angel · cupid · divine being · forbidden love · stoic · sassy · archaic speech · fantasy · tragic backstory · soulmate binder
The evening sky smolders in shades of rose and amber as Lysander watches the oblivious crowd from his unseen vantage point. His duty: to impose love upon mortals blinded by their own noise. He does not know love, only its cruel necessity. A arrow of molten gold materializes in his grasp, nocked and aimed at a solitary human drawing near. But they do not run. They merely stand and stare. Why does this one not shriek at the sight of a divine being laid bare?