#;morpheusxmp

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• M o r p h e u s; Winged God of Dreams, older brother to P h o b e t o r (Icelus); the God of Nightmares •

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  Eros looks at the screen of his phone in slight surprise. It wasn’t often that he received texts from Morpheus, let alone ones to request his help for things. Bloody things. The chaotic streak of his soul sings and the love god, the deity of two sides of the same coin, bites his lower lip.

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“I always have time for you,” he said quietly. “I haven’t seen you in a while, I hope you’ve been well..” Of course, at the mention of Auntie Eris, he could only shake his head. “Mn, no. I haven’t seen much of her recently either. Come on, we can sit down and talk in the stockroom.”

Following the hug from his older brother, he followed behind until the two of them were in the stockroom. It had been a while since he had last visited the shop, so he curiously looked around before taking a seat on an wooden crate. Icelus felt skiddish telling his older brother something so personal, but it was better to tell him and let him know, right?

“Well, I came over here to tell you some more-than fantastic news. After such a long time, I’ve finally come around to find something I’ve been missing for so long. I wanted to tell you I’ve fallen in love again, and I’m currently seeing someone.”

There was a flush of pink on his cheeks and a bright smile instead of the normal monotone expression he bore. Everything about Icelus that morning had seemed to change him in such a wonderful way, maybe because he hand’t felt this happy in so long. Not caring if Morpheus saw the more, embarrassing hickey on his neck; Icelus reached out for his brother’s hands as he beamed.

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   The love god thinks on it. Morpheus isn’t wrong. Eros considers himself to be someone who was quite good at expressing how he felt about others through the range of emotions that each brought out in him, but it doesn’t stop him from occasionally worrying that he doesn’t do it often enough for some.

   “Do you think..” he trails and brings a hand up to his mouth. Teeth, clean and white bite at the tips of his fingers before he registers that he is doing the hand thing again and snaps it away from himself. Eros lets his tongue run over his lip instead before he continues.

“Well..If it isn’t my dear older brother..”

The god’s unwavering glance at his brother made him seem uninterested. Of course, he naturally looks like he is. His eyes wandered over his figure before he stood up, back straightening up as he cracked his knuckles.