for angie: lito picspam - jim sturgess as eros, god of love and sexual desire
His feet barely brushed against the marble floor, here covered in tightly woven rugs, here in a soft floor tapestry of foreign design. He felt like a sneak thief, come to commit a crime and steal something precious, and his face burned with anger and shame. Here was Eros, the God of Love, creeping in to break a heart and do evil. He could barely swallow the bitter bile that filled his mouth.