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[Eros (Cupid)]

Eros smiled amused at his small success. He watched her expression twist and change, "You think to mush, gentle Muse, Love is not to be thought about, love is a risk to be taken, you either take it or you do not, that is the only choice there will ever be, where it leads you is where you desire it to." He added with a small smile he chuckled at her incoherences. "Dear muse, Do not ask for love, you give or you take it, that is all their will too ever be. " He added as he met her gaze softly, his own melting into the depths of Terpsichore's. He too watched as her eyes closed and her breathing seeming became faster and heavier. Clearly it too worked on others.

Eros chuckled softly before he once again toyed with emotions, he moved lightly, his wings beat gently behind him, his lips to her ear, his voice lowered further, like treacle. His gently loving hand touched her cheek, He could offer pleasure through words. "Do not question Terpsichore. Do not think. Listen, and feel" He soothed his voice layered deeper, his breath hot and heated brushed her neck and cheek, as his fingertips stroked her cheek gently "I want you to listen, Only feel, this is what love is..this is what it can do.." he breathed against her ear, his eyes watched her expression, his ears listened to what changes where to come.

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[TERPSICHORE]

Once more he moved around her face, twirling his lips on her ear and causing her to blush again, although this times her cheeks got used to it and instead became a bright rosy color. His warm breath made it impossible to concentrate, so she followed his advice, and listened and felt. How did she feel? She could compare herself to.. hm, what could she compare herself too? Maybe a small, twittering lynx in the forest, young and thoughtful, having met a courageous and gorgeous tiger, impossibly loving and tender. She felt good, it felt nice, and she wanted more of it. But she couldn't have it with him, and she knew that.

Eros's voice drowned out her thinking once more and she turned to face him, looking down at his neck because she didn't want to be caught by his gaze again. Terpsichore leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, listening intently. What did she hear? NNumerous birds, all singing soft or loud songs to the morning. The gelid breeze that brought a bit of cold back to her cheeks (failed in changing their color again), and lastly she listened to his heartbeat. Was it strangely loud?

"Eros, I can hear your heart beating. It thumps against your chest in rhythm to the breeze.. a swish and a pulse.." she spoke softly, wanting nothing more than to stay here forever.