TYPE
Now what?
Arriving at the Party, and Listening to the Speech
INTERACTION/MENTION: EVERYONE AT THE PARTY
There exists few things in this world as tedious as waiting in traffic. Leaning against the white leather seats, Eros internally cringed as he looked his mother over, sitting across from him. It was not that she was... unhygienic. She was just... sex. Constantly. And knowing that the seats he was on... the hands that she touched him with... the kisses she peppered him with... It was sometimes hard to not imagine what she had done with those hands. Often only a moment before she assaulted him with her affections.
Not a few hours earlier had he made his way to his room and washed his face where she had pinched his cheeks. As if he had not walked into the room to her fondling and... heavily petting Ares like the dog he was. He felt the side of his mouth turn down further. He knew she reveled in it. Her... debauched... baptizing... It's not like he could deny her the pleasures. He imbibed occasionally all the same. But... He felt the leather creak beneath his legs... He almost made a noise of disgust.
No wonder she chose white.
The car finally stopped, Eros nodding at the driver as he got out. The man looked at him, his eyes misty, a soft abashed smile on his face. Dammit... he was radiating again.
"Look at me. You are not in love. Snap out of it." He pointedly stared at the man, being as direct as he could. Often that was enough to snap them out of their infatuation.
His mother would complain at his lack of control. She never... had her power spill out like this. She said it was due to control. Focus. To him... He had control. And Focus. It was like... he was bottling up his power. Like a well. Like a dam. He felt... powerful. Too powerful for what he was. Too much...
He looked towards the guy again. He looked heartbroken. Soft lines of tears rolling down his cheeks. It was ruining his suit.
They only reacted like this... if they actually... felt something before.
He felt his heart twinge.
Leaning forward, he gently placed his lips against the young man's cheek. The driver watched with hopeful eyes, not moving. Using his free hand, he gently caressed the tears from his cheek. "You... I am not deserving of your affections. Your presence close to me, has wrongly elevated your longing." He leaned closer, whispering in his ear. "Forgive me." He pressed his lips against the man's temple. His pupils contracted. He seemed dazed... and then the love for Eros left him. Leaving not hate. Leaving... nothing.
Eros turned from him, starting to walk past the gathered crowd.
He walked past the doors, looking everything over. The house... the manor. It was as gaudy as he might have imagined it to be. Like some drunk, flamboyant pirate had thrown up across every fucking surface they could find. Every moment his eyes found rest it was on some over-emphasized and heavy handed physical metaphor or ode to the sea. With a filter of too much money saturated throughout it.
It was disgusting.
Deciding to stay away from people at the start, he made his way towards one of the darker spots of the room, grabbing one of the drinks. Finding an empty table, he sat himself down, peering over the crowds. It seemed that there would be talking. A lot of talking, before eventually they would get to an actual party.
Luck beyond luck, maybe the speeches cause such a fuss he gets to go home early.
The idea had him smirk.
Poseidon started it, and Eros could not help but roll his eyes.
Then the Titan did. Less cringy... but he was being just as hypocritical as Poseidon. If the latter had proven he could not rule... the former had proven he did not have the right to choose who does. Not wanting to interfere, He sighed loudly, emptying his drink. Awaiting another while awaiting another speech.
He lazily wondered who it would be?