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@erosrse
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic. - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.
In the name of eternal beauty, he sold his soul to a painting,
Receiving a devil in return.
Having wandered the world through the centuries, he has returned home.
Still searching.
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Mother's Gem
Sitting upon the top of a small brick wall, light giggles softly the goddess as she stared at herself in her mirror. Even she was enjoying the beautiful sight of her own visage, and although she could have stared at her reflection for hours, a sign caught the sight of the goddess. A large smile instantly curled upon her face in excitement. While she had lost her precious temples, the sight of someone naming their store after her was a gem that deserved to be blessed by her.
However as she entered the beautiful flower store, a presence she sensed enthralled her more than the idea of a mortal worshiping her. Aphrodite, with haste, made her way to the charming male and without permission, she slipped behind the counter to pull her precious son upon her bosom in a loving and gentle hug. “Oh my baby Eros. How I have missed my darling son! Oh why have you not contacted me lately? Mother has thought of you ever so much!” She cooed out rapidly as she attacked the top of his head with the lightest of kisses.
[` standing at his post at the counter as usual, Eros had been deeply immersed in a particular arrangement of flowers for a favorite customer. It was not order by her but he simply wanted to thank her for her faithfulness. She would come in each day during her lunch break to relax in the teahouse and he never once saw her leave another flower shop. It was an honor to him that others would appreciate the flowers that grew so beautifully in Aphrodite’s Garden. ]
[` with his back to the door, he was so deep in his work that he had not even heard the small bell at the entrance go off to signal a customer entering the shop but the air that filled the room upon her entrance, made his hands pause. a tulip hovered in the air just over the arrangement waiting to placed in, the stem grasped lightly. It couldn’t be…but there was no mistaking it. Before he could even turn around to verify that it was in fact the goddess herself, his beloved mother, he was pulled into her bosom and her precious lips covered him in kisses. ]
[` he felt very much like the boy he was around her, his much larger frame bending over to accommodate for her shorter height. He was in heaven in her arms. With his cheek pressed to the lovely swell of her breasts that he loved to sleep upon when she allowed, his arms forgot all about the favored customer and hugged her tiny waist in a tight embrace. He didn’t even have to look up at her but he could not help it. He had to see her face. He had so many questions for her but he held them all in as his chocolate brown eyes shifted to look through the fringe of tawny locks, his hues filled with a boyish innocence that only she could bring out in him that in a more intimate moment would turn upon her with that of a lecher. ]
Mother! There is no excuse. Forgive me but I have thought of you a thousand times over each day I was not by your side.
[` the words spilled from him as if she might disappear at any moment. He wouldn’t allow it, his hug on her waist tightening as he felt his heart tug at the thought of being separated from her again. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to her sweet rosy lips, his parting to capture her plump bottom lip between his own and lingering for several seconds before he resumed his position. His obsession with her was always rather overzealous and he often toed the line and overstepped boundaries of mother and son but it was as if he could not stop himself. He worshipped her very existence in all its wondrous glory. ]
[` with his mind still on the tingling feeling of her lips upon his, he nuzzled his cheek softly against her breasts, eyes closing in his delight. He threw away the strict rule he kept of maintaining a work appearance for her. He would throw away anything for her. He would never make another mistake like Psykhe and betray his mother again. The guilt still hung heavy in his heart. ]
Is all well, mother? I’ve missed you terribly so.
【 Appearance is a deception ━ a picturesque semblance of impossibility; a thing she knows well for hidden perfectly behind innocent orbs laid morbidity. Impressions made and destroyed ━ such a delicate feat ━
and thus began the cautious dance of immorality. 】
❝The intentions of lust are never pure.❞
【 Could her actions be deemed as vileness?
For naughty fingers descended down the elegant curve of milky neck, and ebony hues gleamed as they hid underneath full and dark lashes.
Down, down, down!
Lewd digits travelled ━ only halted once they met the valley of beautifully round breasts. A taunt. A tease. A malicious attempt to stir the foreign stranger into an uncontrollable whirlwind ━ how absolutely delightful it would be to meet the true face behind perfectly sculpted cheekbones!
So she placed her feet forward
in this tango.
First step. 】
❝As many would say about you ━ I’m sure. Ah, a name is but a name. But tell me, do you really want to know? Or ━ no.❞
【 & scarlet lips pulled into precious smile.】
❝You would rather hear me say your name.❞
[` a temptress in every sense of the word and while he could feel the lingering aura around her with which he could only compare to the likeness of those born of Hades, he did not cower or recoil. He was fully aware of the risk he was taking in dancing with this fire but it did not stir him in the slightest. He was a son of Ares. For him to back down from danger in any form was an insult to his blood. ]
[` The rash boldness of Ares would not allow him to back down and the sensual desire of Aphrodite propelled him forward to take his own first step in this dance, the immense power resting just beneath his façade filling the air between them of a physical strength matched by no other with temptation throwing forth its tendrils to tug at her. They slipped along her perfectly sculpted chin and neck to follow the path of those treacherous fingers just as his eyes did like a moth to a flame before completely engulfing both her curvy thighs and breasts that teased him so in such a lowcut shirt.]
[` Those mischievous invisible hands of pleasure that caressed her touched her in places his eyes only dared to take a short glance to before they pulled back all at once, his body standing to its full height as his chest broadened just slightly. The boyish smile had begun to dim behind the smirk that had begun to show the small hints of the man he really was. ]
You have me there. My mind is anything but pure at the moment and for that I’ll have to ask for forgiveness once more.
[` despite his words and actions, he still offered up a mostly innocent smile aside from the slight wandering of his eyes before they settled back on her face with a gentle chuckle that rumbled in his chest, a deep and rich sound. ] If I were to tell you, would you grant that request? [` tawny eyes came to a rest upon hers, the golden colored hues darkened just slightly with the very blatant desire. ]
I am Eros.
Reunited-- AND IT FEELS SO GOOD || erosrse
"Of course you do," Priapos shook his head as he separated slightly from the tight embrace while acting as though he was slightly ashamed of his brother for being such a devoted son— hell, it made Priapos look mighty bad in front of their mother. Priapos was always breaking hearts and causing boundless mischief while Eros simple flew about obeying their mother’s every word. In reality he couldn’t care less. He knew he held their mother’s love all the same. In fact, he very much liked things the way they were; For Eros being the apple of their mother’s eye had been able to rescue him a couple of times from her wrath. He was truly a brother of blood and soul.
"More like mother’s done with having me causing havoc in Olympus," Loud boisterous laughter followed his response but was cut short rather quickly by an added whisper which would soon have them bother snickering, "and she’s very much done having her lovers stolen." Of course that had not been why he’d come to earth at all. It was merely all a jest to hide the fact that he’d come down to enamour his ever hateful sister, Methe, who had also been denying him of her wine which was why he’d been shamefully forced to buy his own. Even if Eros was his beloved brother he still couldn’t take any chances in letting his mother know just how deeply he’d been taken in by his very own sister. Aphrodite would never allow him to live it down.
"Celebration? Och— more like I’ve been cut off. My wine supplier has been refusing me my share. It’s a harsh world we live in nowadays, brother. What about you, mm?" With a sharp bob of his chin to the side he gestured toward the bottle of wine that was carefully being wrapped in a plastic bag for his brother.
The other gods and goddesses are simply just too jealous of her to let her leave in peace. With our fathers gone, I like to make sure that she’s okay from time to time. Her heart is a delicate gem and should be cherished.
[` as he spoke, his hands had clasped in front of his chest, a lovesick smile settling on his features. He was completely smitten with the very existence of their mother and he made no attempts at hiding it. Aphrodite had always enjoyed the attention he’d given her and though he used his good rapport to get himself and Priapos out of many a situation where they should have been scolded, he was always genuine with her. He always knew that neither son was favored between the two of them or the rest but it was simply the influence of Aphrodite herself inside of him that turned him to mush whenever her saw her. It was often to the point where others questioned whether he was truly the son of Ares as well. ]
[` at the others admission, the gods head shook slowly with a playful roll of his eyes, a smile settling on his lips. This was classic Priapos to him and a very valid reason indeed but even though he shared in the laughter with his best friend and brother, he could not ignore the slight inkling in the back of his head that there was something else as well. Mother had put up with Priapos’ antics for a long time, granted Eros had always been there to lessen the blow, but he did not suspect his promiscuity would be reason enough for her to send him to Earth if she did in fact send him away. He did not voice this concern though and resigned to asking about it in reply to the next letter he received. ]
The son of Dionysus being denied wine. This is a very harsh world indeed, brother.
[` at the mention of his own bottle, he reached for it and pulled it from the counter as he offered up his credit card. The same smitten smile that he wore with each conquest blossomed on his face as he turned to his brother. It was a look he wore often and one could tell on first glance that Eros was at it again. ]
Oh I have met the second loveliest woman of my life, brother. Raven locks cascading like a waterfall lit by moonlight. Eyes as dark as the bottom of the sentient sea. Breasts and hips as curvaceous as the mountains of Olympus themselves with legs that seek no end. She is an absolutely stunning woman, Priapos. Her lips are as soft as silk and her heart of gold. A goddess among humans and I seek to make her mind.
♔ Erosrse
He was still, the alabaster smoke snaking through and around his delicate fingers and up his arm as if to caress. His eyes were the same, lifeless in color and thought, hooded with white lids and thick lashes that nearly shaded his vision—a small smile with an unnoticeable jolt of the shoulders came to him, “If they’ve got to the mind to remember it’s gone, they must have self control then,” His gaze lifted up from the snow and another puff of nicotine was inhaled; he held his breath. The words tumbled out along with the grey, “Fifteen…maybe sixteen, who knows,” specks of black hopped off the gasper, dissolving into the white before taking another breath in, his eyes closing for a moment, “No reason to count the years anyway.” Why the celestial being was interrogating with such pointless questions was a mystery to him, however he felt blessed to encounter one. He hadn’t seen the face of a god in a while but he dare not bring it up.
[` the longer he spent with this one, the more…off he seemed. He was not as the other humans were and to the god who only knew the beings that existed on Olympus as well as the Titans, he could not place this one. Hell. To him vampires were only legends he’d read about in books until recently upon encounters with one. At some point Eros had figured if he kept up the small talk that he would gain some sort of hint or perhaps a reason as to why this one was sitting so oddly to him. ] Such a young age… [` the comment was said distractedly as he was quite distracted by his thoughts before he asked lightly, tawny eyes still looking upon the other curiously. ] I don’t think I caught your name. [` it wasn’t as if he had any reason to but still a formality was a formality. ] I’m Sungjoon. [` he did not use his true name, still unsure as if to whether he should or not. ]
[[ with that being said, obviously the easiest form of contact would be AIM for the time being. just ask for either or should you want to plot/interact. sighs. I hate this fucking laptop.
[[ I’m still here but my laptop has been on the fritz for a few days so blame that piece of shit for my slowness. Today the damn thing decided to dim everything to the point where I can’t see shit so just— I’m gonna have my dad look at it and work on it. I drafted replies for Eros and was in the middle of these replies when it decided to be a cock. I’m sorry guys.
[text] you should. fenris says i shouldn't get it because we're going in to get our couple tattoos done and a collarbone piercing would just distract from my tattoo
[✉] …couple tattoos? i thought you guys were just best friends.
[✉] i googled the piercings. i’m not a big fan but if they’re what you want, love, you don’t need my approval.
[text] I'm thinking about getting a collarbone piercing. Yes/no?
[✉] ....a what? What is that, love?
[✉] should I Google it?
|| tracker on my page updated
|| so my muse had faded for a bit there...
And beneath the soles of her feet crushed yet another skull on the ruins of the battlefield, the ashes wisping away to be carried by a passing breeze and fall once again on the land stained with the blood and tears of the innumerable soldiers who fought until their very last breath as she sat perched to revel in the glory she’d created.
The land was at unrest, souls lingering as they left their hosts, fresh blood still soaking in to nourish the Earth beneath them. As a piece of the small strawberry flavored pocky broke off between her lush lips and fill her mouth with the sweet candy coated treat, large warm brown eyes grazed over the complete and utter carnage with an indifference that was almost inhumane. In fact, her mouth bore the undeniable traces of a smile as she hummed a most jolly tune, her tiny body swaying to the music she created as yet another severed head was bypassed. She was a parasite leeching her energy and sole purpose for existing from the very gruesome spectacle she invoked.
The oversized sweater she wore over her white jeans, a pale pink that matched the slight blush to her soft cheeks, blew in the breeze, unstained and unmarred by the battle. She did not fight. Oh no. She watched and she rejoiced, her incessant child-like laughter that rang from the highest peak on a neighboring untouched castle where she took her seat during the horrific event brought forth louder moans from the men as they were impaled by sharp blades driven through their chests. It brought forth more audible cracking of bones as men who’d simply tripped and fell during the confusion were trampled to their demise by the horses of their fellow soldiers. It brought forth a cloud of despair, rage, and sheer discord and chaos that hung over the entire battlefield from the moment it began and till now, the blood saturating the Earth pooling in puddles reminiscent of those created on a rainy day. All knew who she was.
For she was Eris.
Goddess of chaos, strife, discord, contention and rivalry.
And she lived to leech the battlefields of it’s despair and delight in the bloodshed.
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ALSO since Eris is a sideblog on Eros' account, I realized I can't do as much as I need to for her account so I'm going to move her to a new blog entirely and just-- SOBS. feel free to keep reblogging the follow post and I'll just follow from the new blog I'll make for her.
Reunited-- AND IT FEELS SO GOOD || erosrse
He’d heard the all too familiar husky voice from about four aisles down and his body immediately turned in its directions— there he was. His lips immediately curled into a disbelieving smile as he cocked his head to the side like his usually cocky self would do. His hands had slipped into his pockets and he gave the shaggy haired god a once over, laughing to himself as he did so. Ah, he really just couldn’t believe the sight before him.
"Eros, you lovedog, you’re a damn sight. What on earth are you doing so far from mother’s skirts eh?" Priapos teased his half-brother, enjoying the sweet sight of him far too much. He could still recall as if it had only been yesterday all the mischief he’d strung Eros into. Their shenanigans had caused countless headaches, especially when it had involved any sort of female creature. Ahh, Eros— while he was busy creating ways to proclaiming his love for a certain creature, Priapos had been busy claiming her at his bed. It had caused quite the many skirmishes between them but somehow they’d all ended up with a couple of bruises here and there and their bond entwined ever so much more. Despite the difference in their fathers they’d never allowed any such fact create a gap between them till their own contrasting duties and personalities drifted them apart, but now it was almost as if all those had been forgotten. His brother was with him once again.
[` his smile widened as his brother turned to face him, a laugh bursting from him in both excitement and happiness at seeing a familiar face in a sea of strangers. sure they'd had their differences but any siblings as close as they were were bound to have disagreements. fortunately it never drew them from each and only made them closer. seizing the wine bottle in his hand with an affirmed grip, he started over to the counter, embracing his brother in a warm hug. he set the bottle down to be rang up, the smile still wide on his face at the welcomed sight. ] I came out for a bit of fun of my own. I still check up on her though. What about you? Done chasing skirts around Olympus? [` known for his attachment and obsession with Aphrodite, Eros had quickly become the local momma's boy of Olympus but he had no shame. their mother was a goddess among goddesses in his eyes and he treated her as such. ] It's no surprise to find you around spirits. Your father must be proud. [` he chuckled, head nodding towards the bags hanging by the others side almost bursting with countless bottles. ] Is there some kind of celebration I should know about?
