“I’m not looking for a man to love.”
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“Then just sleep with him,” Eros says decisively.
“You don’t always need to love someone to connect with them. You don’t always need every connection to be deep and lasting. The beauty of falling for something- and even for someone- is that you can do it over and over and over again. In any style, at any time for as long or as little as you like. As long as you don’t hurt anyone and all parties are consenting, then nothing stands in your way except societal reservations. And that’s your problem.”
The god continues to water the overabundance of plants that adorn nearly every inch of his balcony on one side. He has come to find that by simply being back and admitting that he is himself in this form that others have found their ways to reintroduce themselves to him. Many just by strolling up and talking. In the case of the demigod in his home now- he had been let in by the lavender-haired boy, Dakota, that frequently comes around to visit.
The god turns then, the brush of his wings on the ground like a hushed sigh, to look at the other male. His words are direct and to the point but his expression holds interest. A smile as disarming as the flowers he waters blooms on his features.
“But for the right price, I can make you irresistible.”