#1992.

the back of your soft hair ruffled against his lap as you laid in the sand, gazing back at the endless sea of stars dangling above you. the sounds of the nearby beachwaves washing up to kiss your bare feet seemed to fill the passing silence between you too, in almost a comforting and tranquil state.

he was both dreaming of demeter and poseidon as he was picking shells to lay out onto your stomach and thighs.

“this one is beautiful, isn’t she?” he turned over a sharkeye moonshell to hover it over your eyes before placing it gently between your uncovered breasts. “do you like this one?” 

it was just as beautiful as the last one he had asked you about, number eleven, you knew that. but instead of openly admiring it, you just simply hummed in response and turned your head to face him.

“anteros..” you gently moaned out to him in the cool night’s air, eliciting a small gasp from his lips and a teasing brush of his fingers on your waist. “my god of love, i ask of you.”

“to kiss me.”