Mar 04, 2008 13:21
With one last shove, Eros manages to slide the couch into place.
Manual labour. Ugh. He finds himself recalling a time when worshippers would gladly decorate interiors on his behalf. Not anymore, apparently. If Goldy wants finely upholstered furniture for the living room of her newly-expanded suite, then that's what she gets - but Eros is the one who has to get it, using his own two hands.
This is probably his own fault. He should have remained all lofty and enigmatic. Far more befitting of a god. But no, he had to go and bear the child himself, and then he had to actually attempt to take part in raising it. The whole situation was a disaster waiting to happen.
So now here he is, taking orders from Goldy; comparing fabric swatches and searching for a wallpaper colour that will help tie the coffee table to the drapes.
Sigh.
goldy,
oom,
eleanor