Eryx was not particularly fond of the dares that had been given to him. They were dull and lacking in creativity. Especially the whole ‘tell me why you hated Artemis’ thing. Did he really need a reason to despise her? In his mind, he did have a reason, and it stemmed from something deeper than mere dislike. To put it simply, Artemis childish and reckless behavior was not a product of love; as he saw it, it made him hate her. How could she be an Astor,his ‘cousin, and not be fcking born out of true love? There was a reason she was the unwanted Astor, anyway. Her reckless behavior, her carelessness with others’ emotions, and her irritating nature all contributed to his disdain for her. Perhaps if she were less annoying, reckless, and loud, or more like Cleopatra, he might find some reason to tolerate her, but no. Artemis just had to be Artemis.
As he sipped on his drink, he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the Disney Hades line that he had been dared to say. It was corny—extremely corny—but Eryx entertained it. Why? Because Cleopatra had begged him to do it, and though his dear cousin was annoying, she was still his dear cousin (unlike Artemis), and there was nothing wrong with being his old self, being ‘Hades’ and not Eryx for a couple of minutes. Besides, he just muttered it and did not say it out loud, so it was not as embarrassing as he thought it would be.
And so, as he took another sip from his drink, Eryx raised his brow at the shirtless person making her way towards him. He couldn’t help but feel a slight uneasiness as the person approached him, their gaze fixed on him. The dare they had been given echoed in his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of apprehension. Licking someone’s face? It was not a prospect he found particularly enticing, especially not in a public setting.
As the person drew closer, their bare chest glistening under the lights of the room, his discomfort intensified. One thing about Eryx was that he hated public displays of affection; he was ok with anything as long as people weren’t watching. He found PDA a little disgusting, and having a stranger lick his face went beyond the boundaries of his comfort zone. He was tempted to protest and decline the dare, but a part of him couldn’t help but be curious about how the situation would unfold. Maybe it was Hades in his slipping out, his old self because of the amount of alcohol he had drank, or maybe it was because Cleo was there and he knew Cleo would scold him for his rudeness, and he didn’t want to get into a fight with his favorite cousin, at least not today.
Eryx kept an indifferent expression as Hera’s tongue stroked up his neck. His face appeared to be devoid of true emotion at all times. He expected her to leave once the deed was finished, but she maintained his eyes with a malicious smile. Then, in an unexpected change of events, Hera leaned forward, her lips pushing against his. Eryx’s thinking went blank for a time as a flood of astonishment raced through his body, the softness of their lips on his.
In that instant, a choice presented itself to Eryx. He could have easily pushed her away, his features contorted with disgust as he typically would. However, he decided to embrace the moment, going with the flow that seemed to carry him along. After all, he was slightly drunk and could blame it on the alcohol and besides Eryx loved to fck, he did not consider himself a player (though I would) or a fckboi or a manwh@re but Eryx loved getting ‘hot’, probably what got him into #that situation but we not talking about it It was a Hades trait that he still had in him and also what did sexxy red say again? I don’t dance, but I know how to fck, and Eryx didn’t like most people or dating or flirting around like that but he knew how to fck and kiss.
On a normal non-drunken day, he would not do it in front of Cleo because it was disgusting to make out in front of your cousin; he would not want Cleo or Artemis to make out with someone in front of him, and if his sister did, he would probably burn the person she was making out with because, first and foremost, his sister was a 17-year-old CHILD, but today was not a normal non-drunken day.
With calculated precision, Eryx allowed the kiss to linger, playing into the game that had been set in motion. Behind his composed facade, a smirk reached his face. As his hands reached her waist, he pulled away and with an amused look asked, “Do you tend to make out with people shirtless in public a lot, especially after arguing with your ex?” Yes, he had seen what went down with Ari and Hera and he would not lie and say he was not amused by their conversation. Eryx thought that they were quite alike to each other, and their little bickering was entertaining, possibly the most entertaining thing to happen if you ignored the fake montoya love confession to Williams. Eryx leaned in to speak to her, his body pressed up against hers, his gaze locked into hers, “Also, since when were you into men?” He asked with her bare chest pressed up again him, and his lips in her neck. As far as Eryx knew, Hera has always been into women then again it was not like Eryx knew much about Hera and he knew bisexuality existed- after all as far all his parents were bisexual and he was too, possibly (he was not that big on the label though) “Private matters…” He muttered his drunk ness coming to play, “We should make this more private perhaps, someday.” He lifted her chin up with one finger and leaned in, but instead of kissing her, he smirked and gave brushed her lips with his fingers then gave her a peck.
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