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[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=FF80D4][I] Seattle University  [/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=FF80D4][b]Mood: no. [/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
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The room was quickly becoming suffocating for the god of carnal love. The passion of anger was barely discernible from sexual passion and the emotion was currently running on high. There was a tightening in his chest as a woman stood at the end of Ares’ pistol, she was calm, and collected, and her words reached him when everyone else had failed.

There was a flurry of movement around him, gods getting up to leave, Hermes stumbling to the ground, Ares turning to give strength to his mother… and then his own mother. Eros finally looked at the beautiful woman that had enchanted him all that time ago, there was a warmth that spread through his chest as he saw her in her shining glory, she was as beautiful as the day he first met her. A small smile was a brief vision on his face, he had started towards her, planning on scooping her in his arms and apologizing with all the affection he could muster. As he stepped closer he noticed the faint pink aura wafting away from her just a moment too late to hold his breath.

It was the smell of pressed roses and aged vanilla that froze his footsteps. A chill ran over his spine when he heard the giggles as clear as day, when he blinked it was Psyche standing where his mother had just been. He blinked again and again, willing her to disappear from his vision but it was the room that disappeared. When his eyes opened again it was the familiar kitchen of their London apartment and Psyche stood at the counter gazing longingly out the window, perhaps dreaming of the freedom from the demons that plagued her then.

[COLOR=FF80D4][b]“Psy-Psyche…”[/b][/color]Eros tried to call out to her but he couldn’t hear his own voice, and even as he approached she wouldn’t look at him. 

[COLOR=FF80D4][i]Why wouldn’t she look at him? Why hadn’t she told him? Why didn’t he notice?[/i][/color]

[COLOR=FF80D4][b] “I’m sorry, my love…”[/b][/color] Still it was silence but this time her eyes cast in his direction but they were looking past him, a small of relief on her face and she reached out to his direction. Eros hadn’t realized he was so close to her and when he reached out to grab her arms she exploded into a hundred butterflies and when he blinked it was the face of his mother he was looking at.

Eros released his hold on her as if she had burned him, confusion flashed in his blue eyes first and then it was anger. Without a word he turned on his heel and finally made his exit, blocking out all noise that called out to him. His feet carried him quickly through the halls, trembling hands fumbling in his pockets for his keys and spilling them to the concrete as his frustration bubbled over and expelled into a single word shouted from the depths of his stomach, [COLOR=FF80D4][b]“FUCK!”[/b][/color]

Regardless of the few stares he received it felt good to just yell, but it was a temporary release that allowed him a moment to regain himself enough to pick up his keys, fold them into his fist and continue onward to his car.

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