10/16/2025, 8:58 PM
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I couldn't resist, Tyr replied. Always willing to play along with Cupid's games, the convoluted smoke-bombs he kept throwing between them. All in an effort, futile, to mask the fondness Cupid feared he wore far too openly upon his brow. He had mostly gotten over that secret sneaking concern that they were going to get caught and somehow punished by someone long since no longer around to do so.
And besides, what worse punishments were there to bear than what he'd already suffered? Mortality, as the gods had always warned, was as cruel a curse as it was coveted a blessing for Cupid.
I couldn't resist, and Cupid's smile was fit to light the world, if the sun wanted a break. He knew he was desirable. He was addicted, however, to Tyr's desire. He breathed in the other man's sweet-pine scent as he neared, pressed the silk of his cheek against the man's crown.
You know...His voice was soft, low. Thoughtful and sultry in equal measures. All the armor the saccharine archer wore, Tyr's very presence seemed to lift off his shoulders. A weight relieved. Beneath it, Cupid could not determine what remained. Beneath it, Cupid tried to shy away from Tyr's knowing of him even while he gravitated toward the man's familiar touch; allured and repulsed by the very same things.
Cupid had seen love, loved love, in all its forms.
From the worst of it to the best, and he did not know where along that spectrum his relationships fell, and he did not know what of it he deserved to call his.
Cupid's paw lifted, brushing along the Skorungr's shoulder, as he chuckled lightly, and began again.
Sirens are said to devour handsome sailors like yourself. You should be more careful, stranger.
