Owl to Eros

[superclone]

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*in very childish writing, carefully formed*

[spiritoferos]

Okay! Come up and get them.

~Eros ♥

Re: *in very childish writing, carefully formed*

[superclone]

Kon pushed his way into the Gryffindor dorms, not noticing that his fingers nearly splintered the Pink Lady's frame as he swung it back. He was shaking like a leaf, and, if he had the presence of mind to think about hit, he'd have wondered how he could actually manage to walk in that state. Kon was trying NOT to think-- pinpointing the goal to get to Eros. The rest of his thoughts were taken up by a swirling morass of guilt, angry, fear and depression. And an overwhelming desire to just be numb.

He'd screwed up. he knew he'd screwed up, but Tim had-- Tim was-- Kon raissed his hand to knock on Eros' door and left a dent two inches deep.

Re: *in very childish writing, carefully formed*

[spiritoferos]

The door simply dissolved, and Eros looked up at Kon with a wide, childish smile, friendly and open. He had a mini-quiver slung over his back, complete with arrows, and he held a tiny, beautifully-carved bow in one chubby little hand.

With the other hand, he offered Kon a baby bottle filled with red-purple wine, cheerfully telling him, "Hello, mortal alien person! Would you like a drink first, or to be no longer in love with Timmy-Robin?"

Re: *in very childish writing, carefully formed*

[superclone]

Kon paused, trying to reconcile the young boy he saw before him with the (mostly) self-controlled, if bitchy god that usually wandered the hall of Hogwarts. The sight, in fact, did manage to snap him back into focus a bit, the roiling emotions fading for a moment, as he took in the sheer CUTE that was Eros's child form. "A drink. Yeah." He took the... baby bottle? And stepped inside. "Thanks for doing this."