#*eros

[anisexmp]

shield – Anise shields Eros from danger (slime, which he hates)

“Eros!”

It’s not like Anise and Eros spend that much of their free time hanging out. Heck, Anise doesn’t actually have that much free time, and Eros doesn’t exactly seem to either. But when they do they sometimes spend it wandering malls and whatnot, Anise looking for cheap books and stim toys and Eros looking for...well, whatever it is that Eros looks for at the mall. Clothes, maybe? Also stim toys? She doesn’t exactly pay much attention to his shopping habits, especially not with how over-stimulating the mall can get for her after wandering in it for too long.

One of the weekend pop-ups today turns out to be a worst case scenario for the both of them - a slime making station for young children. And boy howdy are those kids going at their slime. It’s disgusting. It’s obscene. It’s-

Coming right for them!

A particularly young - or perhaps just uncoordinated child - is apparently running to show their mother the nasty snot-green slime they had apparently just made, running through their fingers with a viscosity that is decidedly too fluid to be slime. It takes an incredibly quick calculation, but Anise decides that she can tolerate a slime bomb much better than Eros can, because apparently the kid’s mom is standing right behind the pair. As such, Anise shoves Eros off to the side and lets the kid run slime-first into her full force, snot-green globs dropping off her jacket for a few silent, tense moments before Anise finally lets out a wailing shriek and begins slapping her hands at her sides.

“GROSS!!”

So much for this jacket. Good thing they’re at a mall.

[dionysusxmp]

it wasn’t a healthy relationship.

“Yeah, I...made some bad decisions back in the day, huh?”

Dionysus says this like he doesn’t absolutely still make bad decisions, but he likes to think his bad decisions have at least gotten a little better. A little more interesting, maybe. Better bad decisions. He sighs. He hadn’t meant to get into a conversation about his age-old exes, but he had certainly ended up doing so. Maybe that’s just the effect that Eros has on him. Considering how complicated his relationship with love is, he wouldn’t be surprised if Eros’s powers evoked some pretty strange reactions in him.

“He wasn’t, like, all bad, though. Not...not really.”

[dionysusxmp]

“Why do you have to flaunt my insufficiency?” he asks wobbling.

“What can I say, Eros, you’re a lightweight!”

Everyone is a lightweight compared to the god of intoxication. He could drink endlessly and not get drunk, or drink just a little bit and get hammered. That’s just one of his fun little powers that comes with the territory. With his ability to instantly sober up - or at least, to sober up just enough - Dio had decided to walk Eros home before he headed back to his own apartment. The last thing he needs is the whole city in uproar because their golden boy had gotten in trouble on his way home from a late night drinking excursion.

Besides, the guilt would eat Dionysus alive.

“Not that it’s a bad thing! I mean, you can drink less and enjoy more! Amiright?” His own words are slurred with drink, the remnants of a solid buzz that Dio can maintain indefinitely. Not that he usually chooses to; some things require a clear mind and steady hands. Having fun with a friend is not one of those times.

“Any stops on the way home, mate?”

[dionysusxmp]

(Reverse) [ tug ]

reverse [ tug ]   my muse gripping your muse’s hair.

The playful tug on Eros’s hair was a mere extension of Dionysus’s flirting. Because of the past that they shared, it wasn’t an uncommon occurance between them. At least, it didn’t used to be. Now things seemed to be changing, and Eros didn’t respond like he used to. It almost made Dio want to try and get things back like they used to be.

But rivers can never flow backwards. Even the god of insanity knew that.

“I know, I know, no touching. Like, not like that. I was just playin’.”

[anisexmp]

(Reverse) [ challenge ]

“I’ll PROVE love ain’t that great. ‘Kay, loverboy? Knowledge will always overpower feeling.”

Anise isn’t sure how she got into this argument. Perhaps discovering a god of love and sexual desire and whatnot put her off more than she would have liked to admit. But here she is opposite him in the street, practically fuming as her bat wings crawl like shadowy smoke from her shoulder blades and materialize on her back. Now they’re even heaven’s wings against hell’s.

“We race. I’ll fly my way, you fly yours, across the island,” the girl snaps. She’s pretty confident in her ability to read the wind, even though the air is not her first choice of elements. But she knows air currents, she knows the way warm and cold air move, and she’ll show this flighty god that her knowledge shouldn’t be underestimated against his emotion.

[dionysusxmp]

poor unfortunate souls! || w/Eros

Cntd from here with @mperosx

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 Eros regards the wild god of drunkery with a deadpan look and tone as he retorts, “One man’s help is another man’s jail time DiDi. I’m not so young nor so foolish as I used to be and I will be tempted into one of your little drunken nakey nakey circles. Goodness knows the last time we go up and into that kind of conduct there was mass hysteria and some unsuspecting people’s may have lost a leader.”

 But the god is one of trickery in his own right and so while Eros speaks these convictions of having nothing whatsoever to do with Dionysus’s games for the upcoming Litha, he is intrigued. And easily swayed if the offering is right. His two colored eyes capture the smile of his lips over the rim of the wine glass before he drinks from it.

 “Though if we had some sensible, more fortunate and perhaps modern souls to engage in a healthy dance spree, who knows? You may very well be a savior of sorts,”

*~*~*~*

“Listen, Rosey, buddy, I can’t be held accountable for what people bring to my parties! You know well as I do that people gonna bring their coke and do it in the bathroom or whatever. And I’m not about to stop ‘em.”

Nowadays, Eros was proving to be a slightly harder target for Dionysus to entice, but the god was dead set on it and rarely gave up on a challenge. Besides, the mass hysteria and slight murder had only been a little bit his own fault. Surely Eros wouldn’t hold that against him!

Anyway, his Litha bacchanal wouldn’t be complete without the god of lust. A good friend in his own right. Well, if poor unfortunate souls wouldn’t fit the bill, Dio would just have to tighten up the guest list.

“Tell you what: I’ll grab some nymphs who wanna party down and we can get us a little VIP section where I’ll treat you to a bottle from my personal collection. Solid vintage, goes down like honey. How’s that sound?”

[benzaitenmp]

❛ You have my blessing. I didn’t realize you were so old-fashioned. ❜

“of all people, eros-sama, you should know how dearly i hold tradition.”

as the god’s senior, as she is the senior of most gods, benzaiten has elected to take the other for lunch at noona, the loveliest restaurant that the goddess had heard of as of yet. there are so many things she has yet to do, and she is pleased to have a familiar face to accompany her as she gets acquainted with her present home.

she is, as usual, dressed in one of her many extravagant kimonos, a simple one this time that mimics the abstract appearance of bamboo and embroidered here and there with green and golden leaves. as she takes in the restaurant she is immediately filled with anticipation for their coming meal together.

“and so it is essential that you let me treat you.”

with a slightly impish smile, the goddess bypasses the god as she follows their waiter to a table she had previously reserved.

“so please, sit.”