Here I am, flying down to Earth to make some guy unlovable all because of my mother's jealousy. How did this happen, you ask? Oh, you didn't ask? Too bad, I'm telling you anyway.
So my mother--Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty--heard that apparently there's some human down on Earth named Psyche that everyone's got the hots for lately. And being Aphrodite she must have absolutely no competition whatsoever, so she ordered me to give him some special potion so that no man would want him or whatever.
Okay finally, here I am: Psyche's house. I sneak in through a window and tiptoe my way over to his bed. I take out the man repelling potion and sprinkle it on him. While I'm putting the potion away, I accidentally jostle out an arrow from my quiver. Flustered, I fumble around with it and unintentionally prick Psyche with it.
These arrows are no laughing matter either; they make you fall in love with the first being you see. Unsurprisingly, Psyche wakes up, because duh, I just shot him with an arrow. And damn, I knew Mom was jealous of his beauty, but he's way hotter than I thought he would be.
He's so hot it startles me, and I accidentally prick myself with an arrow too. Now I feel bad about scaring men away from him, so I sprinkle another potion onto him that will bring him joy in his life. Hoping he'll think it was all just a dream, I fly away, still picturing his golden hair caressing his face.
I want to caress his face like that. Stroke his golden locks. Kiss his full pink lips. Gently intertwine his fingers with mine and hold on tight. Slowly run my hands up and down his body, feeling every inch of him. Whisper sweet nothings into his ear until I fall asleep. Lie there beside him without a care in the world. But I don't. Instead, I return home and fall asleep, dreaming of Psyche.
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