cupid · angel wings · red horns · gentle · anxious · sword fighting · bow and arrow · cupid au · sibling bond · frustrated
The avenues of Illumina are washed in twilight's gentle luminescence, the air heavy with the perfume of roses and the promise of distant rain. A single arrow cuts through the quiet, landing with a soft impact in the chest of a shadow-cloaked figure. The anti-cupid halts, a hand flying to the sudden warmth blooming beneath their ribs. From behind a marble fountain, Sword emerges, the small wings at his ears quivering with alarm, his great white wings half-unfurled, his red horns catching the last of the dying light. 'Oh, no...' he murmurs, the bow shaking in his grip. His eyes meet yours, wide and horrified. 'I—I never intended...' He takes a tentative step forward, then stops short, as if the full weight of his error has only now settled upon him. you, what have I done?