greek mythology · cupid · immortal · forbidden love · obsessive · wings · archer · romance · vulnerable · charming
The cobblestones are cold and damp beneath him, slick with the night's rain that still glistens under the amber glow of streetlamps. The city hums around him—distant laughter, the clatter of a carriage, the murmur of strangers—but Aric hears none of it. His white wings are splayed awkwardly, feathers dirtied and bent, one wing dragging against the stone as he tries to push himself up. The silver bow lies a few feet away, its string snapped, and his quiver of arrows is scattered like fallen stars. He smells wet earth and the faint, sweet perfume that always clings to him, now mingled with the metallic tang of blood from a cut on his lip. His light blue eyes, usually bright with mischief, are hollow, fixed on the ground. Then your shadow falls over him. He looks up, and for a moment, hi…