RedOcean
She Of Time
Event Post
A Special Guest~
The sun above the house shined high and bright in the sky and the wind blew just enough to give a comfortable breeze. It was as if the gods were smiling down on the group enough to allow the nice weather. But little did the children know the chaos that was happening off the property. The real world below them was flooding, the ground was shaking, the sky seemed to be falling, and countless people were actively dying. And that was only the beginning of it all. With the gods in total disarray, it seemed as if nothing would get better but she still had to have hope that Athena’s plan wouldn’t fall at the seams. She had to trust in the goddess' superior thinking. That is her thing, right? Unlike Ares who betrayed them and backstabbed his own sister by telling daddy Zeus. It was simply distasteful and utterly dishonorable.
In the grand garden of the home, she now sat on a bench in a creme white dress that flowed even while she sat like steady currents of water slowly drifting at her feet. Perfect freckles sprinkled across her soft peach skin that went quite well with the most voluptuous ginger shoulder-lengthed hair you’ve ever seen that she had braided towards the back. She had her leg crossed one over the other in a proper way, a calm aura radiating off her. A power like the fates but softer, kinder, and far from powered by death and violence. She was the exact opposite. Anyone who simply glimpsed at her would feel at ease by it. Her energy simply beckoned people to come closer.
Beside her, sat her husband. Eros.
Now if you want me to describe the god of procreation…I can't. Just like his mother, Aphrodite, Eros appeared to everyone very differently. Whatever the person looking at him would consider being the perfect-looking guy is what he was. No one had the same sight of him but what couldn’t be changed was the fact that he held his giant bow in his hands, fiddling with the string that strung past both ends while his quiver lay against the wooden leg of the bench that shared full of silver, black, and gold arrows.
For those who are curious.
Gold Arrows often made the people he shoots them with fall in love Love. While Black Arrows make the person shot Hate whoever he wants with no chance of that care of love showing through for them. His Silver Arrows, however....Well in the myths it's said that they carry curses made by Eros himself, some say their poison arrows stolen from Apollo that carry ailments of all kinds. Others even say that they only cause a sense of friendship in the target(s). But no one could be for sure as he himself had never shot them.
And for the group's sake, they should pray that he would never have to.
He wasn't happy either. Deep scars marked his beautiful and otherwise perfect face and loose shoulder which seemed to only feed into his own negative aura. Their energies were so contradictory as Eros' told those that came across him to stay away unless they wanted to be shot in the eye with a hate arrow. Hell, he'd make them hate themselves and the servents knew this.
Psyche looked almost worried as her husband's unsavory emotional state was caused by his lost battle with the king of the gods himself. It in fact, began to spoil her own mood and she began to wonder how long it’d take for those children to enter the home as she hadn't sensed much activity in the bones of the house. While she felt nothing on the inside, her eyes had begun to glow a soft blue from something happening down below the surface.
A soft smile made its way onto her face as she stood from her spot and watching her, Eros did the same.
It was about time he met these troublesome kids.
coded by reveriee.