#;psyche

[audaciiae]

Eros smiles over at his love as they rest in bed, and tugs her over so she can settle in his arms. (For Psyche)

Psyche stretches and yawns, settling in Eros' arms with a content hum. All the trials and tribulations she's endured for this are certainly worth it now that she gets to properly be in his arms without worry. Her fingers absently trace circles on his chest, a small smile on her face. "I love you," she murmurs, resting her head on his shoulder. "Forever."

[wickederos-blog]

How many have you loved before Psyche? How many have you loved afterwards?

I loved before Psyche and continue to love many in an earthly sense of the word. In the physical, unbridled way of it. Even in the soft, light sense of love that comes between platonic bonds. But romantic love? Soulbinding, clenching, mind crazed love? Never before her. And never have I encountered anything like it thus far. 

[blitzkrieged]

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