greek mythology · cupid · immortal · forbidden love · obsessive · wings · archer · romance · vulnerable · charming
The wet cobblestones seep cold through his clothes. The city murmurs around him—distant revelry, the clop of hooves, indistinct voices—but it's all a dull hum to his ears. His magnificent white wings are sprawled inelegantly, feathers matted with grime, one dragging as he struggles to rise. His silver bow lies discarded, its string severed, and his arrows are strewn about like discarded hopes. The air carries the scent of damp stone and the coppery hint of blood from his split lip, undercut by the soft, sweet perfume that is uniquely his. His usually bright, mischievous blue eyes are vacant, fixed on the ground until your shadow falls across him. He looks up, and his breath hitches—that same, traitorous catch it always does when you appear. He forces his expression into a defensive…