"Oh, yeah." Eros said, looking around. "The tragedy." The image of the Circeans' black robes and Dia de Los Muertos makeup came with a bitter and familiar taste in the back of his throat. Oh all the emotions, he was pretty sure he hated sadness, especially sadness over a loss, the most. He struggled against both the empathetic tears coming to his eyes and the images of his sister's casket being sluggishly lowered into the ground. His mouth felt dry. He kept his hand on Ayman's thigh, hoping the feel of his pants would keep him anchored against the flood of depression he was having to deal with.
'Dios mio.' he thought. Now he could feel rage lacing the thick cloud of sorrow. The Sons of Eden. Those human bastards thought they could get away with murdering such a powerful witch. They were mistaken. The Coven of Circe had a thirst for revenge written all over their hearts. Eros mentally shook himself, ridding his mind of emotions that didn't belong to him. That, however, didn't rid him of his own rage toward the Sons.
Eros just noticed the smug smirk on Ayman's lips, so he figured that he probably missed one of his boy toy's dumb jokes/stories. "Sweetie, I thought I told you to stop getting your jokes from the internet." the boy said with a wide smile on his face. He was joking (sort of) and though Eros could be semi-brutal towards his friend with benefits, it was all in good fun.
'Hello all!'
The flapping of wings quickly caught his attention as Helen, in all her glory, landed in the center of the lunch table. 'Hello Eros, darling.' She craned her long neck gracefully, examining the table of students around her. 'Oh what is going on with Arrow's hair? He should definitely fix that. Tell him to push it back. Oh Harper looks cute today. I hope she burned that blouse she was wearing on Tuesday. Someone needs to. Ayman's looking dapper as always, though I'd frankly like him better without a shirt.'