The Second Time Cupid Fell - C.A Cupid × Alistair Wonderland

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Alistair and Cupid sat on the floor beside each other, leaning their backs on the funky wall.

The colourful teacups and kettles that once jumped around them were now silent, their magic dying away for the night as the clock strikes 12.

It was now quiet, the only sound coming from their breathing.

Cupid propped her knees up. She looked at her watch, the only right source of time in this store of so many clocks. She let out a sigh. It's been five minutes. The liquid's supposed to already kick in. She looked down at herself. But nothing's changed. She's still the same size, no tail or anything. And she didn't feel much different either.

She put her hand to her head. She did feel a little light-headed, almost like she was tipsy. She turned to Alistair. Cupid touched his shoulder, he rolled his head to face her. His cheeks were red, and he looked high. Cupid scrunched her eyebrows. "What's wrong with you?"

Alistair shrugged, unbalanced. "Nothing, I feel great," he answered, the words slurred out from his lips.

Cupid straightened her back, a surprised look on her face. She let out a laugh. "Alistair, I think you're drunk," she looked him up and down, "Like, hardcore drunk."

Alistair gave her a confused look.

"What?" He shook his head, his eyes drooping, "No I'm not."

Cupid put a hand to her mouth, grinning. "Alistair, I think the liquid that we drank made us drunk," she winced, "Well, more like, it got you drunk."

Alistair stared at her with dreamy eyes.

"I said I'm not drunk."

Cupid let out a funny scoff, "Oh really?" she crossed her arms, leaning her face closer to him, "Then why are your words slurred and messy?" she teased.

Alistair groaned, "My words are not slurred."

Cupid laughed, taking her eyes off his drunken state, leaning back on the wall.

"Whatever," she said, "You're not in your right mind."

Alistair sneered.

Cupid shrugged. "Well, at least now we know that you're right, the drink was harmless after all."

Alistair closed his eyes, scooting closer to Cupid. He laid his head down on her shoulder. Cupid sighed, looking down at his messy, blonde hair. She brought her hand up to his hair, ruffling it. "What am I going to do with you?" she whispered.

Alistair mumbled, "Love me."

Laughter escaped Cupid's lips once more. She bit her cheek, trying to contain her laughs.

Her laughter slowly died down.

She basked in the atmosphere, leaning her head back on the wall behind her.

The whole place was messy and all over the place. But in the dead of night, it was quiet. So very quiet. Cupid's smile slowly dropped. She looked down at her knees. The feeling of his head on her shoulders quite overwhelmed her. She loved and hated the feeling of him all at the same time. She craved it, she craved him, all of him. But every time he touched her, every time she felt him on her skin, she felt like she was high in the clouds, ready to plummet down to her doom.

He was her salvation and her doom.

He felt like her start and her end.

And so, in the deadly silence of the night, where only the slow gust of wind hitting the window was heard, Cupid opened her mouth.

"I'm in love with you, Alistair Wonderland."

The silence was deafening.

Alistair slowly raised his head from her shoulder. His dazed and blurry eyes staring into her soft and sad ones. She gave him a soft smile, though her eyes betrayed her intent. Alistair's lips parted, as if unsure of what to say, even in his drunken state. Cupid felt her eyes water slowly. She shrugged, indicating that it's fine.

That it was fine that he didn't love her back.

"I'm in love with you, Alistair," she repeated again, her tone soft and quiet, "And I'm sorry for that."

She sniffled, exhaling. "Alistair," she continued, "The only reason I'm telling you this is because you're out of your mind right now," she laughed, "And I could only hope that you won't remember this when you wake up in the morning," Cupid inhaled sharply, giving him a warm smile, "That I love you. That I'm in love with you."

They simply stared at each other.

Alistair was quiet. He leaned his back on the wall, his eyes never leaving her. Cupid kept looking at her front, biting her inner lip.

"It's okay," she eventually whispered, "You don't have to say anything. Just..." she turned her head to his, smiling sadly, "Just don't remember, okay?" she tilted her head, bringing a finger up to brush a strand of blonde hair away from Alistair's eyes, "Just, forget all that I said in the past few minutes. Please."

Alistair didn't answer.

Cupid leaned closer to Alistair, the soft smile still on her face. "Because if you remember this tomorrow, it would ruin everything that we've built together, don't you think so?" She let out a chuckle, lifting her hand to Alistair's head, petting his hair.

Alistair wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pulling it away from his head. Cupid's smile slowly vanished. She looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

"Hm?"

And before she knew it, he leaned closer to her, putting his lips on hers.

Cupid froze.

The whole world seemed like it stopped spinning.

The oxygen was snatched from her lungs.

Her first kiss.

Cupid didn't know what to do.

This is wrong.

But somehow, it felt like the complete opposite. She could feel her lips, connecting to Alistair's as if two pieces of a puzzle.

It felt right in that moment.

Cupid slowly closed her eyes, feeling his lips on her own. He moved against her slowly. The kiss was soft and slow. Alistair deepened the kiss slightly, pushing his body closer to hers. It felt like time stopped completely. And she wished it would have. The momentum felt unreal, everything that was happening felt unreal. Cupid felt dizzy, honey coating her heart. Water flooded her lungs, drowning her from the inside. The only thing she could feel was him. He flooded her senses, and she took in every last drop of him.

They slowly moved to a stop.

Alistair pulled away, leaving an inch of space between them. Their chests heaved as they breathed in each other's air. Cupid stared into Alistair's eyes, doubt and confusion in her eyes. Her heart was thrumming fast in her ribcage, she was breathless. His eyes started to cloud.

"Don't worry," he finally said, his voice hoarse, head in the clouds,

"I'll forget."