9/18/2025, 8:07 PM
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A soft croo sounded alongside the beating of wings as Cupid's dove landed beside him. He tilted his muzzle toward her, ears pricked, before rolling the seashell beneath his paw to deliver it to her investigative beak. He listened to her peck at and inspect the treasure, before she fluttered to her latest perch once again.
Cupid could smell Tyr's honey-sweet mead and sharp, masculine pine cutting through the brine of the sea. Intoxicating as the first time they'd met, nameless and shameless.
Cupid had never regretted anything except the pain he's brought into Tyr's life, but he wasn't sure he's have done anything differently.
He tilted his chin so he could coyly glance over his shoulder in the direction Tyr's scent was strongest. If there was an urgent problem, he would have already mentioned it. So Cupid could guess this trouble was all inside of the god's mind, and he let his lips curve slightly into a smile.
Welcome to heaven on earth, stranger. What brings you to us?
