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Lost love is a common trial humans face on a daily basis. Eros, son of Aphrodite, believed no such rules applied to him, but it did. God forbid it did.
The day was bright and it differed not from Eros' usual days. He flounced, he bounced and shot every god in sight with his love. The gods would always swoon to amuse him; his twinkling laughter, addictive as always. He carried on the path with no destination in mind. Admiring only the temples and statues his fellow gods had. He glided through, like a light little fairy, and peered at his reflection through a water fountain.
Eros assumed the form of a young man. His hair was almost as golden as the sun Apollo rose, but it was paler in hue. It would frame his face in beautiful curl and waves. His face was not free from freckles but it suited him quite well. It littered his cheeks like stars in the sky. His lips always twisted into a smile, the color baby pink. His most stunning future, was his eyes.
His eyes were segmental heterochromia. His right eye had a brilliant pink as it's hue and a heart for an iris. His left was color yellow and blue, similar to the picture of the sun rising over the sea.
With this, he can conclude that he is, indeed worthy to be his Mother's son.
Speaking of mother...
"I should go see Mama!" Eros cheerfully said, skipping his way to visit his dearest mother. If there's anyone he'd ever love in this world, that would have to be his mother, the only person who would fight for him.
Just as he was about to stop himself, he tripped over one of the cloth hanging from the pillars. He landed roughly at the side of said pillar. Eros groans, patting the side of his head. He felt a smidge of wet liquid and immediately looked at his hands. Blood, "shit.." he mutters out loud, cold sweat appearing at his skin. "There will be no cursing in this house hold!" Eros looked to where the voice came from to see his mother.
Aphrodite appeared the scene gracefully. If anyone else was there to witness such scene no doubt they'd feel like their breaths were stolen from them, after all his mother was a sight to behold. She stood tall, but no taller than him. Her hair like soft pale clouds ripped from the sky. Her face pale and held a small smile. The pink blush from her cheeks contrasted the dark void that made her eyes.
In summary, she is a beautiful woman but her eyes give a sense of fear when they need to.
Aphrodite quickly pulled eros up from where he had fallen. Dusting off whatever dust or muck that might've stuck on him. "Would you stop your habit of cursing little one? It's unbecoming of you." Aphrodite scolded eros like a baby, turning his head to examine the small wound, no bigger than a scratch. "Be careful next time!" She said, kissing the crown of his head, the bleeding already stopped. "Yes mama.." Eros sighed, wrapping his arms around the elegant woman.
The two Mother and son combo walked around the mother's house. Eros would always be in awe of his Mother's garden, sure it was no contender for Demeter's, but his mother put effort into growing these flowers herself making it all the more special. Though, after some time, Eros noticed his mother's smile would disappear the moment he looked away. She looked somewhat sad, or tired, both.
"Mama?" Aphrodite looked at her son with curious eyes. "What is it my dear?" She smiles as she tilts her head. "Are you okay mama?" This question caught the Goddess off guard. She looked at Eros with a confused expression, hiding what she felt at that moment. "I don't know what you mean little one." She quickly said, but her son took her hands and held it carefully.
Eros looked at her with puppy dog eyes saying "Mama.. what's wrong?" Aphrodite couldn't hide it anymore and sighed. The woman who once stood tall, melted from where she stood. Her arms wrapped around her figure. With a sad smile she admitted "Some of my followers have strayed from me. They are believing that this.. this human! Is my reincarnation." She looked at her son with tearing eyes, "it's.. it's humiliating! To be exchanged for some human stand in! The news must've already spread around..."
"It's the end of me."
"No!" Eros exclaimed. "Mama is the most beautiful God to ever be in this world! No human will ever match you!" He took out his bow, a white wood bow blessed with the ability to never miss a shot, and showed it to his mother. "Tell me their name and I'll hunt them down! I'll make them fall for the most horrid beast there is!"
Aphrodite was left stunned, but nevertheless touched by her son's actions. 'Should I let him?' She thought. It was a petty thing to do but her pride had been damaged here.
Eros watched as his Mother sighed. She walked around her garden and picked up a single flower. It was a blood red rose with thorns so sharp a single moment of coming into contact would no doubt give harm. So that's exactly what she did. She let one of the thorns prick her finger. And from the blood she molded the rose into an arrow. An arrow with a black hue and thorns encasing it, the red flower stuck out among his golden arrows. She carefully handed the rose to her son Eros.
"Psyche, her title is Psyche." With a stern look she reminded Eros of a few things. "This arrow once shot will make the receiver a hopeless romantic, but no doubt their love will end in tragedy. Be careful once you use it little one." Eros gulped, and delicately placed the arrow among his quiver.
"I will Mama!" "Hmmmm.. one more thing." Aphrodite held unto his shoulders, giving it a tight squeeze. "This is the first time you'll be interacting with the humans. You'll need a name." "A name?" Eros looked at her incredulous to which she chuckled.
"Yes a name. For example,, Mary. That is my name whenever I do dwell in the human realm." Eros made a sound of understanding before nodding vigorously. "Then.. I'll be Mike! I'll be Mike Morton!"
And that's where everything started up until now. Eros, or Mike as he is now called. Wandered the streets, during evening, with awe. While he masqueraded as a human, he wore only a plain white garment held by a thick brown belt by his waist. His quiver, filled with both normal and love arrows, rests by his shoulders. He carried a single pouch, that held only a few pieces, and that's about it. He didn't plan on staying long anyway.
Until he heard his stomach growl.
"Curse human bodiess." Mike whined, sure he was a God who didn't need to eat as much food to sustain their life source. However, Mike soon learned that him being a human only increased his appetite for food, to a whole 'nother extent.
"I should look for a place to eat.. a place to say too." He sighed and picked up his pace. He walked and walked and walked until he reached a peculiar place. "Get out!" A voice erupted from inside as a man toppled out of it. The men looked beat up, but they clambered to go back in. Mike watched from a distance.
"No! Give us more!" "Take me back in! My goddessss—" "he's not worthy of hyouuu!" "I want more ambrosiaaahh wahhh" they all moaned in pain. "Shut your traps! You ain't getting anymore until you fix yourselves!" A beautiful young woman stepped out. Her hair was somewhat split. Some white hairs blended with her Dark oak hair. Her lips were ruby red with a mole to match. Her eyes green with gold to frame it. She was beautiful, but not as beautiful as his mother of course.
"And Goddamn it! It's called Dovlin and not 'Ambrosia'." The young woman pouts. Then A man from the beat up pile abruptly stood up. "Gimme m're Dovlin honeyy. I'll give ya a treat~" the drunk man slurred, making grabby motions with his hands. "No thanks 'boy' ya ain't getting more." When she rejected him, the man suddenly snapped. "I SAID GIMME YOU BITCH." He suddenly charged towards her, preparing to punch her by the face.
Mike quickly took out one of his Normal arrows, preparing to at least graze or incapacitate him, but before he did someone beat him to it.
Just before the punch hit, the man suddenly got pushed back. Mike watched in awe as the young man defended the woman but he didn't clearly see his face. He found it impressive for a human to have that amount of strength. "damn those muscles though." He quietly comments to himself.
"Get out of here unless you want to be my punching bag you sick bastard." The man cowardly ran away, with him were the drunk patrons. The young woman suddenly looked at him with a pout "ya know I could've done that myself!" The young man nodded, his back still facing him "I know, but I gotta protect my sis now shouldn't I dems?"
'Ahh, so her name is Dems?.' Mike thought, but was suddenly snapped out of it. "Hey you over there!" Dems* shouted, her hand pointing at Mike. "M-me?" "Yes you! Come ov'r here!" Mike returned the normal arrow back into his bag as he went to Demi's side. When he did reach her side, she took him by the arm and pulled him inside their place.
The inside of the place was somewhat messy. There were bottles everywhere
"I saw ya were planning to help when that bastard wanted to punch me. Thanks." She grinned, her hand extending "The name's Demi Bourbon, but some call me psyche— 'it's her! She's the one Mother was talking about!' Mike looked at Demi again before thinking 'she's pretty, but not as pretty as mama.'— and this is my brother Norton Campbell!" Demi looked at the man— er.. Norton before hitting him by his shoulder.
"Ow!" "Face the boy will ya!" Norton rubbed his shoulders before facing Mike and when he did, the first thing Mike thought was
"Fuck, he's hot."
I mean, what would you say when another adonis reincarnate appears right in front of you? The way he holds himself makes Mike swoon. He's casually suave and looks.. well if mike were to say it without a filter, fucking sexy. His beautiful nose, the way his black hair looks so soft against his chiseled face, and the muscles. Never forget the lean but definitely out there muscles.
'Who Is tHiS mAn tO mAke mE qUeStiOn mY sExUAliTy??' Mike will forever hear this echoe in his head.
It took awhile before Mike understood what he did. When he came back to earth he could only see Demi laughing her face off and Norton looking dumbfounded. ".. I just said that didn't I.." Mike muttered, his hands cupped his face as he felt it burn red up to his ears. "HA! Well that'sa first! Nort the boy just called ya hot!, ain't you flattered?" Demi grinned at the young man.
"Shut it." Norton spoke with a hint of irritation, making Mike recoil a bit. Seeing this, Norton remained silent for his sake. "By the way kid, what's your name? You know ours but we ain't got a clue about yours." Demi opened a bottle of her Dovlin wine before chugging it. Mike rubbed his wrist as he shyly said "I'm Mike, Mike Morton."
"So Mike—" 'fuck it's the hot guy talking—' "who are you?" Norton said nonchalantly, as if he really didn't care and was out of courtesy, but still Mike tried to answer.
'Fuck fuck fuck— what should I say??' Brain Mike panicked inside. 'Excuse excuse— give me an excuse!'
"Well?" Norton looked at him, looking annoyed as time passed by. "I— I'm a lone traveller!" Mike said in a frenzied state. "I want to settle here— b-but I'm not familiar with the place yet s-so—"
"do ya need a place to crash in Mike?" Demi piped in. Mike looked at her startled, his mouth a gaped as he said "ah?" "I mean, it's getting late kid. I don't think I have the heart to send ya out this late." Mike peered out. It is getting kinda late. The sun's passed setting and the sky looks pretty dark. Demi smiled and patted Mike's back, "And ya can stay in Nort's room."
"What." Norton's eyes squint while he stared mike down. 'I guess.. he doesn't really like me.' Mike deflated at that thought. It took awhile with Demi staring at Norton with accusing eyes and Mike looking like a kicked puppy before Norton finally agreed.
"Fine, he can stay in my room." Norton sighed before leaving the two. "I guess Norton doesn't really like me." Mike said to Demi, visibly looking disappointed. The young woman gave him strong pats saying, "don't think that kid. He just doesn't open up much." She looked at the messy tables and the turned over chairs with the empties bottles.
"Go on up kid, Nort's room is up your right. It's by a window. You'll have to sleep first though. Norton doesn't sleep until everyone does." And with that Demi swiftly took out a rag to wipe the whole place up, leaving Mike to his devices.
Mike did as Demi instructed minutes ago, room on the right near a window. There's only one room like that. When Mike entered said room, he melted. The room felt homey, right amount of cleanliness and mess in one place. 'It smelt of him' Mike comments to himself; he found it attractive.
'where do I sleep?' Mike thought staring into space. The room only had one bedspace and well, it was big yes but it wouldn't be appropriate to lie in a stranger's bed now is it. So Mike opted to lie down beside the bed space. Not comfortable but at least a bit more decent.
It was quiet. Quiet enough that it made him rethink the things that occured that day. Maybe it would help him sleep faster.
'So I met Psyche, the one my mother was talking about, but she doesn't seem to bad.'
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'She's not as beautiful as mama so I don't know where people are getting her Goddess reincarnate view from.. maybe I should ask tomorrow
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'I don't think I should shoot Miss Demi with the arrow yet, she doesn't deserve it.. but maybe she does.'
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'But if I do that.. I might hurt Norton.'
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'Norton.. I just met him and he already took my heart.. why am I so stupid.'
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'It won't matter Norton hates me.'
Slumber consumed him.
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It was later in the Night when Norton finally decides to go to his room. He had forgotten that the boy had to sleep in his room so when he got there it got him a bit surprised. It a minute before Norton composed himself. He quietly and carefully sat down by the boy who didn't stir from his slumber. "You shouldn't sleep like this.." Norton says, almost fondly, as he ran his hands through Mike's pale golden locks.
Truthfully, he didn't know what to think of Mike. He was just another boy who wandered by and met them by chance. He was shy but that made Norton fond of him. Mike Morton was without a doubt very cute. Norton adored the way his locks go about his face. The way his freckled go red whenever he's flustered. The shine in his uniquely colored gold blue eyes. The boy is beautiful.
But Norton believed Love could no longer sway him, and it won't, but he didn't realize that he already planted a seed in his heart that would allow a space to occupy it in Mike Morton's shape.
But until then, they are strangers to eachother.
Norton gingerly scooped up the sleepy boy in his arms and placed him in his bed. He let the boy take up the left side of the bed before taking the right, he covered the both of them with a cloth to repel the cold of the night and promptly went to sleep, but not even minutes into laying down, Mike had already went to his side of the bed.
He was dumbfounded when he felt Mike snake his arms around him in an embraced. 'What is he doing—' just about as Norton was about to yank off Mike's arm he heard
"..mh. Ma.. mama.. i.. ma.."
Norton's hands gripped the small hands that embraced him. He peered back and saw Mike's eyes closed tightly. 'Just this once' Norton said, allowing himself to fall asleep while being embraced.
It had been years since he felt warmth in his bed, but perhaps now, that will no longer be an issue.