InsaneJournal

Who: Anteros and Psyche
What: Dinner
When: Tonight
Warnings: None yet.


Anteros took his time getting dressed, making sure everything was perfect. He felt something like a school boy, or what he imagined a school boy must feel like, as he got ready for an evening out with psyche. He didn't consider it a date, exactly. They were beyond dating. It was odd, with a few random memories filling some of the gaps in his mind, reminding him that he and Psyche never really clicked, before. His amnesia, whatever the cause, had effectively given him a second chance, and he had started to hope he never regained his full memory. He felt he was doing just fine, the way things were, now. He remembered enough, but not too much. He was content.

"Psyche?" He called to her, rather than simply appearing in her room. He wanted to give her the chance to make an entrance.