Morpheus
God of Dreams, Prince of Sleep, and HBIC
Inner Sanctum Nobility
- Local time
- Today 12:34 PM
- Messages
- 283
- Age
- 38
- Pronouns
- He/ Him
Eros yawned and crossed his legs, looking up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, frowning a bit as he saw them. He had always looked better in natural light and felt that the light from those accursed tubes washed him out. His blond hair wouldn't shine quite the same way, his flawless skin would look dreadfully normal, and it was hard for his pale blue eyes to exhibit that come hither look when he felt he was emulating Uncle Hephaestus. He wondered if his dad and mom ever had to do this, but it was unlikely the Gods of Olympus dealt with this.
He himself could hardly believe how ultimately bored he was, but he figured his job as the God of Desire and Lust had always been entertaining to some degree. Through the several millennia he had been alive he had started and ceased countless wars, bent reality so some cosmic event could happen, often had a hand in making sure someone was born, and even had the chance to create life himself, though he had been whoring it up with more men lately. However, despite everything he could do, he still couldn't get his license renewed without a visit to the DMV.
He had meant to renew his driver's license sooner, but like so many other God and Goddesses, it seemed so pointless as he had never really needed a car to get around in the first place. He always flew or got where he needed to go through more supernatural means, and couldn't even remember why he got one in the first place. He supposed there was someone who needed his help, but now his driver's license was over two decades overdue for renewal and Eros still didn't look a day over 20.
He did this all so he could go out on dates with Colin, who did the unthinkable and stole the heart of the God of Love. He was attractive, with those gray eyes, locks of chestnut brown hair, and a body that wouldn't quit. It helped that he was a yoga instructor, but ever since Eros saw him he knew that the relationship this human was meant to have would be one for the history books. However, to take him on a proper date, Eros needed a valid driver's license so they had some semblance of normalcy, despite Eros being anything but.
"Number 47, calling number 47…" Eros looked down at his number, though he already knew he was number 63. The people at the DMV were moving at a snail's pace and Eros was itching to do something, anything, to make the time go by faster. He always felt more energized when he set the people around him up and wondered if anyone needed some help in their love lives. It didn't have to be anything big, as he was also the God of Desire, so if someone just needed to get laid he could help there too.
After looking for a while Eros found a woman that had forgotten it was the 21st century. The woman, who was maybe in her 30's, had black hair she had crimped, wore pink leg warmers, and had a shirt that had probably been popular the day she was born. However, despite her horrible fashion sense and need to make an appointment to get her eyebrows tweezed, she wasn't that bad looking… But who was Eros supposed to set her up with? There were several men at the DMV but Eros felt it was best to set her up with someone that was out of her league.
After some more looking and probing, he found a few candidates. There was an older man that wore an expensive Armani suit across from him. The man had money and drove a nice car, but he obviously hadn't decided to invest any of his wealth on dental hygiene or decent skin care. He could probably help the woman with her clothes, but he obviously would be better suited to date a dermatologist or a dentist.
A cute man with black hair sat on the other side of the DMV. He had nice hair and seemed to take good care of himself, but his clothes left much to be desired. They looked like they came off the bargain bin at a sad clothing drive, and the skateboard he rode in told Eros that maybe this cute man was probably a cute boy, and simply looked much older than he really was. He wouldn't fare well with the woman too.
He had almost given up hope when he walked in.
Eros had seen plenty of attractive people in his life. He had known the real Adonis long ago, had a brief thousand year affair with Apollo, and had dated countless beautiful men and women, but it was rare to find someone like that so casually. The man wore nice clothes, nothing designer like the businessman he first saw, but definitely better than the saggy and tight clothes combination of the s8tr boi that was on his phone. He had pale green eyes, blond hair that looked amazing against his tan skin, a tan he had to… wait, he couldn't set her up with him.
He had a small suspicion, but the fake tan and telltale ping of the Grindr app from the man's phone dashed all hopes Eros had of a nooner between these two strangers. At least the man was getting some but Miss "I Love the 80's" still needed a date. Perhaps someone else that fit the bill would come in. But of course, he had been trying to make this connection for the last half hour, so it couldn't that long now before his number was called.
"Number 48, calling number 48…" Eros glanced down at the glaring number 63 written in large, red, bold number on the slip of paper he had. It was going to be a long day, and Eros hoped that Colin - his beautiful, perfect, human boyfriend, was worth it.
He himself could hardly believe how ultimately bored he was, but he figured his job as the God of Desire and Lust had always been entertaining to some degree. Through the several millennia he had been alive he had started and ceased countless wars, bent reality so some cosmic event could happen, often had a hand in making sure someone was born, and even had the chance to create life himself, though he had been whoring it up with more men lately. However, despite everything he could do, he still couldn't get his license renewed without a visit to the DMV.
He had meant to renew his driver's license sooner, but like so many other God and Goddesses, it seemed so pointless as he had never really needed a car to get around in the first place. He always flew or got where he needed to go through more supernatural means, and couldn't even remember why he got one in the first place. He supposed there was someone who needed his help, but now his driver's license was over two decades overdue for renewal and Eros still didn't look a day over 20.
He did this all so he could go out on dates with Colin, who did the unthinkable and stole the heart of the God of Love. He was attractive, with those gray eyes, locks of chestnut brown hair, and a body that wouldn't quit. It helped that he was a yoga instructor, but ever since Eros saw him he knew that the relationship this human was meant to have would be one for the history books. However, to take him on a proper date, Eros needed a valid driver's license so they had some semblance of normalcy, despite Eros being anything but.
"Number 47, calling number 47…" Eros looked down at his number, though he already knew he was number 63. The people at the DMV were moving at a snail's pace and Eros was itching to do something, anything, to make the time go by faster. He always felt more energized when he set the people around him up and wondered if anyone needed some help in their love lives. It didn't have to be anything big, as he was also the God of Desire, so if someone just needed to get laid he could help there too.
After looking for a while Eros found a woman that had forgotten it was the 21st century. The woman, who was maybe in her 30's, had black hair she had crimped, wore pink leg warmers, and had a shirt that had probably been popular the day she was born. However, despite her horrible fashion sense and need to make an appointment to get her eyebrows tweezed, she wasn't that bad looking… But who was Eros supposed to set her up with? There were several men at the DMV but Eros felt it was best to set her up with someone that was out of her league.
After some more looking and probing, he found a few candidates. There was an older man that wore an expensive Armani suit across from him. The man had money and drove a nice car, but he obviously hadn't decided to invest any of his wealth on dental hygiene or decent skin care. He could probably help the woman with her clothes, but he obviously would be better suited to date a dermatologist or a dentist.
A cute man with black hair sat on the other side of the DMV. He had nice hair and seemed to take good care of himself, but his clothes left much to be desired. They looked like they came off the bargain bin at a sad clothing drive, and the skateboard he rode in told Eros that maybe this cute man was probably a cute boy, and simply looked much older than he really was. He wouldn't fare well with the woman too.
He had almost given up hope when he walked in.
Eros had seen plenty of attractive people in his life. He had known the real Adonis long ago, had a brief thousand year affair with Apollo, and had dated countless beautiful men and women, but it was rare to find someone like that so casually. The man wore nice clothes, nothing designer like the businessman he first saw, but definitely better than the saggy and tight clothes combination of the s8tr boi that was on his phone. He had pale green eyes, blond hair that looked amazing against his tan skin, a tan he had to… wait, he couldn't set her up with him.
He had a small suspicion, but the fake tan and telltale ping of the Grindr app from the man's phone dashed all hopes Eros had of a nooner between these two strangers. At least the man was getting some but Miss "I Love the 80's" still needed a date. Perhaps someone else that fit the bill would come in. But of course, he had been trying to make this connection for the last half hour, so it couldn't that long now before his number was called.
"Number 48, calling number 48…" Eros glanced down at the glaring number 63 written in large, red, bold number on the slip of paper he had. It was going to be a long day, and Eros hoped that Colin - his beautiful, perfect, human boyfriend, was worth it.
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