Love's First Meeting
"EROS!"
"Mother." Cool acknowledgement. Clear sapphire eyes swimming with unknown lazy
laughter.
" That .. wretched ... CREATURE! "
Quirk goes white blonde eyebrows.
She spins to face him in all her glorious beauteous fury. Dark green eyes near obsidian. He swears
her hair would flame, soon.
" I want her to fall in love with a monster. "
Oh. This again.
He yawns barely staying awake.
"If you will it, it is done." He murmurs.
He whispers through the palace halls.
Her name is ... Psyche. Soul.
He slips into her room.
"I want her in love with a horrible monster by the forthcoming of Apollo's chariot."
How, he had wondered, how beautiful could a mere female mortal be to anger his mother thus.
His mother, Venus, Goddess of love and beauty.
What fools mortals be. Daring to believe a girl could fairer than the Goddess.
The whole kingdom would suffer the wrath of Venus.
And the girl, he smiles mischeviously, ah yes the poor wretched mortal girl. He was going to deliver
her to her true love, an hideous ogre picked by his mother. She was quite fortunate, he thought, to
recieve loves first kiss so early.
He walks upon towards her bed and peers down, curious about her beauty.
And is shocked.
Midnight hair, ivory skin, feathery lashes and rosy cheeks.
His arrow of gold slips from his hand. And a warm trill sparkles through, from the tip of his toes to his fair golden head.
He lifts a slim, cool, hand and brushes her forehead.
Amethyst eyes snap open.
A/N| ;)