3/16/2025, 6:48 PM
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Tyr's affection was welcomed, a balm to the weary ache in Cupid's heart. But it lay in stark contrast to the way the man's words cut at that wound deeper. An admission, of what the father already knew: another child, lost to him.
Out of his reach, and most likely, no longer in this world. Cupid's eyes slid shut for a moment, leaning into the kiss atop his crown. A shaky sigh was drawn through his lips, before he swallowed the emotion that had formed a lump in his throat. He reached out with a paw, folding it lightly over one of Tyr's.
It is not your fault, Tyr.
He's...in a better place, now, but Cupid didn't know that. He thought of his wailed call for his mother's intervention, calling on the goddess born of the sea to save his son from the cold depths of saltwater; and he wondered what, if any, retribution his goddess Freya would wreak against his son in the afterlife.
We can only move forward. The other children, all of them,He spoke of the prophesized litter, some left behind by their mother's disappearance, as well. He was not in any position to parent them, but they were still only children. He would be there for them in the ways he could, regardless of Cupid's...mixed feelings about the twins who'd attacked Trygve.
They still need us.
