#mperosx

[mphecate]

Never too busy

continuation from here, for @mperosx

Realizing she was unable to predict how long it would take Eros to reply, Hecate decided to put down her phone and reach for a glass of wine, however the goddess would be out of luck as there was none at her place. Instead Hecate fetches a lemon cider from the fridge, right by the time her phone's notification sound chimed twice. 

Eros' response to the casual check-up made her smile briefly. As much as Hecate had her own prejudice towards the love gods, the Greek god of f love was different from the other. At the very least, Eros had her respect and appreciation. And that was the type of person she needed at the moment, someone who could respect her and well, more experienced in the matters of intimate connections. Hecate jumped over the couch, nearly spilling her bottle but managing to save her drink. Okay, he’s available. Here we go. 

She sat up, making sure her hair was tidy, using the phone’s screen reflection as an improvised mirror. Slowly, way too slowly than necessary, Hecate found her way to make a video call with Eros. After all, technology was still her biggest enemy on that human era. The connection rang a couple of times, Hecate took the opportunity to take a sip and once the phone signed as it was picked up, she bowed her head lightly. “Hey there Eros. I apologize for the sudden call. Are you alone? Is Amaterasu around?” The Greek goddess had no issues with the Japanese goddess of the sun, however the topic she wished to discuss with Eros was still too delicate to risk letting other deities in Mount Phoenix be aware of it.

[mpxblairkim]

Get Together | BlairAmaRos

For @amaterasuxmp and @mperosx

How long had it been since she’d gotten together with both Amaterasu and Eros? Blair wasn’t sure and, as the months and weeks had gone by, had really stopped keeping count. But when she received a called from the Goddess, she was dressed and over in a flash. She’d parked her bike in the garage before heading up to their place, Muffin in her arms.

“Ama,” she greeted, a warm smile on her face that she only reserved for people she truly adored, “I thought that Muffin would want to come over and play with Tomoe too.” The little poodle was placed on the ground before Blair reached out to press a kiss to the Goddess’ cheek, “You picked a good weekend to call me over. My next shift isn’t until Tuesday.”

[exmposiris]

[ draw me ]

@mperosx

by now he’s been on the island long enough to have picked up some information about certain places left and right. that is why he knows the next building on his list of places to check out is called minx, and is a burlesque club owned by none other than the primordial god of love, sex and desire. an old acquaintance of his. so old, in fact, that this particular greek god has known him before he was ever even remotely related to the dead, in a time when he still took care of vegetation and fertility. there are some vague memories still within his reach even of a certain event in ancient times when everyone had been riddled with desire and many, many children had sprouted from it.

those are times long gone, of course, but the connection is still enough to make osiris walk into the building without hesitation - or maybe that’s really just the kind of person he is these days. the burlesque club isn’t open yet but when has that ever stopped him? and no, for those wondering, he learned absolutely nothing from the mess he made at babylon. besides, if something similar happens here, eros in all his chaotic glory will probably just enjoy it.

so he walks into the club with little to no worries, strides down the stairs and over the floor. he doesn’t recognise the man standing there by face alone, because faces change, but the aura he exudes is hard not to recognise, and so osiris calmly walks over to some of the chairs, sitting down in one with his hand on the back rest, and then leaning backwards, fully draping himself over the three adjacent chairs.

“draw me,” he says with full conviction, displaying himself in the most seductive position he can manage. “like one of your french girls.”

[exmphades]

Breathe Me In | Eros & Hades

@mperosx 

There are some places where the light of the sun doesn’t touch, and it is in one such places that Hades has been hiding for the last months. He could try and call it lots of other things, but he’s quite done lying to himself and it’s as easy as that. He’s been hiding away from the world, wrapped in nothing but his Underworld and his own thoughts, slowly but surely untangling the strands of his thoughts, emotions and life until he somehow at some point found peace with himself within himself again.

And then the nagging feeling returned to him that made him want to set foot in the mortal world again; or more particularly in the world of immortals.

He’s never been one to go against his impulses, always following his heart which is what had started a big part of this entire mess in the first place, but even that hasn’t made him any smarter - or any less inclined to follow where his heart leads him. There is intelligence in following logic and rationality, but bravery in following where impulse takes you. Hades is a brave man.

Hades is, also, a man who misses his friends.

So if the portal he creates tears a gaping hole in the ground of Minx’s floor and stops just short of devouring a particular chair in which a particular god is snoozing quite comfortably, then that is all particularly well planned out on his part. And if he steps out of the Underworld into the questionable light of the Minx Upperworld, he does so with the measured calm and gentle composure of a man who has overcome the troubles of his past and steps unto the soil of the living world a man reborn - though still in the same skin.

“Hello old friend,” he says, voice soft but tinted with the smile that plays about his lips as the ground closes up behind him again, leaving no trace whatsoever of the gaping hole there had been. He lifts his hands towards his old friend then, opening his arms slightly in an almost tender invitation for a hug.

[mpxruyi]

[✉: RH:] I know we never talk anymore, but I may need to ask you a favor. [✉: RH:] it's urgent.. Can you cime back to the island?

[✉: ThatWingedFool] And what could be so important as to warrant a digital request from you? You didn’t even spell all your words right.

[✉: ThatWingedFool] Did you forget how to dress yourself? You were always more infantile than you portray yourself.

[dakotaxmp]

Cake For Days - ‘Kota//Hyuna ft. Eros

[[Started at the bottom, now we here]] with @mpxhyuna & @mperosx

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  At the cheeky words of Eros, Dakota can feel his face heat up, and he drops it instantly into his hands to cover the creep of color lifting to the surface. Dickhead. He’s about to call him on his shit too as he takes his face from his hands finally but he’s distracted.

  ‘What brings you here today?’

   It’s not her words that have him blinking in shock, nor is it the way her body is so close to his, but the way he finds his eyes getting a fresh view of the delights not found in the display case. His gaze lifts from the palms of his hands right on her ample chest and Dakota can feel his mouth go dry. It actually slacks just a bit and on some level, he recognizes that Eros is laughing at him.

   He shuts his mouth and wants to look up. He really does.

   But he’s just as weak as the rest of them in her presence and can’t break away. Jesus help me!

[erisxmp-blog]

@mperosx — ( original )

[TXT: 👑Panic Chord Queen 👑] Always and forever ya sinner

( txt: favorite brat ) Those who sin together stay together 🔥😘

[mptaehyun-blog]

Loveless⌖ Maxx and Eros

@mperosx

Maxx was in Minx and heard the murmurs about the dancer who had just finished. Eros. Maxx ran that name through his head and worked out that they were second cousins? His cousins son. He felt a little weird that he had God cousins as well as demi-god cousins because they were different. It was different, Gods were Gods and Maxx was painfully human. He did however, want to meet the man and waited until Eros re-emerged. 

He walked over to him. “Eros? I’m Maxx, son of Hades.” He thought that establishing their family connection would make it easier to talk. “I guess we’re second cousins. Let me buy you a drink?” 

He didn’t really think he was going to have much in common with Eros, Maxx didn’t believe in love. Love was an illusion that was in the end nothing but a lie to one person. Love died, it withered as the illusion shattered around you, why crave something so ephemeral. Maxx knew the pain in his heart was probably why his view on love was so strong, but then he was a child who was not created in an act of love but rather betrayal and recklessness.