Username: iBrevity
Show Name: Roses Are Red
Barn Name:Eros
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Name Meaning:a Greek name meaning "desire" Eros was the god of love in the Greek pantheon.
his Roman counterpart was named Cupid. he was often depicted in art and literature
as a teenage boy with a set of broad white wings. his show name is the beginning
of the classic Valentine's Day poem: "roses are red, violets are blue, etc etc"
Gender: genderfluid
[he/him pronouns or they/them]
Berries: 0
Hearts: 2
Icing: 0
Personality:charming || genuine || sanguine || dreamy
Eros was born blind but he says he does not mind it overmuch when asked. It certainly doesn't stop him from charming the horseshoes off every horse he speaks to, no matter their gender or their opinion of him. There is something naturally attractive about Eros, about the way he laughs with great abandon and how despite his blindness he is always the first to go adventuring somewhere new. He remembers little things others tell him, a hundred tiny favorites and fears; he knows that Aesop is terrified of bees, that Beau dislikes being away from his mate and child, that Fox fears being approached by an unknown stallion. But he knows too dozens of things that he takes advantage of, such as that Panjin has a secret soft spot for fresh roses and that one of the few time he will genuinely laugh is when Eros lays a bouquet at his feet. Eros is surrounded by friends at nearly all times because he is so easily liked.
He is often caught up in his own daydreams and he has such a romantic nature that it's difficult to discern when he's listening to you at all or if he's simply staring at your eyes and wondering about the patch of roses that grows alongside the ranch's house and whether or not they've bloomed enough to pick. Eros is woefully optimistic, almost to the point of annoyance, but he is generally forgiven this due to his cheery nature. He loves all kinds of weather and is the horse that goes around rousing the others from their stalls on particularly dreary days, quoting that the rain will help more flowers grow and that they better enjoy the wet while it lasts. He is honest in everything he does, everything he tells the others with the sole exception of if he's on a mission to match-make. Then, Eros surmises, he's excused for lying, only because he's trying to get together two horses that are
obviously in love. It is terribly hard to say no to Eros and he recognizes this and uses it to his advantage.
Relationships:Panjin // the cynic
Eros and Panjin get along remarkably well for how incredibly different they are. Panjin is cynical; he has seen the worst life has to offer and decided he'd rather not see more, thanks. He is always laying down to sleep; he has low energy, he says, and the sun feels nice. He doesn't ever argue with anyone because he finds fighting pointless, which when he points out to his opponents never fails to enrage them further. He met Eros the first day the latter arrived and immediately invited him to nap with him with a suggestive grin. Eros had laughed and said he had a world to explore and Panjin, wide-eyed, teetered after him with amazement. He loves watching Eros explore something new with his nose or careful twitches of his feet and will often accurately describe things for him; the way the clouds look one afternoon, how tall the grass is and sharp-cut.
Although he continues his tradition of laying about he will often follow Eros to a pasture, flop over onto his side, and then answer sleepily all the questions asked. "What does this tree look like, Panjin?" Panjin will sigh. He'll say something like, "It looks like a tree, Eros," just to make Eros laugh and then he will launch into a detailed description of the trunk, the leaf shape, the way the branches have grown. Eros will listen patiently, trying to imagine it. Panjin likes these afternoons the best, as loathe as he would to ever admit as such out loud.
Halcyon // the seraph
Halcyon approached Eros first with a wide-eyed look of amazement. Eros of course couldn't exactly see that but he liked Halcyon's soft spoken tendencies and his gentle touches and so he invited him along. They often graze together and so by extension Eros often eats with the god band, the strange horses who's pelts shine too brightly or who move too fast. He doesn't altogether mind any of them either but his closest friend there is certainly Halcyon, the son of the angel Barachiel and his mortal mate Ceyx. Eros likes listening to Barachiel talk about his mate because it's the only time the stallion's voice softens and Eros can hear the smile in his words. Halcyon has dismissed every attempt thus far Eros has made to set him up with someone. When Eros finally asked if he was resistant to love Halcyon had only laughed and said no, but mortals are far too fragile for me. Eros is still trying to decide what that means.
Panjin and Halcyon do
not get along very well, mostly because Halcyon is always squinting at Panjin as though he can't stand to look at him and it makes Panjin angry. Eros cannot attest for any of this, of course, as he cannot see, but he soothes all ruffled feathers when they all stand together. Because Panjin likes Eros very much he tolerates Halcyon as much as he can, and Halcyon has tried to explain a half dozen times that it's nothing against Panjin, he's just hard to look at. Of course, this only upsets Panjin further. (Halcyon, who is the son of an angel, can see the stuff of souls. Panjin's is one of the brightest at Clovercliff and it hurts his eyes to look at it straight on. He's yet to be able to put that understandably into words.)
Trivia:-born completely blind; cannot even detect changes of light
-has a throaty laugh that comes his chest, very recognizable
-doesn't fall in love all that often himself
-frequently asks strangers to use they/them pronouns before he/him
-considers himself a panromantic asexual
-(panromantic means he could fall in love with any gender)
-he's very touchy-feely and always presses up against friends with his shoulder or flank
-loves the soft warmth of a summer day
-but has a soft spot for the brittle cold of winter as well
-has learned how to move with the sensations of his hooves on the ground rather than his sight
-gets disoriented with loud noises as they're a distraction
-is the sort to do anything he can for someone, no matter who they are him
-cannot remember his mother or father; the memories of their voices have faded
-he was not purchased by Clovercliff but rather showed up unannounced one morning
-match-makes like a fiend. is the successful purveyor of multiple couples at the ranch
-prefers they/them pronouns when dealing with strangers
Short Story:Valentine's Day is Eros' favorite day of the year. This doesn't come as much of a surprise to the friends who know how sly of a matchmaker is, how he's always considering who bests fits with who no matter what else he's engrossed in. Valentine's Day gives him a bit of an excuse to take it a step farther, allows him to fetch flowers to and fro horses with charming smiles and a light, "They only said that they wanted to give you a flower and see if you could figure out who they were."
Of course, rarely did he deliver flowers from horses who actually asked for the errand, rather sometimes approaching a single horse with a rose in the hopes that they might pursue who
they like, thinking that that one might be the one behind the gesture. Eros does not so much mind that he himself receives no flowers because he is so busy setting everyone else up. He loves love, and he's always absolutely enthused to help remind someone else of the wonderful joy of it.
This Valentine's Day is no different from any other. He wakes with a large smile on his expression muzzle and rises from his hay with a single bounce. He shakes what clings to his pelt dutifully then nudges his way out of the barn, ducking under the low-hanging bar he has memorized the hard way, stepping out and pausing a moment to judge the weather. His face warms under the ministrations of the sun and he cannot feel any humidity in the air so he decides judiciously that it's a nice day. He has nearly taken another step when Panjin says sharply, "Eros, watch out!"
Eros jerks his foot back, rights himself, and leans down to inspect whatever Panjin stops him from crushing. Panjin hurries over; Eros can hear him, has long ago memorized the way he moves as compared to the other horses, the way he smells and talks. He lifts his head when Panjin stops despite him. "What is it, Jin?"
"Uh, a um... gift?" He seems flustered, his voice interspersed by hard breaths like he had just run some great distance.
Eros' smile turns down into a bewildered frown. "A gift?" He repeats incredulously. "From who?"
Panjin sidles closer. Eros can hear his weight shift from hoof to hoof. "Me," he said finally, exhaling the word on a breath. "It's from me, okay?"
"It's a gift for me?" Eros asks delightedly, his smile resuming its normal wattage. "For Valentine's Day?"
Panjin blows out a big breath. "Yeah."
Eros kind of prances in place for a moment (it's much too dangerous to prance about lest he catch his hoof on some unseen hole and fall) and then reaches down for the gift again. He feels it out with gentle probes of his whiskered nose, smells a sweet nectar of flowers and feels the arch of the petals against his muzzle. He lifts his head with a pleased smile. "Flowers?" He asks Panjin.
The other stallion comes a tad closer and leans down to it himself. Eros can feel the closeness of him and stands stock still when he feels something brush the crown of his head. Panjin situates the wreath for a moment before stepping back, satisfied. Eros shifts his head a bit, feeling the flowers bunched up around his neck. "It's a wreath?" He asks.
"Halcyon helped me make it," he said in reply, of course deflecting attention from his role in the gift. "It took forever. You better like it, Eros."
Eros laughs loudly, a peal of genuine joy. "Of course I like it," he says, inching closer to Panjin until their shoulders are touching. He nudges up against the stallion, says, "Now lead me around so I can show everyone else."
He surprises a laugh out of Panjin. "I never pegged you as a show-off, Eros."
Eros preens. "I never had anything to show off before, Jin." They begin walking, Eros keeping pace by the sensation of Panjin's muscles bunching and relaxing against him. For a while he says nothing; and then, quite suddenly, he leans over and lips at Panjin's mane, presses his cheek against his thick neck. "Thank you," he says. "It's lovely."
Panjin flushes, his skin growing hot. He presses back against Eros and says gruffly, "You don't know it's lovely if you can't see it, Eros."
Eros only laughs and says nothing more. He knows his thanks were understood.
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