#eros.

eros has old money rich, preppy pretty boy energy, and i mean that in every way possible. his relationship with his parents is incredibly complicated (with ares, moreso than with aphrodite), but he's always been well provided for. there's some really interesting undertones in his relationship with aphrodite that might make some people bat an eye, but the momma's boy allegations cannot be beat !!

he also has the arrogance and charm and nonchalant everyone owes me everything attitude. most things in life have been handed to him on a silver platter, and when they aren't, he can usually worm his way out of it with help from his mother.

@eritvita sent in.

❛  this is crazy. but, yes.  ❜ from eritvita, to eros? 👋

Erosandros had been cordially invited to the College. Time and time again, were students, teachers, and many more strive to yank him by cottony sleeve to set foot within its snow-crusted walls. Time and time again, he would decline, for ribbons of paranoia wound taut around his throat—he feared questions, exposure, worse. An ache it was, to be naught but an anomaly, a man with indelible youth inscribed into flesh, flesh that long since should've become one with the nirn beneath.

But this time around, it was an offer he simply couldn't refuse.

Fright needled his spine, pulled the tendons of his fingers. As he stood, perched on the crown of the lecture hall podium, he was met with a myriad of looks. Some intrigued, some bored, some humoured by how his stature were to be swallowed by the height of the lectern. Regardless, he took it all in stride, and he delivered a disquisition of restoration magick. He even briefly showcased how restoration can be used offensively, which piqued a flurry of curious chatter betwixt students.

Eventually, all was done. He stepped off the podium.

He'd hoped he could've simply trotted off, circumvented any interested parties, and beelined straight to the next available wagon. Alas, rarely did things go as smoothly as one would hope. A man, presumably a student by the garb he donned, cut him off and sought conversation.

Ugh.

He let him talk. The more the student spoke, however, the more the student's proposal weaved into the unusual and strange. Erosandros quirked a brow.

manic grin spreads across youthful face. a deep giggle slips from their lips as eros sways to the music, quietly vibing with the beat, getting a little distracted by how out of place their friend’s brother seems to be here. the young punk remembers their first punk show, small and rocking one hell of a mohawk, and how afraid they had been. they don’t want jasper to feel that way. there’s too much fun to be had here for them to let him miss out on this. “hey, man -- what’s the issue?” they ask, slinging their arm into his shoulder, checking his upper arm with their elbow. “you look like you don’t wanna be here -- you wanna step out for a minute? your brother’s not out for another like... two sets -- i can smoke you out.”

(( No names so I’m picking who answers each one :3 ))

Caramel Frappe: favorite video game

  Kokabiel: “I don’t know what’s that. Sorry!”

Iced Lemon Tea:  Favorite song/band?

Eros : - “I do not have a favorite song or band, but I like listening to Frank Sinatra and Tango. It relaxes me ”

Iced Coffee: Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book?

“Eros: “ Yes, I enjoy reading Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, and Shakespeare. I don’t  have a favorite book either.”

Herbal Tea: You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?

there are two very different, very warring reasons inside eros that have led to this decision. the first is love. eros does genuinely love ganymede - more than he cares about just about everyone else in his life. platonically, but maybe more than that too. he also finds ganymede incredibly attractive. ganymede is obviously into him - so he indulges in it because he knows it will make both of them happy. the more deep-seated emotions can be explored together, you know?