𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑺

right you are, love. i haven't changed. not a lick. and watching your face trying to figure me out was absolutely delicious.

“Care for a drink? To being misunderstood gods?”

“Love and passion. Perhaps because it does crossover a bit into your mother’s domains people often disregard those.”

"Eros you are blessed with so many children!"

“I am merely apart of every mortal’s life when the Fate’s cut the strings. Still, so many run.” He lights the last candle as he sits across from the other.

“I mean, yes. But, not for simply a social visit. Sightseeing for some.” He watches the flames for a moment before returning to the other’s side. “Make… yourself comfortable.”

“The entirety of Hades isn’t for most.” He starts lighting candles to bring more light into the room. “I’ve gotten used to the solitude.”

The inside of his house is almost as somber as one would picture it as he lets Eros in. Death himself is running his hands through his hair. “I’m surprised you… actually came.”

He will be waiting then.

Clearing his throat.

He supposes could meet Eros later if he’s willing to go down…. To the Underworld.

… what have I ever done to you?

The other day, Isolde said I looked like a cooper…

apple bottom bald. boots and shes bald. got the whole club super fuckin bald