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[late_born_myth]

*Psyche returns to the room she shares with Eros, intent on changing her dress, which was snagged in a few places by the roses she's been strewing all over the castle. Her skin, of course, is proof against scratches from everything but divine weapons, but the thing about wearing real fabrics (instead of simply calling into existence gorgeous unearthly silks) is that they do get damaged sometimes. She is smiling to herself about the roses, and the entry she stopped to make in the fanfic, and (of course) about Eros, when she notices a scrap of paper left out on their bed. He must have meant her to find it: it's too conspicious. While, at the same time, being completely safe to leave out in plain sight, as no intruders, even if they could read the Minoan linear alphabet, would be able to make out Eros's handwriting. Even Psyche has to puzzle over the shapes of a few letters. It seems to be a list of...couples.*

Oh, my.