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Psyche freezes completely in the spot as Eros’ arms encircles her small frame. Everything is still too fresh to her–it has always been that way for a long time, even if she tried to accept things as quickly as everyone else did. The frozen smile on her lips that she hopes doesn’t truly give away her emotions stays upon her lips as she robotically holds Eros back, the press of her palms against his back too light to be considered a touch. His touch burned against her skin, like an open flame to her senses, the fear of that reciprocating his physical affection in a hug would lead her to have more difficulty in putting things between them down making it difficult for her to express her certain affection. 

Till now, she still hadn’t gotten over everything yet. Her emotions hung in a precarious balance, threatening to tip over to either side of the vast chasm, only balanced and maintained by her sheer force of willpower alone. 

Psyche hates the fact that Tsukiyomi has nothing but the bitter truth for her to stomach sometimes. Its not something that she finds very easy to hold off, especially when she’s looking at the ruined tea that she had been trying to brew with a pout upon her very lips. 

“But…but..” She huffs despondently, sighing multiple times to her own self as she glares at her clumsy hands that had spilled the tea accidentally. No matter how accidentally this accident was, the perfect cup of tea that she had been learning how to brew just like Tsukiyomi did was now completely ruined and spilled all over the table. She had been just nimble enough to avoid the hot tea splashing upon her, but a few droplets still found their way onto her fingers. The goddess winced visibly as she sucked on the reddened skin, blowing on the slightly scalded area of her hands delicately as she blinked up at Tsukiyomi in the next moment.

Fox’s Prodigal Son Prompts -- Still Accepting

“Even irrational outrages?” Psyche can’t help but feel that tiny creep of a smile fluttering over her delicately pursed lips. Life hasn’t been so well to her--and at the very most she was treating things as though they were little dots of colour, happiness, that was fleeting, but lasted. At least, for a strange while or so.

“Irrational outrages are the most difficult to have.” She adds in after a moment, a strange pause tilting her sentences. “I wish I could have irrational outrages. Then perhaps, I wouldn’t be so prone to being always so sad.” She tilts her head at the demigod delicately. “What about you? What do you think?”

👀one thing you always wished for as a child but underwhelmed you as an adult?

"I always wished for a proper family when I was young. But as I grew older--I realised that family was pretty much overrated, and I was better off on my own. Perhaps its because that I’ve been alone for far too long and far too estranged from my only surviving parent, but I feel that this wish, not being fulfilled was ultimately for the best.” 

👀what would you like your legacy to be like?

"My legacy? I’d honestly just prefer my legacy to just be known as someone who is kind and gentle, who leaves a good impression, I suppose. I want to be remembered, to be fondly recalled.  My bar isn’t very high--its actually really low. I learnt the hard way that the higher your expectations, the greater the disappointment, so I’m doing it the exact opposite way.”

👀 do you think bc is going to disband bee soon?

“Don’t say that! You’ll jinx it! Its not as though I wouldn’t admit that there’s that possibility. We’re an old team that bc has had for a long while after all. Fame is fleeting and popularity, even more so. But I suppose as long as we have our loyal fans, I don’t think bee would be disbanded by bc anytime soon. Hopefully.”