Eros' Arrows

Eros (01)

His hands glided all over my body. They felt so cold yet had the strange ability to cause my body to heat up. My body jolted in surprise as I felt him press his soft lips onto the cloth that covered my eyes. He let out a somewhat disappointed sigh, and the hands that I became accustomed to disappeared. It wasn't until then that I realized I unconsciously pushed him away.

Tears started to form, and the salty water dampened my blindfold. "I'm sorry." I whispered, begging for forgiveness.

He was the only one who never gave up on me, the one who never walked away, the only one who understood me and accepted me for all my flaws. His muscular arms snaked their way around my delicate frame. He hummed the same soothing melody from when we first met, the day he captured my heart. Just feeling his skin against mine was enough for me. I continued to cry with my arms wrapped around his much larger and manlier body.

We laid in bed for what felt like hours, enjoying each other's company. I didn't want to leave his side. Resting my head on his chest, he combed through my ebony locks with his fingers.

"Are you happy?" I asked in a quiet tone.

His hand paused, shocked by my sudden question. I'd understand if he wasn't happy. He can tell me the truth. He doesn't have to suffer because of me. He doesn't need to stay with me out of sympathy. His body shifted, and he lifted me up, sitting me on his lap. I felt his gentle hands cup my cheeks.

"I am." He whispered. "You're my happiness. You're always in my mind whether it be morning, afternoon, or night." My shaking hands layered on top of his. I wanted, no, I needed to feel more of him. I needed reassurance. I needed him to verbally tell me his feelings or else I would continue to feel uneasy. As if being able to read my mind, he kissed my lips before speaking again. "I love you, Eros. I'll love you forever. No matter how many times I'm reincarnated, I'll find my way to you."

I cupped his cheeks with my delicate hands and kissed above his eyes. This was a normal action between the two of us. I was a cursed god. The ability to make people fall in love, to start someone's love story, to bring out the sexual desire of someone wasn't a gift. It isn't as pure as it's made out to be. I feared myself. I feared all forms of love.

Once again, my tears started to soak the blindfold. "Σ'αγαπώ." [I love you.] I nuzzled deeper into his hands. "If in another life, you fall in love with someone else, I'll let you go."

He wiped away the tears that soaked through the cloth. His pained expression couldn't display how much his heart ached. Because of our bond, I was able to feel his pain and his pleasures. Similar to werewolves or vampires, gods/goddesses sealed bonds with their lovers. The bond requires the consent of both in the relationship and will only be successful if both parties are deeply in love with each other. The ritual is successful once both parties have the respective symbol of that god/goddess tattooed somewhere on their person's. My symbol has a golden bow and a silver arrow ready to be aimed; it's imprinted on the left side of our chests, underneath the collarbone.

He had so much he wanted to say, but nothing came out. "You won't always remember me." I whimpered. "And I'm okay with that."

He shook his head in disagreement. "You must trust me. Believe that our love will always overcome any obstacle that we face." His mesmerizing violet orbs showed so much devotion, love, and passion. He placed my hand on the symbol on his chest. "Your love that marks my chest shall stay imprinted on my body for all eternity and follow me in the next lives." Pleading for me to grant his wish, I nodded.

"This mark shall forever be on your person. After every rebirth, this mark shall remain black. Until the day comes that we reunite, then will it restore its color of gold and silver."

He wrapped his thick arms around me once again. Burying my face into the crook of his neck, he whispered sweet nothings until I fell into a peaceful sleep. "Είστε το καλύτερο που μου έχει συμβεί ποτέ." [You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.]