Re: Anteros heading toward the bar, Hypnos, Pasithea, Pothos leaving and Open
“Terribly, awfully, horribly beige,” he confirmed as she settled beside him. The heat of her seeped through the fabric that separated their skin from touching directly. The night was warm, pleasantly so, but still there was a palpable increase in temperature where her arm touched his. It would be incredibly easy to wax poetic on the radiance of his wife and speculate on the cause of the warmth between them as being a manifestation of what was in their hearts.
But that would be rather schmoopy.
That was a word, wasn't it? Hypnos thought if it wasn't it very well should be, because the sound perfectly described the saccharine, syrupy manner that some couples exhibited when near one another. Which did not mean that he did not feel that way about his darling Pasi, he just wasn't willing to share that with the world. So he was more circumspect in public.
But not so much so that he could resist putting his arm around her, tucking her in closer to his side. Sitting on sand was not his ideal position, he really did not particularly like the beach because it was full of sand. But with Pasithea there, it was not nearly so bad. There was the moon, shining prettily. There were the waves, lapping softly. And there were the turtles, scrambling quickly.
That was not as romantic, he supposed, but still entertaining. His eyes watched one of them make it to the very edge of the surf and for some reason that pleased him. “Fortunately, you are here now, and you are not beige at all. You are decidedly tangerine tonight. Would you like a turtle for a pet?”