WHO: Eros and Envy WHEN: Monday WHERE: Park WHAT: Envy finds new prey... WARNING: It's Envy
There was a disgustingly happy tune coming around the corner as Envy sat on a park bench. He was watching those passing by, though they barely gave him notice (or at least tried). The joggers jogged on the opposite side, and dogs barked at him ferociously. Eros was bouncing on his feet in a cheerful dance with a bouquet of roses that he had bought for his wife. The sickeningly sweet smile on his face was even more disgusting than the happiness he eluded. Envy knew that feeling---he'd had it once. It had completely taken over his body and erupted something inside that he had never known...
He knew at that moment that he had to rip that cherub's little wings right off. He wouldn't do it physically. No, that was always too easy.
"Those are pretty flowers..." he said, removing his hood from his head to reveal a face that almost seemed twisted in agony. Eros, the flighty little being that he was felt his heart grow sick. In his mind love was a gift---and even the most disturbed of spirits deserved it. Even Hades had fallen victim to it.
Eros beamed and took a seat beside Envy. "They are aren't they?" he said happily, "they're for my wife." Envy made a surprised expression.
"How disgustingly sweet."
Eros nudged him with his elbow. He continued to gush about how he'd just reunited with her and that he was so much more in love than he'd ever been before. That was when Envy found a little hole of doubt. Those secret thoughts that people kept to themselves. Immortals were not immune to it. Eros might have recently found Psyche, but it had been so long, there was a gray area that he was worried about. The time he'd not been with her and who she'd met. Surely, she had been devoted and completely chaste for him until his return....right?
Envy chuckled. This was definitely the bastard that hit him once a year or two ago. He grinned with a smile that always seemed like he was a wolf about to eat it's young. "Things are never what they seem." He said simply, watching as the little cherub's face started to crack. It was that little moment of doubt that Envy needed to spread the seed. It would grow, and it would fester. Eros would not be the same afterward because now he knew what it was to let jealousy lead his emotions.