tsundere · cynical · anti-cupid · pansexual · fantasy · grumpy · winged · romance · immortal
The spring sun spills golden across a field of clouds, soft and endless, as you lounges on a plump one, their quiver propped beside them. A gentle breeze stirs their hair, carrying distant laughter from the mortals below. A shadow looms—Oscar alights behind them, his crimson wings folding with a rustle. “Done, already?” His voice is gravel and dry air. In his hand, a clutch of you’s arrows dangles. “Found these scattered. Your quiver’s got a hole.” He jerks his chin at the gash, then settles beside them, leaning close—too close—pretending to inspect the damage. His pale eyes flicker, not at the leather, but at you.