♡ . @UnclaimedSea-
I. THE WEAVER
slender hands work their magic upon fabric , the thread pushed through the needle with practiced ease , as though he had done this for a millenia . soft silver locks of hair , highlighted by the colors of blush roll down his shoulders.
A DELICATE SIGHT , for a man the complete opposite . he does not pay her mind , not yet at least . a few seconds pass before his gaze lifts to the woman before him , a brow quirked in silent judgement as he looked her up and down -- a common action he had done to every god , even zeus .
" what makes them different , is that perfection makes them . "
he answered matter of factly , staring down at the garments before a soft golden hue envelops it , undoing the threads as though he were unsatisfied with his work .
" where humans fail , i mend those broken pieces together . i handle all the garments worn by gods , including yours. it is no wonder they had survived the devastating seas . any other god would have completely butchered the quality "