Psyche was asleep. It was rather late and she did get up early that morning to say goodbye to her dear husband before he went off and performed his godly duties to the world.

She was nicely curled into the thin sheets, cheek pressed into the pillow. It was sad to fall asleep without saying goodnight to Eros, but she knew she would see him in the

 Mortal, wedded to a god, still vulnerable.

I do wonder who will win...

It is not entirely blissful, then.

Forever isn't completely out of reach.

It's like the honeymoon never stopped....

I can't fall asleep... *sitting up in bed*

I fell in love with love.

*sitting in her garden* Lilacs... daisies...

And somehow, Psyche was married ( Read more... )

Curiosity got the better of me.