starter for @mperosx
if there was anything that psyche would consider strangeĀ in her dictionary, it was perhaps the fact that she was making her way back down towards the burlesque club that eros himself was working in, lips pursed and steps halting but filled with purpose, goosebumps prickling all over her skin as she allowed her eyes to flicker up towards the glittering lights that so reminded her of his dazzling gloriousness at times. not that she was supposedĀ to care anymore. she had long cut off those unnecessary things that she needed to feel with eros, ever since thatĀ wedding had taken place.Ā
a faint prickle of disgruntledness made her brows knit almost tightly together, before she swept into the place, dress whirling around her calves as she slid towards the counter, eyes barely flickering with any hidden emotion as she settled down into her seat, fingers tapping against the smooth countertop of the counter, a delicate but breathy sigh passing through the tiers of her soft lips.Ā ā
āiām looking for eros.ā the words that fell from her lips were short but not cutting, simply slightly clipped and yet straight to the point.Ā āiām sure heād see me if you said that psycheās here to see him.ā her words were soft but halting, added only after a momentās contemplation.Ā
