Owl to Eros

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Hey man,
Is that offer for a drink and being stabbed with one of your arrows still open? Because I think I need it. Them. Both things. If you don't mind.

Kon El

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Okay! Come up and get them.

~Eros ♥

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Kon pushed his way into the Gryffindor dorms, not noticing that his fingers nearly splintered the Pink Lady's frame as he swung it back. He was shaking like a leaf, and, if he had the presence of mind to think about hit, he'd have wondered how he could actually manage to walk in that state. Kon was trying NOT to think-- pinpointing the goal to get to Eros. The rest of his thoughts were taken up by a swirling morass of guilt, angry, fear and depression. And an overwhelming desire to just be numb.

He'd screwed up. he knew he'd screwed up, but Tim had-- Tim was-- Kon raissed his hand to knock on Eros' door and left a dent two inches deep.

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The door simply dissolved, and Eros looked up at Kon with a wide, childish smile, friendly and open. He had a mini-quiver slung over his back, complete with arrows, and he held a tiny, beautifully-carved bow in one chubby little hand.

With the other hand, he offered Kon a baby bottle filled with red-purple wine, cheerfully telling him, "Hello, mortal alien person! Would you like a drink first, or to be no longer in love with Timmy-Robin?"

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Kon paused, trying to reconcile the young boy he saw before him with the (mostly) self-controlled, if bitchy god that usually wandered the hall of Hogwarts. The sight, in fact, did manage to snap him back into focus a bit, the roiling emotions fading for a moment, as he took in the sheer CUTE that was Eros's child form. "A drink. Yeah." He took the... baby bottle? And stepped inside. "Thanks for doing this."

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"You're welcome!" Eros adjusted the wreath of thick, bright flowers that sat on his curly golden locks, and tilted a sunny smile up at Kon from underneath them. The baby bottle was made of clear glass with hearts carved into them, and inside was wine from a particularly fine vintage. Eros couldn't quite remember the year, but it didn't matter.

Toddling over to a pile of cushions, he plomped himself down, and grabbed another baby bottle filled with wine. "Toast?"

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"Sure." Kon strode into the room and flopped down beside the young god. "Shit, you weren't kidding when you talked about love sucking. If I had known..." Kon's angst warred with a sharp spike of amusement at Eros's attitude. The hard lump of anger and guilt hadn't gone way, but the red haze was fading from his vision.

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"Love is ouchie." Eros told Kon with the odd solemnity of a very young child who doesn't understand what it means to be wrong. "Girls pull your hair and steal your flowers and make you chase them around. And boys throw mud at you and threaten you and kiss you."

He took a suck of his bottle, a little of the fermented grape juice dribbling down his chin but wished it away easily enough.

With a smile, bright and cheerful again, the baby god informed Kon, "I'm glad I'm just a kiddie and not in love. You should be a kiddie too."

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"Not physical mud," Kon grumbles, and took a long drink. Drinking from a bottle was definately weird, but the wine was really nice, and made a warm fuzzy feeling begin to suffuse him as it hit his stomach. "And he wouldn't let me kiss him. Being a kid's probably nice. But weren't you an adult before?"

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"Depends on where you are when you argue." Eros nodded his head emphatically, wreath going a little askew as he did so. Pouting, full lower lip jutting out stubbornly, he fixed his flowery halo again, and then sucked at the bottle earnestly, nodding to Kon's question. "I was an adult, but then Psyche came on my radio show so I decided to be a kiddie again. Kiddies don't have best friends that fall for bitter bad boys instead of you."

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Kon tilted his head back for another swallow of wine, and then leaned over to muss Eros' hair up a bit. "You're cuter like this. And less bitchy." He paused, feeling his stomach knot at the mention of 'bad boys.' "They don't, do they?" But it would be really irresponsible of him to end up a kid-- and anyway, the last time he'd done that his powers had gone missing for months. "Stupid Tim. Stupid JASON."

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"And you're lots taller!" Eros giggled happily, the sound light and carefree, and leaned into the hand playing in his hair. He liked this mortal. Maybe this mortal could be his daddy! Except he was a mortal, and Eros wasn't, so Kon probably wasn't his daddy because mortals had mortal babies unless they'd have sex with a god, and Kon probably hadn't done that.

Eros checked. Yup. No sex with gods so far.

Helpfully, he echoed back, "Stupid Jason and stupid Tim. That's why you should be a kid. You can play with me, and I'll hit you with an arrow of indifference, and everything will be all fun instead of emo-pouty."

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Oh hell, Kon hadn't had sex yet at ALL. Sex with a god was completely out of his league. And, hell, he was only sixteen-- not too much time in there for being Eros' daddy.

Kon sighed, frustrated and tugged gently on a lock of Eros' hair before leaning back and taking drink. That's what he came here for, so he wouldn't keep thinking about damn TIM and all of the stupid shit Kon had done because of him since getting here. And Eros had a point-- he hadn't had any fun since he got here, not with Tim getting all weird, and then the shit with Jason, and the other Superboy, and now THIS? "Hit me up, little bro," he said without thinking.

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"YAY! I have someone that I know is my brother and not possibly my daddy or my child!" Eros clapped his hands together gleefully, chubby palms not making much noise at all, and put down his bottle of wine. He put the arrow down next to it, then simply grabbed a lead-tipped arrow from his quiver and stabbed Kon in the thigh.

The arrow melted away as soon as it struck the teen, and Eros used that hand to make an airy wave, changing Kon's body instantly from that of a teen's to a child's. Now he had a playmate!

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Kon didn't have time to yelp when the arrow pierced him-- it faded away, apathy wrapping around the fear and anger and love and dulling them into a grey mass, safely tucked away where they wouldn't bother him again (at least not for a while.) He felt as though gigantic weight had just dissolved, and exhaled slowly, feeling a lot better suddenly.

And then-- the world seemed shrink and get brighter, more colorful. "Wha--?" His voice was higher too.

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Eros threw himself at Kon promptly, pounce-tackle-hugging him and wound both of his plump little arms around Kon.

"YAY!" He cheered again, utterly thrilled as they hit the cushions. He grinned at Kon, eyes blue and divinely pure, and picked up a tasselled cushion and whacked Kon with it while giggling, "Pillow fight!"

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Kon laughed as he tumbled over backwards, feeling the sudden, childish urge to give Eros a great big hug right back. He'd never felt quite so FREE before. Then the pillow whacked him and he yelped covering his head with one arm as he grabbed for another pillow.

"Pillow fight!" Kon echoed, jumping at Eros and whomping away with abandon. Obvously, the pillwos were well made, since Kon's thoughtless throws weren't causing them to explode yet.

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"YAY PILLOWS!" Eros laughed freely as he tried to both hit back and duck Kon's hits, more breathless through laughing than anything else. Thanks to divine origins, and tendency to just enchant everything around him, Kon's blows weren't hurting him anymore than it would hurt a normal child to be hit by another.

He fell backwards off the pile of cushions, and scrambled back a little, still trying to get in the occasional good hit. The flower crown was askew over one ear, his curls were thoroughly disarranged, and he tripped over his own cloth as he tried to get up, hitting the ground to flail at Kon's legs with the cushion that was his chosen weapon.

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The pillow made a solid hit to Kon's legs and he tripped, tumbling over onto Eros, just as he was winding up for another blow. He giggled, dropping the pillow between them and rolling to once side so he could swat at Eros from the ground. He was laughing so hard he could barely breath!

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Eros kept trying to pummel at Kon, even as his wreath got knocked nearly completely off his head. It dangled down over an eye and halfblinded him, petals tickling at his nose as he laughingly tried to keep on fighting the good fight.

It was a good thing that gods, even baby gods, didn't need to breathe because Eros couldn't remember having laughed this long and hard since he'd come to this mortal school!

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Kon giggled and gave up on the pillow, pouncing on Eros instead. It was a good thing Eros was a god, because as a child Kon didn't pay attention to how hard he held Eros's arms. And a tickling we will go!

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"Noooooo!" Eros mock-wailed dramatically, trying to kick with his fat little legs but failing, too busy squirming. Kon was tickling him! His little mortal brother was tickling him! Twisting and writhing, cloth tangling around his legs and stopping him from using them effectively, Eros tried to get away, protesting laughingly, "N- No tickling!"

...If Kon let go, Eros thought, he could so tickle Kon back.

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Kon giggled and scooted back a little bit so he could tickle even better! Eros wasn't really his little brother-- he'd never had one. But if he DID, he'd want him to be JUST LIKE Eros! Ticklish!

He let go so he could find a better place to tickle, though.

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Ah-hah! Kon had made the very grave tactical error of letting go of Eros! Delighted, the miniaturized god of love instantly pounced Kon back to the floor, wriggling on top of him and trying to tickle him back. His lower lip poked out with concentration, Eros determined to make Kon cry uncle.

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Kon made a squeak of startlement and tumbled over backward, chubby little arms flailing. "Leggoleggoleggoleggoleggo!" That probably would have been close to crying uncle, except that Kon's fat little fingers found Ero's sides and he went right back to trying to out-tickle Eros. And laughing so hard his sides hurt.

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"No! Won't let go! My turn to tickle you!" Eros said firmly, tickling back as well as he would while trying to dodge away from Kon's fingers. Which he wasn't doing all that successfully.

Their struggles took them over to a tall, golden lamp holder, and as Eros knocked into it, it fell over and hit the floor with a loud clang, spilling rose petals all over the floor. Eros blinked for a moment, then waved a chubby hand, turning them into candies instead. He picked up the nearest one and plonked in Kon's open mouth, "Sugar!"

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The sweet thing melted on Kon's tongue and he bounced up, and grabbed for another one, distracted from tickling Eros. Candy was WAY more important than tickling Eros. "Ooh!"

Kon was apparently a really distractable five year old.

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"Candy candy candy!" Eros chanted gleefully, making the candy petals float around in the air. He squeed and flew after them, trying to catch them out of the air with his mouth alone.

This new game was fun!

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"Yay!" the de-aged clone cheered, zooming into the air, flying in rapid circles around Eros and trying to catch a petal on his tongue. His wake kept stirring them up, and he was finding it harder than it looked to get one. "Aaa~aahn!"

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Eros swooped upwards, and then tried to hover with only one wing while shaking out the other, now having candy petals stuck inbetween the white feathers. Unfortunately, that sent him off-balance. Very off-balance.

And the four-year-old god of love suddenly found himself crashing right towards Kon!

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Even as a child, Kon's instincts were to wrap his arms around the other boy and cushion his fall, but Eros knocked HIM off-course too, so they went tumbling over and over, straight into a big pile of pillows. "Yeep!" Their impact sent a fountain of feathers flying into the air.

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Eros didn't say anything for a little, too busy giggle-laughing and trying to pick feathers out of Kon's hair. Blue eyes alight with delighted mischief, he pronounced happily, "That was fun! We should go talk to Uncle-Brother-Father-Son Hermes and Ares and Dite-Mommmy so that they can meet my new little brother!"

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Konwas not even going to try and parse that tangle of relationships. His five year old mind picked up the first one and latched on. "Okay! I hope Uncle Hermes and Dite-Mommy like me." Kon had never really HAD parents. "I want a mommy."

He stole a feather from Eros and stuck it in Eros' messy blond hair, giggling wickedly.

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"Dite-Mommy's going to love you!" Eros reassured Kon, his wreath of flowers having disappeared somewhere during their mock-battle. The feather stuck out at a jaunty angle, clean white with a gold gleam to it, and Eros carefully poked one into Kon's hair as well, having turned it blond to match his at the same time that he'd deaged the other male.

With another laugh, slinging a fat little arm over Kon's shoulders, Eros went on confidently, "She loves everyone 'cept Psyche. C'mon! Let's go looking for her!"

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