Eros-Psyche RP.

[spiritoferos]

She hadn't been in the Room of Requirement, and when he'd stormed into Duo's room, neither of them had been there either. Psyche hadn't signed up for any classes that Eros knew of (but she hadn't even sent him an owl saying she was moving out, why would she tell him if she'd signed up for classes either?), so that only left Sortings. He'd managed

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[late_born_myth]

Psyche came out of the Sorting Room, smiling softly to herself. It wasn't her usual brilliant smile--she was tired, and though the panicky shock had warn away, she still felt off-center and a bit numb. But the various conversations she'd had (whether friendly, thoughtful, or combatative) had helped her feel she had at least a chance of figuring out what to do next. If she could just get a little sleep...and there was a question: where was she going to spend the night?

Lost in thought, she almost walked into Eros, and the arrow's point.

When she did suddenly see him, she gasped and took an involuntary step back, then tried to compose herself. "G-good evening," she said, idiotically after a moment. "You're back." He was so terribly beautiful, she thought, so shining and perfect that it didn't seem to have any relevance to her. She had no idea how she'd dared...or even wanted to dare...to touch him, kiss him, hold him. It was like being married to a bolt of lightning, or an unimaginably distant planet: entirely unbelievable.

[spiritoferos]

"Yes." And Eros had so much to tell her about how much he had missed her, how much he loved her and how glad he was to have her back and how everything would be perfect again within a few moments. None of those words came to him though, the god again rendered momentarily speechless by the divinity of his wife's beauty.

No matter what happened, he never tired of her.

But she had stepped backwards. Away from him. Shifting his hold on the arrow without thinking about it, balancing it between his thumb and forefinger as if he could launch at her like a mini-javelin, he queried, "Why did you step away?"

Softly, voice almost hypnotic, willing her to come to him, he extended his free hand in her direction and coaxed, "Come back, Psyche. I brought the arrow to make it all better." His words were those of a petulant child that had done wrong, but then tried to mend it and didn't understand why he wasn't forgiven yet. Because Eros hadn't wanted to stab her in the first place...

[late_born_myth]

He was looking at her as though she were his whole dependence and delight, and it felt horribly, terribly wrong to her. How could he look at her like that, after what he'd done...no, Psyche told herself firmly. It was her fault, too. It was an accident. She took another step back, and unconsciously brought up her arms in front of her (the scratch was a thin white line along one), but forced herself to speak calmly. "I've...had a difficult day, Eros." Fairness made her add, "I suppose you have, too. But I've been...thinking about things. Things I may have overlooked because I...well. Please, just...don't, for a second, please?"

She didn't want him to be looking her at all. She didn't want to talk to him. How could his beauty be so astounding and so meaningless? Her head was buzzing, and her heart was ice, and it didn't help that he was acting like a pouting little boy. Children shouldn't have such power.

[spiritoferos]

"...Things?" The word was incredulous, and the expression of shock on his face matched the disbelief with which he spoke. Psyche - she wasn't coming to him. She was stepping away from him. She- she had her arms up in front of her. As if to protect herself. As if he was a threat to her.

Ludricuous, and if Eros hadn't been so desperate to have Psyche return to him, he would have laughed at the idea of his precious, beloved wife needing to defend herself from him, when he alone of all the gods never quarrelled with his spouse. Holding the arrow more tightly in his hand, the scratch mark on her arm seeming to accuse him, he wasn't even aware of the way his eyes darkened as he spoke, "What things are there to think of, Psyche? You are my wife. My other half. The soul to my heart. This delay is not necessary."

But he loved her still, and so he stayed his hand from shooting her without consent.