𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 | ❝ because my heart doesn't belong to anyone, i am the inspiration of all couples. ❞
━ The ancient Roman god of love falls head over heels for a mortal. A far greater sensation than he has ever felt before. A bond tha...
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As the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, the sky above Meadowbrook was a breathtaking mix of soft pastel hues of pink, orange, and yellow. It was a dramatic contrast against the deepening blue that could be seen during the day. Cupid, the god of love, sat contentedly on a fluffy, white cloud, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.
The cloud was soft and plush, and it was the most comfortable perch for Cupid to observe the world below. The little angel let out a sigh of contentment, feeling the weight of his responsibilities lifts momentarily.
His wings, which are typically in constant motion as he flits around spreading love and affection, are now folded along his back, giving him a sense of restfulness and relaxation chasing him to enjoy the stillness of the moment, which was a rare occurrence for him. They are large and feathered, with delicate white plumage that shimmers in the soft light of the cloud.
"Hm..." he hummed and from his vantage point, Cupid could see the world below, and it was a sight that both pleased and saddened him. He could see people struggling to find love, while others were taking it for granted. He acknowledged that for those who are in love, dusk can be a particularly magical time. The soft glow of the sky creates an intimate and romantic ambiance, perfect for long walks, heartfelt conversations, and stolen kisses. The complexities of human relationships were all laid bare before him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for those who were struggling.
As he watched, Cupid saw a young couple walking hand in hand, and his heart swelled with joy. They looked so happy and carefree, lost in their own world of love and affection. It was moments like these that made Cupid feel like all of his hard work was worth it. Despite the weight of his responsibilities, Cupid seems completely at ease on his cloud, as if it is the most natural place for him to be. The softness of the cloud, the gentle rustle of his wings, and the tranquillity of his surroundings all contribute to a sense of complete and utter comfort.
He then proceeded to close his eyes, feeling the softness of the cloud beneath him, and the gentle rustle of his wings as they brushed against his back. It was such a peaceful moment, and Cupid wished he could stay there forever but it didn't take long for him to snap out of his child-like state of mind since he knew that it was nothing but a pipe dream.
However, a part of his very being felt convicted.
The truth was that Cupid couldn't help himself when it came to returning to the small town of Meadowbrook. His delicate optics moved along the landscape and noticed the lights in the houses flickering on, a sure sign that people were settling in for the night.
Bored out of his mind and lost in his thoughts, Cupid sank into the cloud and sighed with what could be described as pure bliss. He rested his chin on top of his closed fist and looked out at the horizon. His thoughts were consumed by Y/n, whom he had met earlier that day. Her beauty and charm had captivated him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had never felt so alive.
