Idle times
They were in the mortal world, in some park that Phlegethon had taken him to after being summoned by one of the River of Fire's brothers - Akheron. They sat on the grass, Himeros lying stretched out with his head on Phlegethon's lap. It was beautiful day and he felt wonderful, simply wonderful.
The River of Fire was carding his fingers through his riotous curls and he could feel himself growing drowsy, purring just a little bit.
"This is nice," he murmured. "Very nice."
Now, if only Pothos were here and then everything would be perfect.
"Meeting your brother was not as nerve-wracking as I imagined it would be. It was all right. We were all right." He smiled brilliantly at his lover - lovers truly because they had been introduced to each other's families.
The River of Fire was carding his fingers through his riotous curls and he could feel himself growing drowsy, purring just a little bit.
"This is nice," he murmured. "Very nice."
Now, if only Pothos were here and then everything would be perfect.
"Meeting your brother was not as nerve-wracking as I imagined it would be. It was all right. We were all right." He smiled brilliantly at his lover - lovers truly because they had been introduced to each other's families.