SITUATION POST: JULY 21, 2013 (APHRODISIA)

[greekchorus]

[Today, a single rose has been placed at the feet of the statue of Aphrodite in accordance with the laws for celebrating Aphrodisia.

When you ate your breakfast this morning, you might have noticed it was delicious, even better than usual. Maybe the nymphs and harpies took extra care, or maybe there was a little Love Potion No. 9 in it.

Who knows?

OOC INFORMATION ABOUT THIS EVENT CAN BE FOUND HERE.]

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[shylyintrepid]

I doubt that.

[He's a pretty pink. Zane has a beautiful laugh. And face. And body. And everything. It's particularly lovely today]

I was trying to write poetry.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[He laughs, shaking his head.]

Now have I ever given you cause to doubt me? Hm?

[Picking up his book he tilts his head, then offers it to Jehan - who is particularly cute today.]

It looks to be in a foreign language. French I'm guessing.

[shylyintrepid]

Y-yes. I'm not American like a lot of Greeks. I live in Cannes.

[He takes his notebook, accidentally brushing his fingers against Zane's]

And no one ever stops being quiet if it gets reactions out of people.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Oh my! How exotic!

[There's a teasing grin as he settles down besides Jehan.]

Can I hear some?

[shylyintrepid]

S-sure.

[He has never stuttered this much before in his life, gods above. Zane is just evil. He flips to one of his newer poems and starts reading--in French, since the meter would be off if he read it in English. It's one of his more romantic pieces, though really that isn't saying much since almost all of his poetry is romantic (or even Romantic, he's written some really Frankenstein-ish poems). It's directed at an unnamed, genderless person, comparing various flowers to their lips or eyes or hands]

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Zane was never so grateful that he actually knew French before now, after all it would have been a bit awkward not to understand Jehan's poem.

He's a good judge of character. Zane is evil. That stutter wasn't lost on him.]

Be still my heart~ Cute and a brilliant poet! I think I might just swoon.

[And he does, jokingly so, right into Jehan's lap.]

[shylyintrepid]

[dfgkhdfgjd Jehan flushes even pinker]

Zane...

[He smiles though and brushes the blond's hair from his eyes. He's very, very pretty eyes. Comparable to dahlias, in Jehan's opinion, all pretty and bright.]

Flatterer. Thank you. D-do you want to hear another one?

[honey_silk_tongue]

Is it flattery if it's the truth?

[He grins, completely unashamed as he looks up from his spot in Jehan's lap. His eyes flutter shut briefly when the hair is brushed away.

Oh, well, okay that wasn't expected.]

Oui~ I would love to hear another one of your poems.

[shylyintrepid]

Okay. Let me find one of my favorites.

[It takes a second, but he eventually finds it. This one is written specifically for a boy. A pretty blond boy.

Jehan may have written this one after meeting Zane the first time and being so overwhelmed. Maybe. Totally did.]

[honey_silk_tongue]

[He listens, keeping his eyes shut as he let's the poetry paint a picture in his mind.

When Jehan is finished he cracks one eye open, smile utterly amused.]

One of your favorites, hm? Might I ask just who you based that on?

[Because it seemed awfully familiar to him.]

[shylyintrepid]

...um.

[Jehan can't meet Zane's eyes and he's a furious crimson]

Ah...s-someone at camp.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Zane gives a small laugh, because if that didn't answer the question he doesn't know what will.

He pushes himself up, kissing Jehan's cheek.]

I don't think I've ever heard someone recount a meeting with me so beautifully before.

[shylyintrepid]

...was I that obvious?

[But he's smiling and leaning in to return the kiss]

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Oh well. Here's another surprise. Jehan seems to be full of those today.

Not that Zane is going to complain about kissing. He's kind of been wanting to kiss Jehan from day one.]

[shylyintrepid]

[Thank his mother's Greek version for this. Jehan's shy when he pulls away]

Yes, it's about you. I...get inspired by people I know all the time. Some...just...inspire romantic poetry.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Totally thanking her later with many offerings.

He can't help but laugh at the explanation, a very soft blush decorating his cheeks.]

You really are a charmer, you know that Jehan?

[shylyintrepid]

[Oh. Gods. Zane is far too lovely with that blush how is that far at all? Jehan shakes his head, smiling shyly]

No, I'm really not. I'm just me.

[honey_silk_tongue]

Yes, and you are a charming cutie who is an incredibly talented wordsmith.

[Zane grins, reaching up to poke Jehan's nose to emphasize 'cute'.]

[shylyintrepid]

[He bats the hand away playfully]

Stop it, you're going to make my ego too big for the cabin.

[honey_silk_tongue]

[Not deterred by the playful batting Zane moves to pinch Jehan's cheeks.]

Somehow I find that hard to believe.

[shylyintrepid]

Trust me.

[When Zane moves in, Jehan takes his chance and pulls him into a light kiss]