.Eros.
Po seems enthusiastic about the flowers, at least, and it helps to pull Eros from his despondency. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” He offers another smile, with more intention this time, and follows Po toward the forest (still not altogether very sure where—or what—their destination was).
“I’ve never asked him his favorite,” he adds, and feels disappointed he has never bothered to ask, a frown pulling at his lips. Aion is more masculine, he supposes, his (poor) excuse for not knowing or ever having wondered. He’s also pretty certain Aion would be pleased with any flowers Eros brought him; Eros knows he would be touched by the gesture alone if Aion were the one giving them to him. “Maybe some roses, if we find them? And my favorite are tulips—I could give him some of those?” Eros imagines how Aion’s smile will look when he gives him the arrangement. He’s warmed by the thought, and tries to focus on the promise of reuniting with him.
Continuing toward the forest after his companion, Eros can only hope his journey with Po will bring him closer to finding his mate.
Continuing toward the forest after his companion, Eros can only hope his journey with Po will bring him closer to finding his mate.
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