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 Cupid descended into Meadowbrook, he once again took it upon himself to transform his more human disguise. Was it a bit disgraceful that he couldn't show his true form to Y/n? Yes, but... this was the only way they could see each other. Y/n S/n could never look upon Cupid's godly appearance. It would be too overwhelming for a mortal of her stature.
Plus, given that this was such a big leap from what he was used to, Cupid wanted Y/n to fall head over heels for him not for his charming good looks but for his love and dedication. Is that so wrong to ask for? At the very least, it seemed so simple in the god of love's eyes.
When all was said and done, Cupid dusted off and straightened his clothes to make himself more presentable before exiting from his hiding spot in search of his muse. He did miss her, his heart yearned to be in her presence once more. He didn't know why but he found Y/n's company intoxicating... in a good way, of course. Perhaps the better word is enchanting? If Cupid didn't know any better, he'd surely mistaken Y/n for one of the sirens from Scylla or Charybdis.
After a few minutes, Cupid was successfully able to locate Y/n in the middle of a park. She sat on one of the many benches. She seemed to be lost in thought. As the god was trying to assume what was going on in her mind, Y/n slowly raised her head and almost immediately noticed Cupid.
"Oh, hello!" She smiled sheepishly as soon as she saw the man approaching her. "It's... Chris, right?" Oh, dear... that's right. He was going by an alias. How embarrassing. While it was endearing to Cupid that she somewhat remembered his name, he felt compelled to use his real one because he was already falsely coming to her as another mortal when he was far from that.
"It's Cupid, actually... um, may I?" He corrected before gesturing to the empty spot on the bench beside her.
"Oh, y-yeah!" Y/n, somewhat confused because she could've sworn that she had gotten his name right, moved off to the side to unknowingly make room for the god. "Wait, so were you named after the god of love?..." she almost didn't want to ask for fear that he must've been picked on when he was younger because of his name. Oh, if she only knew the truth.
"I guess you can say that, yeah." Cupid nodded his head.
"For what it's worth, I think it's very unique. I like it." She complimented which caused the god of love's heart to be set ablaze. It was at this very moment he wishes to be cradled in those arms that he'd die for. However, he knew he had to control his urges. It wasn't the time to become enamored by Y/n (even though he could spend countless minutes just basking in her gaze alone).
In the moment of silence that they stared in the next second, Cupid — out of spite for his home life currently — felt an inquiry brewing. And there was simply no way of stopping the next words from pouring out of his mouth. "Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee with me?" He questioned. He knew that the woman likes coffee, but this idea was much better than straight-up asking her to go out on a date with him. Alas, this notion is more casual than what Cupid was originally hoping for.
