"You could ask anything of me, and I would give it." Eros said, pressing a lingering kiss to Abbie's hairline. "And trust me, love. Even as a god, I'm far from perfect. Most of us are." He chuckled softly, looking down at her with a slightly wonderstruck gaze.
Abbie's smile broke, replaced by a soft, straight line.
"How can I trust you when you say you're a god? What if I say I'm Christian?" Abbie wasn't Christian, in fact, she had always questioned her own religion. Either way, she wasn't religious or political.
"You'll see, Abbie." Eros gave her hips a light squeeze, before stepping back and offering her his hand. "And if you still decide you don't believe me, or that you don't trust me, I can leave."
Abbie took his hand without hesitation.
"I have no doubt that you have feelings for me, well, maybe I do, but I wouldn't want you to leave, whether I believe you or not. It might raise issues, but…" Abbie didn't mean to show doubt, and caught herself, standing up straighter. "My feelings for you won't change, whether you really are Eros from the myths or Eros, the caring human. And even if I do believe you, I won't start treating you like a heavenly being. You'd better know that before we take this further." Abbie hadn't meant to be firm, maybe even stubborn, but that's just as she came off as, her giddy smile seemingly banished from her posture.
"Love, I expect nothing less." Eros said with a laugh, pulling her closer to him as he started across the parking lot. "I wouldn't want you to treat me like a god, despite my being one." You make me feel normal. "I'm glad you wouldn't immediately boot me outta your life, though."
"I wouldn't really do that to anyone; they'd have to do it themselves. Honestly, that's usually what happens. People say that they want to be my friend, they use me-while I know it, but I don't mind-and then leave me. Those who bother to get close to me and then leave me hurt, so I don't try to do that to anyone else." Abbie burst in a sheepish smile, squeezing his hand some.
(Do you have an idea of where they went, or do you want me to come up with a place?)
((Smol coffee shop/cafe))
"I won't leave unless you ask me to, don't worry." Eros promised, smiling down at her. They quickly reached the door of the cafe, and a small bell chimed when Eros pushed it open. They were immediately met with the smell of coffee and baked goods, the cafe warm and welcoming.
Abbie couldn't help but grin, always fond of small places like these. She ordered for herself whilst resting her hands on the counter, a cappuccino and a pecan twist, turning to Eros.
"Did you want anything? I can pay. For one of the IOU's." Abbie smirked at the idea.
(Bump, and yes you may go through your other notifs before responding to this, I'm not pushy (or rather, I'm not meaning to))
((Sksksk I have to get off at six every day now and it's killing me, cause I get back on and theres all these nottiiiiffss. Also, I have procrastination issues, so usually it just takes a bump to get me to reply.))
"I'll save those for more important things. I always pay on dates." Eros said, smirking down at her. He ordered a cookies and cream frappuchino, not quite the drink anyone might think he would.
(How many times do I have to say you're fine? Because I don't blame you, I do the same kinds of things!)
Abbie looked at him, a mix of both confused and frustrated.
"You know that I'd pay for you whether you asked me to or not, and although you paying for me would be nice, I would insist that I at least pay for myself, but I doubt you'd let me do that, so it's pointless for me to deny or insist anything." Abbie shook her head, smirking. "You are impossible. No, guys are impossible."
"Indeed we are." Eros said, gesturing to the money in the barista's hand, which he'd somehow given her without Abbie noticing. "I like to think I'm better looking than most, though. If only thanks to those divine genes." He shot her a wink, accepting their coffees. "Shall we sit?"
(I'm considering inserting Sam into this to cause tension, but I don't want to ruin their date, but I also want to do something other than have a monster interrupt everything. Or we can have something run normally, I don't know.)
Abbie narrowed her eyes at Eros, the corner of her mouth turning upwards in a smile. "Yep. Impossible. You, by flattering me, are also getting on my nerves. It's frustrating, weird, and abnormal in a sense." Abbie said, plopping down in the nearest chair, which happened to be at a table in the middle of the cafe.
((You could totally throw Sam in if you wanted.))
Eros sat down across from Abbie, setting her drink in front of her. "I never once claimed not to be. Quite the opposite, love." He took a sip of his drink, eyes scanning the cafe, part out of habit, and part for what he was about to do next. "Pick any person in here, right now."
Abbie glanced around, her curious eyes skittering across faces and the backs of heads. Her eyes landed on someone, and she almost choked on her coffee. It was Sam, with her mid-length flowy brown hair and her dark blue eyes, piercing almost anyone who gazed into them. Abbie was nervous, but her grip on her coffee showed otherwise.
Dismissing thoughts of Sam, Abbie pointed to a guy to her right. He was tall and had a stocky build, and he seemed to be moving the omlet on his plate back and forth.
Eros frowned as he noticed Abbie's hand tighten around her drink, but as he followed her gaze, his expression softened. He reached out with one hand, placing it on top of the one on her drink. "Alright, watch this." He snapped the fingers of his right hand, and pointed at the man she'd pointed out. Allowing the golden trail of some otherworldly substance to show itself to her took a moment, as he was so used to hiding it. But there it was, luckily connecting him to another person in the cafe, instead of someone incredibly far away.
((Your pick))
Abbie flinched, following the trail to find a brown-haired female looking down at her phone. She wasn't trendy, but nor was she ugly. She wore casual clothes, a mix of purple and black-rimmed glasses, and the tips of her hair were dyed burgundy.
"That's…certainly interesting." Abbie wasn't sure what to do. If she believed him, it would explain a lot, but it seemed too far-fetched. If she didn't believe him, how was she going to explain the previous events logically? "Huh." Abbie seemed dumbfounded.
"This isn't even the best part. Wait here?" Eros was already standing, first slipping over to the guy and talking quietly to him. Then, he made his way to the girl, striking up a conversation that had her laughing in minutes. And already, the other guy seemed smitten.
Eros waved Ryan, the guy he'd been talking with, over. He introduced him to Wendy, the woman, easy charisma oozing off him as they talked. The whole ordeal took maybe seven minutes, and then he was sliding back into his seat, looking incredibly happy. "They've got a date saturday." Gods, he loved this part of the job. Although, something sort of sad flickered behind his eyes.
"Um. Okay, I know that I thought that you did this as a prank, but…am I seeing things? Going crazy?" Abbie wanted to believe that this wasn't real, that she was imagining this fantasy, this unrealistic idea surrounding Eros, but even if she was seeing things, what Eros was telling her was believable. She just didn't know what to and what not to believe.
"You're not going crazy, love." Eros promised, reaching out to gently take her hand. He gave it a squeeze. "I've been doing this for any number of eras." He said, looking around the cafe. "Different environments, but you know."
"Holy crap. So you-you're actually Eros? As in the greek god? Shit." Abbie said, mostly wondrous, a small grin creeping on her face. "How? How am I attracted to a god?"
"The one and only." Eros grinned, tugging his free hand through his hair as he shot her a wink. "And, y'know, I have been told we're incredibly good looking."
Abbie put her hand to her mouth, stifling giggles. When they subsided, she put her hands on the table, her right atop her left.
"Looks aren't everything, you know. I'm mostly attracted to personality, but you exceed in both." Abbie managed a sheepish smile.
"So, before, there were actually things out to get me? Sent by gods? I know I'm somehow important to you, but why would a god want you dead? You're the freaking love god, for goodness' sake! 'Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that'."
"I'm a man of many attributes." Eros joked, waggling his eyebrows. "There were things out to get you, yes." His face darkened a bit as he looked off to the side, scanning the cafe again. This time, it was almost more wary. "Somehow, someone must have found out about me just talking to you, and decided that was a threat. A threat to what, I have no clue."
"Of me knowing some greek mythology? Please, I'm used as a pawn, not a queen, Eros. I shouldn't be that important to the gods." Abbie honestly didn't think-no, wouldn't-think that highly of herself, not to be a god's concern. Yet she was, for some odd reason that she couldn't explain.