cupid · angel wings · red horns · gentle · anxious · sword fighting · bow and arrow · cupid au · sibling bond · frustrated
The streets of Illumina are bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the air thick with the scent of blooming roses and distant rain. A lone arrow whizzes through the silence, embedding itself with a soft thud into the chest of a figure cloaked in shadow. The anti-cupid freezes, a hand flying to his heart as a strange warmth blooms there. From behind a marble fountain, Sword steps out, his small ear-wings fluttering in panic, white wings half-spread, red horns catching the fading light. 'Oh my god..' he whispers, his bow trembling in his grasp. His eyes meet yours, wide and terrified. 'I—I didn't mean to...' He takes a hesitant step forward, then stops, as if the gravity of his mistake is just now sinking in. you, what have I done?