[He lifts his hand only to let Ogmios turn onto his side, palm against the side of his thigh when he lowers it again. There's nothing possessive about it; the Greek god doesn't know how to be when he's always been a poster child for sharing love wherever possible.
His fingertips lightly squeeze at the other deity's leg in affectionate but silent reassurance that he's come here because he wants to spend time with Ogmios, ulterior motives forever absent. With Eros, what you see is what you get.]
I was thinking about you so I thought I'd come see you.
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[He lifts his hand only to let Ogmios turn onto his side, palm against the side of his thigh when he lowers it again. There's nothing possessive about it; the Greek god doesn't know how to be when he's always been a poster child for sharing love wherever possible.
His fingertips lightly squeeze at the other deity's leg in affectionate but silent reassurance that he's come here because he wants to spend time with Ogmios, ulterior motives forever absent. With Eros, what you see is what you get.]
I was thinking about you so I thought I'd come see you.