Broken promises

He was running now, his legs a blur and while he should have been panting he found he had no shortness of breath, no ache in his muscles as he pushed into a sprint then suddenly stopped, on a dime, as his son materialized before him. The salt and pepper boy standing right there, looking as healthy as Helios remembered. For a moment the russet man only stared and gaped, frozen in place. Then just as suddenly he was rushing forwards to embrace his son, to feel the boy?s form and to draw in his scent.
"Hermes." He muttered softly, only to himself as if reminding himself that the boy had once been real and not a figment of his sleeping mind. Then he was pulling away, a grin plastered upon his usually stoic face. "Your mother is fine, in fact- she is pregnant, you are going to get some younger siblings." I only wish you could meet them, I only wish you would get to see them.


"Speech"