Air Crossposted to omni_phase 222 words

[5min_freestyle]

Eros tries as best as he can to think of a gift for Psyche that she will truly love as he runs through the temple looking here and there for just the right thing

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[psyche_soul]

She is wearing her usual, a soft floaty dress, very thin because of the warm air and she dashes between the pillars of the house, 'Eros,' she calls his name softly, hiding, and darting once more, 'Eroc, my love.' Today is a happy day, moer than usual at least, and she is in the mind for merryment.

[5min_freestyle]

He has his head in a closet of rare old silk, thinking there might be something that he could make for her in there when he hears her calling.

In here, gets translated to "Mmmm herrrre" in a mumbly voice, still keen on his mission.

[psyche_soul]

She calls for him again, her hair falling around her face as she ran barefoot down the halls, 'Eros, come and find me.' She laughed softly, her voice like soft birds song on the breeze, 'Come and catch me.'

[5min_freestyle]

His train of thought is completely wrecked upon hearing her more playful tone. Maybe he can look again later when her voice is not tempting him so.

"Coming!"

Now where is that little vixen? He hears her giggles as he walks down the halls, checking each room.