Paying what's owed ---
Himeros.
Q and Anteros.
Mum and Dite --- and that mangy mutt-thing.It was mess. A fucking mess. A downward spiral with nowhere else to go but down, down, down. Trite sayings of "There's nowhere else to go but up" given with bright smiles and in a singsong voice. They made him retch at the ridiculousness of it. They were entirely false. There was ( Read more... )
Q and Anteros.
Mum and Dite --- and that mangy mutt-thing.It was mess. A fucking mess. A downward spiral with nowhere else to go but down, down, down. Trite sayings of "There's nowhere else to go but up" given with bright smiles and in a singsong voice. They made him retch at the ridiculousness of it. They were entirely false. There was ( Read more... )
Adonis lifted his head from bed and stared at the intruder. The dog knew this one's scent from the god's earlier visitation here, but there was a contemptuous scent aura emitting fresh off the god that the dog hadn't recognized before. The difference made Adonis stand up with erect ears turned toward the god as he released a sharp alarming bark.
Anteros hadn't heard Pothos' prodding words, most evident by the condition of his lethargic body which remained unresponsively limp under hot coco induced sleep. However, the sound of his pet's noisy utterance pierced through the wall of unconsciousness and imbued him into the state of near wakefulness between dreaming and consciousness.
Under insulating covers limbs became animate, body sluggishly turning over on his back and legs shifting downward in a stretch, toes halting against the lump that was a sternly planted paw. A groggy hint of cerulean peeked out from under heavy lids as he lifted his head from his pillow enough to cast a quizzical look at his dog with all intentions of returning to slumber after the intrusion until his weary eyes followed his dog's alert gaze to...Pothos.
He dropped his head back onto the pillow and waited for his eyes to adjust to insomnolence.
Dazed: "What do you want Pothos?”
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"What is the matter, Anteros? Are you feeling unwell?"
Placing a hand on the erote's brow, "You do not seem all too warm."
Fingers travelling down till they caressed the god's cheek and then jaw, "But perhaps I can make you feel better all the same?"
He purposely ignored the question asked of him, Anteros would find out in time. In all due time.
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Sitting up and pushing Pothos' roaming fingers from his face with a certain pomp he flared: "Doubtable."
His eyes searched his bed chamber and then clenching his eyes together he chose to do a quick astral projection and sweep of his home for and locating his dog in the sitting room where Anteros gave the dog a mental command to stay put.
He opened his eyes and his look gravitated back toward Pothos, "Don't tell me I'm going to have to invest in placing more wards over more than my armory."
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Frowning, a look of mock horror and confusion on his face, "Investing in wards? To keep me away? Why ever would you wish to do that? As said, I am only here to make amends. Many, many, many amends as they are owed."
He sighed gustily, hands dropping to his lap and lowering his head (in contrition, of course). "I was remiss. Awfully remiss in my actions. They were hasty and rash and cruel. I should not have done what I did to you. All I can do is offer my humble apologies in the hope of you accepting them."
His eyes slid up to look at Anteros from under lowered lashes.
He could certainly apologize with the best of them. And he meant his apology. Partly.
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Anteros couldn't tell whether he was sincere or not, and actually he'd suspected Pothos had came here to get his virility back.
Swallowing hard, "I don't wish to keep anyone who would seek me out distanced...but what you did---?"
Hiding his eyes under the cover of his hand, "How did you fail? What responsibility do you take exactly? I would like to know if you are sincere..."
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But one - he had never been good at waiting.
And two - left to their own devices, Cupid and Anteros would still be circling one another endlessly.
"I am sincere. What I did was wrong and borne of cresting, ridiculous emotions on my part. And I would just like to assure you that that particular madness is gone."
Torn away from me.
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Anteros was joking, yes? This was some ridiculous ploy to get him to forget his intended punishment and subsequent revenge on Unrequited. Yes? Yes.
YES?
"Uh...of course not. That is why he decided to jump you, shag you senseless into one of your mother's chaise lounges in the middle of her temple and cum so quickly there are now records for it as the Quickest Quickie ever."
By all the gods.
Apparently, stupidity was inherent in all of Dite's children. Not just Himeros.
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Pert, sharp and sarcastic: "How very silly of me. I thought all that was your doing?"
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"But not all. Afterwards, when I was on...incapicated, that was no longer my influence. When he touched you then, kissed you then, Loved you then, it was him and him alone that influenced every lingering caress and heated press of lips."
Anteros. Did. Not. Know.
Had. Not. Known.
This was interesting.
Very interesting.
Eyes wide and unblinking (the very picture of innocence), "You did not know?"
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"Not while it was happening of course---but after," he turned his face away from Pothos to smile and almost appeared bashful.
There was a relief in knowing Cupid hadn't been a puppet when he'd initiated that first kiss.
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A puzzled frown on his face (not entirely true as he knew exactly what was happening), as if there was a great mystery to be unravelled, "You never knew? How Cupid felt for you? You never knew that he wanted you? Wanted you in ways that perhaps you wanted him?"
...
Was he match making?
...
He had better not be.
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"I just wanted my brother back; however he would have and want me.
"You're so very inquisitive. Why?"
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He swallowed, instinctively looking away from Anteros. "I ---"
He cleared his throat. "I was just ---"
He cleared his throat again. "I just wanted to know ---"
if you and Cupid had a chance. Ever had a chance.
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