Log; continued from sws

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Olympus is warm and sunny - it's always warm and sunny, unless Eros' grandfather is in a snit - and Eros lands lightly on the white marble balcony and folds his wings neatly behind him as he quickly moves inside and carefully sets down the unconscious mortal vessel on a plush chaise covered in a red velvet throw

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Oh, but Ethan knew he wasn't going to like waking up. Already he recognized the telltale signs of a post-hangover headache, that sharp throbbing between his temples which meant one of two things: either his body hadn't been sated enough, or it had been sated enough and wanted more.

Unconsciously, his lip curled. Greedy fucker.

But he finally pried one eye open, then immediately slammed it closed as obnoxiously cheery sunlight immediately rushed in to gang-rape his corneas. He managed to get one hand in the vicinity of covering his eyes and groaned appropriately; this was going to be a bitch.

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Eros glanced up as he stirred and sat back, tipping his head and offering a hesitant smile. "Um. Hello. Again." Headache, he thought at the groan, and gestured casually. Heavier velvet curtains rolled over the white gauzy fabrics that waved gently from between the very stereotypically Greek pillars.

"Better?" he asked, keeping his voice down as the airy temple plunged into an intimate, silent dimness. "I'm very sorry about before. I didn't realize you'd been suppressing your nature that much. That's terribly bad for you, you know."

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Son of a bitch, but this shit sucked! Ethan thought about rolling off this...whatever it was and staggering for the bathroom to throw up his toenails, but decided it wasn't worth the damned effort. He'd probably stub his toe, fall over something then break his neck in the process. Well, at least the problems would be solved, right?

But the voice pulled him out of drifting consciousness, and Ethan felt his stomach roil in response. Again. Which in turn caused him to bolt upright and nearly pass out from the rapid movement.

Wide blue eyes swiveled around to stare at Eros, sitting benignly on the floor beside - he was right - the couch. And, after a quick look around, Ethan had to put money down on the fact that, nope, he wasn't exactly in Kansas anymore.

Shit.

Eyes narrowed, he stared at his abductor? Kidnapper? ...well, whatever, and growled, "Look, pal. Just what the fuck is going on around here, huh?!"

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"I'll tell you, but you need to keep calm," Eros said and his own voice was calm, but it carried a firm undertone. "I'm not here to hurt you; you're likelier to hurt yourself. From what I can see, you've been suppressing your nature so hard that it makes you sick when it surfaces."

No one could blink large, open, concerned blue eyes like those and be a threat. "May I ask your name?" Eros added, tipping his head a bit.

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He answered before he thought better of it. "Ethan Lockwood." But he blinked, coming back to...reality, or whatever, and swung his legs off the couch, attempting to stand up and surprisingly managed to stay upright. Wobbly knees non withstanding, Ethan took a few steps, inhaling surprisingly sweet air, which tickled his nose and threatened a sneeze.

Craning back around to stare at the young man still seated on the floor, his brow furrowed and he blurted, "Where the crap arewe?"

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Eros stood, an unconsciously graceful movement, and reached out to catch Ethan's arm in a surprisingly strong, supportive grip. "Ethan. You should sit back down," he said, still gently but his tone brooked no argument.

"We are on Olympus," he added, fairly sure that this news would probably prompt sitting down. "I had to do something, after you fainted. This was the first thing that came to mind."

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Yeah, it did. Plopping down on a red-velvet settee, Ethan just stared up at the other, not even blinking in astonishment. Greece??? was his first ludicrous thought by association, but then reality kicked him in the shin and he winced.

"Olympus." One eyebrow slowly went up. "You did say Olympus, right?"

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"Yes I did. That Olympus. Well, I suppose there was ever only one Olympus." Eros idly shook dark curls back from his face and tucked his hands into the back pockets of well-fitting, low slung jeans.

"Tell me, then. Ethan." He watched him with a speculative air for a few moments. "Is it that you don't know? Or you don't want to know?"

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Okay. Just gonna ignore the location factor for a moment. Because really, it hurt too much to try to figure out right now. Ethan rubbed his forehead with a slight grimace, wishing he had his bottle of Valium handy.

But this...somehow familiar stranger's...words brought his head up sharply. "What are you talking about?" He frowned. Again. "And for shit's sake, spell it out. My head hurts too much for this riddle-me-this-batman crap."

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He was really not going to like this. But he'd asked, and Eros wouldn't deny him the truth. "Your true name isn't Ethan Lockwood," he said quietly, his voice again taking on that slight otherworldly timbre that had shimmered in the air of the library. It was even more fitting here, among the pillars and lofted marble ceiling of Eros' temple.

"Your true name is Lust," he continued in the same even tone. "I know you realize; you fight against it. But we have known each other for a very long time, you and I. I would recognize you through any guise."

He tilted his head, then dropped to his knees in one balanced, rather practiced movement, the better to look up into bewildered blue eyes. "Do you know me now?"