#;mpxeris

[mperosx]

❛ i’m not a monster. ❜

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  “I wouldn’t claim you to be,” he says softly, hand reaching out. He doesn’t touch her, but he does offer up his hand to guide her back from this precipice of possible self-depreciation. He can’t have her there for he knows all too well what’s it’s like to sit there himself based on something that is apparently “in his nature”. Some things can’t be helped since it is theirs to burden, but compassion for this goes a long way.

  And Eros feels that deities of other base emotions get the short end of sticks with people; they too cannot help some of the things that they do. Eris, his long time friend and confidant, is one such person. She brings chaos merely with her whim if she so chooses but there were times when it was even beyond her ability to control the upheaval. Today appears to be one such day.

  “You’re not a monster. You’re not wicked or vile or mean or terrible,” he erases the words spilled from uneducated tongues. “You keep a balance that they’ll never understand- they will never fully comprehend the sweep of your attention brings the sweetness of calm that they crave. They need you far more than they will ever know. In the wake chaos, comes the storm of peace.”

[mperosx]

On Love & Chaos || Eris&Eros

Cont. from here with @mpxeris

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   The love god rolls his eyes at her question. “I did not forget to mention it.”

  It was on purpose that he didn’t talk much to a plethora of gods from back home on Olympus. He hadn’t truly been in their circle since he was small and it was only aggravated by his frolicking with more humans than most could shake a stick at. Nor was it aided by his blatant and oftentimes, flamboyant personality that though they were gods in a new age, some still were upset by. Eros wasn’t hated and he didn’t necessarily hate his divine counterparts but at times he found them to be a little…..well, not his groove.

  “I didn’t bring it up with a lot of people because I didn’t know how they would take it. Though I suspect a fair deal better than the bar stools took your sudden attention to their details,” he retorts. He’s still mad about Minx but at least he is making a light joke about the situation. She knew him well enough in their past to know even now that it’s how he copes with things. When she sits down beside him Eros shifts so he can lean his head on her shoulder. His pink sunset-colored hair smells like the fancy conditioner he uses and some lingering scent of the perfume Ama wears as he lightly nuzzles her arm. Her words about staying seem to register then and he makes a little surprised noise but doesn’t move yet.

   “Stay as in live here or stay as in you’re just visiting for havoc and then will leave me to clear it up and disappear?” He does lift his head then to look at her now, the blue and brown of his eyes searching hers. “And what whims? I can do most within reason.”

    Eros is what he is, and to an extent, that terrible chaos still runs a course through his veins too so mischief shines in his eyes now. They narrow for a second as if he might be waiting for her answer but before it can leave her lips he poses another one. A softer one.

  “Would you have come to my wedding Eris? And been happy for me?”

[mperosx]

“ you are my favorite person. ”

[𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 || No longer accepting ]

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   The love god narrows his eyes at the words she has spoken. He’s still mad about her causing a ruckus in his establishment and the damage of having to apologize to the patrons therein. Eros had always considered his business, Minx, to be one of caliber, class, and at times poetic chaos but not literal chaos! Clearly wounded still he grumps, wings on his back shimmering into sight to fluff and then bristle before quivering and then, ultimately, sag on his shoulders in defeat.

   She was and is still one of his closest friends. One of his more destruction but still, the flip side to his coin. They were made of the same stardust that formed the fragments of what humans call emotions now and he doesn’t fail to remember it. With a resigned sigh, Eros looks at her again with his odd eyes and replies, “Then don’t mess up what I work on.”

  His hand moves and he pats the space on the chaise next to him where he had been resting in the cleaned up burlesque lounge. “I know you were upset but that wasn’t very ...” he struggles to find a word now. She is Chaos and Discord, Eris is not exactly a nice girl. Sighing he gently pretends, but doesn’t actually, boop her on the nose. “A text, darling, does just as good.”