Lorraine
Perched in the core of *Eros Enclave* Resides one of many of the God of Desire's abodes. Overseeing buzzing streets and engulfed by towering establishments, there is a lone calm here that Eros does not often revel in. His penthouse is suited meticulously to his tastes. High ceilings beautified by bejeweled chandeliers, with an excess of windows for both organic lighting and the desire to observe. Complimented by decor of varying shades of red, illuminated by a sultry, dim lighting. Here, Eros channels an allure that is away from prying eyes.
Buena
While mortals were known to celebrate a seemingly endless amount of holidays and special occasions as apart of their tradition, the same could not be said for a family of godly figures who were regarded as some of the most divine in the realm. Hedone was staunch in her approach to activities that didn't fulfil a layer of enjoyment and delight within her, however this dinner was the overruling exception. She cared dearly for her parents and appreciated the expanding opportunities afforded to her as a product of their union, but that often meant that their opinions of her were a non-negotiable factor of their relationship. Hedone was a confident, young goddess, full of immense possibilities for a future that she hoped would be seeped with pleasure, enjoyment, and delight - a path that wasn't as desirable to others. She didn't care nor allowed her attention to be stolen by the thoughts of those who do not understand that life was more than war and business, that taking time away from the complexities of this world was an under-utilised tactic that many could afford if they only believed in it's value.

Her maroon dress with windows of nude illusion gracefully touched the ground as she walked into a home that was familiar to her. A soft, mood lighting shrouded her face in a shade of darkness, flickering in the candle's embrace as she passed by them. Hedone wasn't surprised by Eros' decor and setting, it was one aspect that he was likely the best in the cosmos at achieving. Her parentage was vastly unique in it's formation, two creative minds came together with love cementing their bond and gave birth to a goddess in her own right. While other children of gods were in the trenches of the heightening war, Hedone's mind couldn't be farther from eliciting any sort of influence over the unfolding events. War was not an avenue that brought her joy, it was the complete opposite. She was born from the embodiment of love and the mind, and the ramifications of violence and tyranny held no place in her internal thoughts and motivations.

Hedone slowly waltzed into the dining room area of Eros' condo, carefully traversing through the hallways lined with beautiful portraits and artefacts, a feeling of jealousy washed over her as she wished for a home that looked as divine as this. The dining table dressed with a stunning cloth and lined with intricate ornaments immediately caught her eye, her father always knew how to put on a display that was capable of taking your breath away. **"It looks immaculate in here, as expected, father."** She walked over to her parents with a kick in her step now, leaning into them to plant a kiss on their cheek. They looked as though they hadn't aged a day despite the worries of the world becoming more prevalent of an issue each day.

**"I trust that the both of you have been taking care of yourselves, I believe we have much to catch up on... More importantly, do I have free reign of the alcohol cabinet tonight? I have my eye on something sweet, yet satisfying."** She pursed her lips, glancing over her shoulder to embrace the view from her father's home that overlooked a city that was rich with culture and love.
Clifford
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ˋ° • * ⁀ 𝓒 𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃'𝐒 𝓒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 ;
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`Title .` Nourishing Connections.
`Setting .` The Abode of Eros.
`Characters .` Eros, Hedone, & Psyche.
`Pings .` 
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࿐ ➴ ⨾ ₊˚ ໋ ꫂ ၴႅၴ
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At the peak of exclusive luxury, the God of Desire peered below to those that would never know the taste of it. Stretched along a plush couch with the physique of a regal feline, the glinting of Olympian's bustle placed a celestial glow in eyes of blue. A chilled cosmopolitan in hand, dressed in jewelry of silver that caught the uneven sway of the flame of candles— his beauty had no rival, even amidst warfare. Delightfully obscene and gently corrupt, Eros observed towering establishments and the glistening of signs as if he was large enough to flatten all of it. Tonight, however, he would not be the artful serpent of the night. Among his sublime bloodline, Eros flayed the skin of an entertainer and softened in their company.
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It was, endearingly, one of few occasions that Eros would not miss. Rarely would it be delayed, ending his holidays of leisure and impish escapades to be where he was now. In the midst of vast debauchery and the void of sin, he was nipped by the irregularity of normalcy when in their company. Psyche, his truest love that persevered even in the absence of lust, and Hedone, who swallowed life's raptures with a similar strain of his ardor. His two Goddesses, his forces that revealed to him all that he obtained and fell scarce of. Here, in alluring shade and lavish calm, he invited them in.
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Eros knew of Hedone before he caught glimpse of her, for she traversed with a striking divinity akin to his own. With rapids of blonde hair, with a dress that flowed and called, she could only be his daughter. Sweetly incidental, he wore a shirt of satin that was as scarlet as her own. His gaze deserted the cityscape to observe her, wearing shadows with the ease of gaudy jewels. Her praise emphasized the grace of his features, for he smirked in appreciation, tilting his head as if he anticipated her peck of a greeting. The cosmopolitan had chilled the pads of his fingers, and his free hand was utilized to lightly touch her arm. Despite her arrival that had been not long after Psyche's, he remained where he was, stretching his limbs and crossing them.
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"Oh, does it? Not much has changed, but the lamps are a recent splurge. You look lovely, Hedone. You must tell me who designed your dress."
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Eros took the cocktail glass by its slender stem, tilting it upward and taking a generous gulp. The tartness, a sweetened taste that he was well adjusted to, caused his tongue to rise to the roof of his mouth in delight. The illicit daemon turned his abdomen to face the two of them, sighing pleasantly through his nose. It smelt of an almost empyrean cuisine, gliding through each extensive room of the penthouse and surely to the rooms below. Eros substantially valued the tastes of a curated dish, and for those reasons, his designated chef took residence of the kitchen for their annual feast.
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The indication of alcohol allowed his gaze of affection to become polluted with common devilry. Eros took his legs from the couch to the rug of sheepskin below, leaning to place his glass on the nearest table.
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"Whatever you'd like, seems I've already had a head start. It was freshly stocked— just for you."
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Eros carefully evaded the discussion in regard to his life, as if he were unsure where to begin. The war, though not present here, selfishly took space. He held no concerns over himself, but he felt differently for Hedone. Assuredly did he know that the two of them could navigate life with success, yet his musing of the war's outcome swelled. At Poseidon's service, Eros gathered that this was no mere skirmish. It had begun to befoul the ignorant conduct of mortals, and it could be felt in the vexation of rain or elevation of tides. Eros could look to Psyche and know that she, too, understood.
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That did not show on his face, now. With his hands free, Eros stretched his arms along the sofa's backing, biceps notably toned in the fitting of his garments. In his slack stature, he seemed to wish for them to gather with him.
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"Dinner should be ready in a moment. Federico is... *Meticulous*, but the dishes are well–worth the wait. So, how has your work at the spa been, Psyche? I do not know why you bother with some of those patrons. Many come just to gawk your beauty."
Lorraine
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