[ There is something strangely relaxing about Eros' presence; the ease of his character is something that Ogmios can readily appreciate, and a very distinct honesty in everything that he does that calms Ogmios. He can without doubt say that there has never been an occasion where he has felt anything but entirely comfortable and even rather happy in Eros' company. Ogmios is the sort of individual, the sort of god, that hates to admit to any kind of struggle, whether it's weariness with his newspaper (a more than taxing occupation, he has discovered, though incredibly rewarding) or simply feeling a little old and tired, but at least with Eros he feels entirely less self-conscious if it starts to show.
Slowly, Ogmios sits up, leaning forward to shift himself a little closer into Eros' personal space, exhaling quietly, ridding himself of the last remnants of his sleep. ]
How nice to know I'm in your thoughts. [ And, quite honestly: ] You happen to have crossed mine recently, as well.
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[ There is something strangely relaxing about Eros' presence; the ease of his character is something that Ogmios can readily appreciate, and a very distinct honesty in everything that he does that calms Ogmios. He can without doubt say that there has never been an occasion where he has felt anything but entirely comfortable and even rather happy in Eros' company. Ogmios is the sort of individual, the sort of god, that hates to admit to any kind of struggle, whether it's weariness with his newspaper (a more than taxing occupation, he has discovered, though incredibly rewarding) or simply feeling a little old and tired, but at least with Eros he feels entirely less self-conscious if it starts to show.
Slowly, Ogmios sits up, leaning forward to shift himself a little closer into Eros' personal space, exhaling quietly, ridding himself of the last remnants of his sleep. ]
How nice to know I'm in your thoughts. [ And, quite honestly: ] You happen to have crossed mine recently, as well.