It's just that what happened in Ilysion didn't really happen.

It was the day before yesterday that I left Zhifule. I stopped briefly at the top of Olympos Snow Peak, and then set off again.Measured by the standards of the outside world, it has only been two days since Pandora gained her life and name, and one and a half of them stayed in the human world.The half-month accumulated on that is an unknown fantasy.

Pandora opened her eyes.

The current scene is somewhat similar to the moment when she was born with wisdom.But she no longer knows nothing and wants nothing.

Her body was anointed with clean spring water, and the young women whispered around her, twisted her hair, and put necklaces and bracelets on her.It is not the three goddesses of beauty that adorn her, but human beings who have similar warm bodies to her.

This is Epimea, the noble and stalwart city built by Epimetheus, the Titan Protoss.

A veil dyed orange with saffron falls from the bride's tiara.

The women surrounding her spread out slightly.Pandora got up meanderingly, and walked out along the path made by the crowd, walking into a night similar to a dream within a dream.

She always held a splendid box in her hand.She is a god-given bride who came from Olympos escorted by Hermes, the messenger of the gods, and brought a car full of rare treasures.She didn't explain, and no one dared to ask what it was.

——This is a gift from the gods to mankind, including my gift to you.After stepping into the palace of Epimetheus, find a chance to open it where no one is there as soon as possible.

- Then call me, I will take you away.