Re: Anteros heading toward the bar, Hypnos, Pasithea, Pothos leaving and Open
“Thank you, Anteros,” Hypnos said with all the politeness his mother had struggled to instill in him. “My wife wishes to avoid trouble and I am not thirsty but we appreciate the offer.”
There, he'd been nice. He'd acknowledged the erote and his offer. So it was no longer rude to turn his attention, wholly and completely, upon the lovely creature making music with her drinking glass. He could not help but smile at her effortless grace and charm. She sometimes reminded him of a bumble bee, all lazy circles and fuzzy flight, yet industrious all the same. She was the best kind of conundrum.
“Surfing looks like it should be a lazy past time,” he explained, “when it is truly rather athletic. I do not appreciate it when hobbies lie. And that sort of duplicitousness should not be rewarded. However, I think it would be wonderfully fun for Thanatos. He needs to experience more. Don't you agree?”
Unable to help himself any longer, he reached up to grasp the hand that had been in his hair a moment ago. She'd stopped touching him to try to hide her beautiful smile-- both actions he disapproved of. Clasping her fingers in his, he tugged gently to urge her to sit beside him. He was getting tired of looking up.
“And there was no zing,” he defended, because the only kisses he wanted were from Pasithea. “It was not at all lime. It was beige. Definitely beige.”