stay here with me. ( daphne to eros, aaaangst )
she’s unusually fragile today. eros has left her statement hanging longer than she is comfortable with - he can tell by the quiver in her misty eyes, and with the way she clutches the bedsheets to her chest. they’ve shared yet another night together, but this time it’s different. This time, Daphne asks him to stay, even as Eros is putting on his clothes in the mirror. It’s only in the reflection that she can catch a glimpse of the icy stillness in Eros’ expression. How many times has he been in this situation? How many times has he explicitly stated the rules, only for an innocent woman to assume that she is special? how many times will he see daphne and think of her, think of the only one who left him with his own heart, leaving him empty and callous.
“i’ll see you tomorrow, daph.” he sounds apathetic to her plea. he states that he will see her tomorrow, because he will, even despite the hurt that eros puts daphne through. She can’t stay away - and they both know. Stay here with me. Her voice echoes as Eros leaves.
he wishes he could. he wishes psyche did.