2/11/2025, 12:42 AM
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The pressure of Tyr's crown against Cupid's was a now-familiar greeting, and Cupid gently brushed his cheek against the new King's thick winter ruff of fur fondly. He sidestepped to allow Tyr to enter the den, the space cozy with two sizeable adults such as themselves within, but not cramped. It'd taken time to make it so, more than if he'd made it just big enough for himself when the once-Courtesan had dug it. He'd initially intended it to be a sanctuary for those who sought his services or company, but it had instead served as a place to, however briefly, shelter his children from the weathering of life on their fragile mortal forms.
They were a gift he had no words with which to thank Tyr, and a weight on his mind he couldn't truly express. Past stressors like Freya's response to them, their future in the pack, were alleviated - but fresh ones cropped up in their place with each passing day.
Tyr's scent, sweet and rich and freckled with notes of fresh pine, wreathed around the dove-god as the man made himself comfortable. Cupid held onto his muddled worries, their tension coiled in his clenched jaw and furrowed brow, for a second or two longer. Finally, he released them with a soft exhale, ears cupping loosely forward as he listened to Tyr's body nestle into the soft pelts that lined the packed-dirt floor of the den.
Perhaps.He grinned, a hint coy, at the flattery.
There was nothing but harm in holding onto those worries for now, and he stepped forward until his nose bumped lightly into Tyr's lifted paw. Cupid's tail swished of its own accord, and he found himself sinking into the embrace before thinking better of it.
Selfishness was a cruel but perhaps accurate word for Cupid's domain, and he muzzled his apprehension as his tongue swept out to clear a few of the last snowflakes clinging to the ends of the man's coat. If this comfort or distraction was what Tyr needed to carry his burdens with a little more peace of mind...Cupid could provide, he knew.
Desire was his realm, and he didn't need sight to navigate it.
