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"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Ἐρατώ Erato "desired" or "lovely "Muse of Lyric & Love Poetry

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Her discomfort was easily picked on, though only because Ares was looking for it. Knowing he could pull that reaction from others was enough to boost his ego. But he couldn’t blame her. Being in the presence of a War God wasn’t easy, especially the presence of the War God of War Gods. He glanced down at his armor, the sight bringing what could be considered a charming smile. “Well, I have been known to dabble in fashion, as you can tell.”

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Her smile had faded at this point, she desperately wanted to tell him he needed to clean up... And his attitude wasn’t helping her hold her tongue... What was she really expecting though? “Well,” she refused to follow his eyes to his armor, keeping her’s glued to his face, “I’m sure everyone will think it’s quite lovely... That was what you were going for right?” This was the only amount of guff she could muster towards the God, she was too polite to tell him what she really thought.

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Of course she enjoyed compliments, so Erato giving them so freely was as welcome as the young muse was. Aphrodite glanced at herself a few more times in the mirror before waving it away with a quick gesture. It melted away into nothing and she was free to give the young muse’s request for help of her own some thought. She held the red dress out in front of her, angled towards Erato as though mentally fitting it on her. “This shade is too dark for you, but if you’d like we can look through what I have and we can find you something beautiful.”

Without taking a moment to wait for Erato’s reply Aphrodite was already at the other side of the room, pulling out garments of various luxurious materials. Some were in more vibrant shades, some glittering with embroidered jewels and patterns. “We can play dress up until you find the perfect dress, and if there’s any extra you try and adore you can keep those too.” The purpose of them getting ready was almost forgotten in an instance, Aphrodite was enthralled with the idea of dressing up the beautiful muse. Impatiently she waved the younger goddess over to her side. “Do you have any ideas of what you’d like to wear?”

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Erato's heart was already a flutter with excitement as she crossed the room to Aphrodite. It was a dream. If she was put into a gown even half as beautiful as the one’s she just saw she’d probably melt into a puddle of happiness right there on the Goddess’s floor. Aphrodite’s enthusiasm only fueled the giddiness in the muse.

“Well I like longer dresses, but I think you’re the professional... I wouldn’t know where to start!” Erato replied after some thought, glancing over the dresses Aphrodite had already pulled out. Each one seemed to be more beautiful than the last, such a wardrobe was something she had only ever dreamed of. Running her fingers over the fabrics she muttered in amazement. “These are so beautiful, Aphrodite.”

[missaphrodite-xoxo]

“Which do you think is better?” She asked, her back to whomever she was addressing as she gazed at herself in the long oval mirror. In her hands were two dresses, one of red silk adorned with glittering jewels and the other of sheer see-through fabric with finely stitched bird patterns decorating it. Both would be fine for the occasion, the Winter Solstice was only ever fun for Aphrodite as an excuse to pretty herself up. The actual gathering of the Gods with their lengthy discussions and disagreements grew tedious quickly.

“I think I like the red, but the other should cause quite a stir and Zeus only knows this whole ordeal always needs livening up.” Aphrodite finally glanced over her shoulder, bright eyes taking in the sight of her guest before a welcome smile appeared. “I suppose you haven’t come to see me just to help me pick out something to wear…”

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The Goddess could easily pull off either dress, it made it hard for her decide and she couldn’t help but laugh in agreement with Aphrodite. “The red is awfully festive,” She piped up from her seat. “I think either way you’ll be turning heads.”

Fashion actually was the whole reason she came to see Aphrodite. Erato felt like she never had the best fashion sense... She liked casual, flowing fabrics, not a lot of embellishment, comfy and breathable... None of her usual’s seemed to really fit the occasion... She wanted to feel a little more dressed up... Elegant... 

“I, uh,” She let out a nervous giggle. “It’s silly, cause I actually came to ask you what I should wear?”

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“Celebrations that mark the beginning of the..” The girl spoke to herself, wandering along the city wall, one foot in front of the other. One. Two. Three. Step. It was the mantra in her head. The only thoughts to be allowed. For even she knew it wouldn’t do to dwell. 

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Back against the wall, legs stretched out before her, Erato had given herself a break. She had been bustling around Olympus all day in preparation, she deserved this break. Her quiet moment had been interrupted by the sound of feet and muttered words. Looking up she couldn’t help but smile. “Looks like you need a break!”

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The wisdom goddess stopped as Erato called out to her, and she turned back to face her. She did feel bad that she was delaying her from closing and finally getting some rest at home. “Are you sure? I don’t want to delay you.” 

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Of course Erato wanted to be heading out the door, but what was a few more minutes going to matter? “Yeah, I can whip it up really quick, no problem.” She shuffled over to the register, drying her hands on her apron, “What can I get you?”

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He was late, as he normally was, but Ares did not care. Still dressed in blood stained armor, the God strode through Olympus, brushing passed those who held no interest to him. In truth, Ares only enjoyed this time of year as it meant his family was within range to start arguments with. Though, he had promised Hera he would at least attempt to behave. Attempt being the key word. He stopped short as a Muse appeared in his path, dressed for the occasion. “Erato,” he greeted, looking down at her. “Enjoying yourself?”

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Erato hadn’t stopped moving since she woke. This time of year always made her incredibly anxious, there was always something that needed to be finished or found etc. Erato probably would’ve ran straight into Ares if she had not lost a couple flowers from her hair. Scoping out the ground she only came to notice the God when he spoke her name. 

Normally, it was easy for Erato to great any other divine with respect and kindness, but as she eyed him her little heart jumped at the site of his stained armor. Swallowing, she forced herself to smile sweetly.” Ares, how lovely to see you,” She greeted, meeting his eyes, “You look... nice.” 

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After a long day of working, Athena was honestly craving for some coffee. She still had more stuff to do at home, but she had no energy. Stopping in front of the coffee shop, she noticed the hours on the door, noticing that it was in fact closed. However, it looked as if though someone were in there. Perhaps it was Aphrodite, maybe she could help her out. She tried the door and it opened. Athena walked into the shop, she took out her phone and began  reading emails as she reached the counter. When the goddess told her they were closed, Athena looked up from her phone and said, “I apologize, then. I will be on my way. Have a good night.”

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Erato would’ve began feeling guilty either way, she wasn’t fond of turning people away (especially when it meant more money), but upon hearing a familiar voice she turned before the other could leave. “I-I’m sorry,” She stammered.She knew Athena, they had never had any interactions but she knew her from the apartments, this was probably why she felt obligated to serve her... She does keep a roof over her head, after all. 

“I can still whip something up, quick!”

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Task 004 - Past Self

{{ CHARACTER INFORMATION }}

NAME: Erato

TITLE: Muse of Lyric and Love Poetry

PATRON OF: Lyric, love, weddings,dance, and erotic poetry

PARENTS: Daughter to Zeus and Mnemosyne. Erato does not have many memories of her estranged father. Her memories of family only involve her nine sisters and mother. 

PLACE OF BIRTH: Erato was born in Pieria, just at the foot of Mount Olympus. Pieria is one of her most favorite places, always feeling comfortable and flooded with memories with her family.

CONSORT: Erato was married to Malos by her father, Zeus. Never having a real connection to him she was indifferent and uncaring. Her love resides in others love.

HOME: Erato sticks to Pieria and Mount Olympus. 

{{ POWERS }}

POWERS: Pheromone manipulation

When passion and love are involved, Erato is able to manipulate pheromones in favor of making someone more attractive or irresistible. This manipulation often leaves people unaware of the spontaneity in their attraction, blind to their lust and passion. This is by far her most favorite power. She enjoys a good laugh over a couple tripping and falling over their lust.

Empathy

Erato has a keen sense of people’s emotions, so much so that she is able to control it. She does not like to use this power, she thinks it can be rather cool and unnatural.

Invisibility

This is a power Erato uses more often then not. It helps her to gather more information about the people and world around her. This can help her in her own personal relationships as well as others. 

Transformation

Like her other sisters she is able to transform others.They have been known to use this power when angered. Erato has only ever used this power for punishment, never finding any other reason to use it. 

Power Sense

The ability to recognize any divine or mortals strength or powers. This often keeps Erato and her musings away from those who could very much harm her.

BLESSING: Eratos (as well as her sisters) are known for inspiration in writing and art. But Erato is known for her influence in love. Often bringing magic to unmarried girls and inspiring the feeling of feeling of falling in love through her poetry.

CURSE: Though the muses were inspirational they did not take kindly to foolishness. The daughters of Pierus once challenged the nine sisters to showcase their abilities. The sisters, angered by their foolishness watched them lose only to turn each of them into birds. 

{{ SACRED CONNECTIONS }}

SACRED ANIMALS: In her world, Erato’s most sacred animal was the Turtle Dove. This was due to the affection they show to their mates. In the mortal world she has a great love for all birds, especially African Lovebirds and Penguins, again for their bonds and affections towards mates and family.

SACRED CITIES: Erato is found sacred in the inspiration of poetry and love not in any particular city.

SACRED PLANTS: A Rose, it embodies love and passion which is exactly what she herself represents.

SACRED GEMSTONES: Moonstone,sacred for it’s use to invoke passionate love. Kunzite, sacred to use for eternal love.

SACRED ITEMS: A Lyre, used for music and poetry and a bow and arrow to “inspire” love much like Eros.

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Erato didn’t even look up as the door tingled, announcing another customer. It was late, she should’ve been closed at least a half an hour ago but she kept letting people in... Letting out a quit sigh, she announced from the dish-sink, “I’m so sorry, we’re actually closed up.”

She really needed to learn to lock the door...

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Barbara Palvin - @ realbarbarapalvin