CUPID'S FOLLY
Cupid smiled as he watched his latest success embrace in the sunset of the park. What a great matchmaker he was. Sitting on his perch in the sky, he was so happy that he grabbed his harp and started to play the tune of love.
Love. Ah, what bliss.
"Well, I see that your interventions haven't messed up my plans cupid. I must admit, although it bears my soul to say it, this latest couple were a perfect fit in my book of fate,"
Cupid turned at the feminine voice of fate. He smiled smugly, a glitter of amusement and triumph in his blue eyes.
"I'm surprised Fate. You're actually giving me credit this time. I'm glad you finally realized that I'm not as stupid and wild as you thought me to be before."
Fate shifted uncomfortably. "Cupid, I never thought you were stupid." She glared at him. "I just… Oh never mind!!"
And with that, fate stomped off to her perch in the silver chamber of destiny.
Cupid sighed to himself. Women.
Unlike the many tales human families told about cupid, Cupid was definitely not an angel with a bow and arrow to shoot at people he wanted to fall in love. And, he was most definitely not some baby, flying around naked in human air. He was a man, a handsome one at that, with bond hair, blue eyes, and a tall muscular build.
And, unlike the myths, folktales told of him, he had to work to get his couples together. He had no idea which couples were supposed to go together and he had to search hard, far and wide for one's mate. And, from there, after proper spouses were chosen, he had to bring them together and make them realize their love. Some, he noted grimly, were harder than others. Foretold in the great handbook of love, in some strange cases some people's love for one another was buried so deep within that they often mistook the greater emotion of love for hate. Cupid hadn't come upon anything like that in his reign so far. But, he had only been Cupid for a year.
"Well," he said, out loud to himself, "I guess I have to go and get ready for my next mission,"
"Talking to yourself, Lover boy?" came the mocking voice of Fate.
"Yeah, I guess I've been hanging around you for too long." He smiled impishly at Fate.
She waved a perfectly painted red finger nail at him and shook out her long raven locks. She glared at him and Cupid smirked even more.
"Look here Cupid, I need you to get on with your next mission so I can make sure my Book of Fate has the right instructions. If you don't hurry, Destiny will come in and yell at me for your folly. You know how destiny is, impatient. So haul your ass out of here and go on to the next couple," she said and stomped off again in the direction of her chamber only to stop once more. "Destiny has given you two weeks to find the couple and get them together." She continued on her way.
Cupid stared after her, checking out her trim body, with her perfect feet and backside, her perfect hair and beautiful eyes. And, he had been around it long enough, was man enough and smart enough to acknowledge the fact that he was indeed in love with fate. But he wouldn't be telling her that anytime soon. No way.
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Serena yawned and looked up from her book to her beautiful mother. With her silver hair, blue eyes and model's build, her mother was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in all of England. It was said enough times in the magazines.
Serna found herself wishing that she could have at least gained some of her mother's beauty. Not to say that she was ugly. She had golden blond hair than ran to her lower back. Her eyes were an unusual shade of violet. In fact, some might call her beautiful. She had gained her mother's build but there was just something, Serena didn't know what, but something that made her look so… ugly next to her mother.
"Serena Darling, get your head out of that stupid magazine and come along. We have manicure appointments. Chop, Chop my dear."
Serena sighed. Her mother was a menace, but she loved her anyways. The beautiful model Serenity Fairy, a usual but true last name, was the most successful model in all of England. And, she was determined for her daughter to follow in her footsteps. Serena sighed again.
Serenity stared at her daughter in utter bewilderment. Her beautiful daughter thought nothing of her looks which was utterly absurd. She was always had her head in a book, reading God knows what instead of concentrating on what was really important. Her future. Serenity frowned. Her daughter was destined to follow in her footsteps. She would be her successor, the next bright model to come and she would stomp all competition to dirt. From Serenity's grandmother, to her own daughter, they were all blessed with superior beauty looks. All but Serena had Silver hair and blue eyes which made Serena all the more beautiful and unique. And yet, her very smart daughter didn't give a fig about her inheritance and what do with it. Her own daughter had no faith in her hereditary looks.
With all of those thoughts weighing heavily on Serenity's fragile brain, she sauntered off in a huff. Her dratted daughter had to learn somehow that she was beautiful.
Serena watched her mother walk off, sighing wistfully. Her mother was beautiful and graceful in everything she did, from anger to tears, her mother was absolutely gorgeous and seemed to float.
Serena was atrociously flighty and graceless. She was clumsy, shy, and unusually intelligent. She kept her head in books and fantasies so she wouldn't have to come face to face with all of her faults. She would never match up to her mother. She acknowledged the fact and accepted it.
Serena set down her book, A Midsummer nights Dream, and walked, no oomph in her clatter, to her elaborate room. She walked to her lavish closet filled with all of the clothes she didn't need and selected a purple ensemble consisting of a knee length flimsily violet skirt and an equally flimsily lavender blouse. She put on a pair of purple sandals with a 3 inch heel, checked her appearance in the mirror and walked out of the room hoping her mother would think it was acceptable.
She found her mother waiting by the stairs, her nose upturned, her long silver mane falling like a river. She drew her gaze to Serena, lifted a beautiful eyebrow and said in an imperious tone "That skirt is ever to long my dear. Pray contrive to get one's of shorter length in the future. One should not think you modest my dear," and with that she floated to the door, in her VERY short silver skirt and tank top with a matching half jacket, and out.
Serena sighed. The same thing every day. Would she ever make her mother proud of her? I resignation, her shoulders slumped forgetting her mother's lecture on how one must hold one's head up no matter the provocation and proceeded to trip over the threshold of the door. She looked up to see her mother staring at her, her face full of concern and worry. Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, her face unexpectedly turned harsh, yet still beautiful, and she looked down at her daughter with disgust.
Serena blushed and followed her mother out of the house fervently hoping no one saw her disgrace.
Cupid stared at the beautiful girl, Serena, who was following her mother with as much dignity as she could muster. Poor girl. She didn't know the half of her problems. She didn't know what she was. He rolled his eyes and started off to America where he knew her spouse was somewhere in the vicinity and hoped the pair wouldn't be as hard to match as he expected they would be.
And with the snap of his fingers, he was in America.
Darien Blake, the model, Singer, and actor sat at the big black piano, an unlighted cigar in his mouth. He didn't smoke so he didn't light it. He bit it, looking quite dashing to every female in the crowd. He brought his black top hat to his chest, in mock salute and popped it back onto his head.
"And, that's it ladies and gentlemen. Go home, Go home and enjoy the night with your loved ones and leave me to my lonely bed." He smiled, flashing one last smile at the crowd as they began to disperse chuckling all the while at his comment, and sauntered off stage.
Once backstage Darien let out a relived breath. At least this time he didn't have to go around and talk to everyone. With all of their inquiries into his love life, he got quite tired of all the girls throwing themselves at him.
He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his chauffer.
"Hey Jameson, Let's go. I have to be at the shoot in 30 minutes. I'll be outside."
And, Darien thought looking down the dark hallway towards the back exit, hopefully no one was waiting at the back door to throw their selves at him or shriek until his eardrums stopped functioning. He took a deep breath, grabbed his black cloak and ran to the door.
Something just wasn't on his side today, he thought, as about 50 girls and women gathered about him and started grabbing onto him. He saw his limo and ran to it, praising his driver for getting there at the right moment.
Cupid smiled as he watched his latest success embrace in the sunset of the park. What a great matchmaker he was. Sitting on his perch in the sky, he was so happy that he grabbed his harp and started to play the tune of love.
Love. Ah, what bliss.
"Well, I see that your interventions haven't messed up my plans cupid. I must admit, although it bears my soul to say it, this latest couple were a perfect fit in my book of fate,"
Cupid turned at the feminine voice of fate. He smiled smugly, a glitter of amusement and triumph in his blue eyes.
"I'm surprised Fate. You're actually giving me credit this time. I'm glad you finally realized that I'm not as stupid and wild as you thought me to be before."
Fate shifted uncomfortably. "Cupid, I never thought you were stupid." She glared at him. "I just… Oh never mind!!"
And with that, fate stomped off to her perch in the silver chamber of destiny.
Cupid sighed to himself. Women.
Unlike the many tales human families told about cupid, Cupid was definitely not an angel with a bow and arrow to shoot at people he wanted to fall in love. And, he was most definitely not some baby, flying around naked in human air. He was a man, a handsome one at that, with bond hair, blue eyes, and a tall muscular build.
And, unlike the myths, folktales told of him, he had to work to get his couples together. He had no idea which couples were supposed to go together and he had to search hard, far and wide for one's mate. And, from there, after proper spouses were chosen, he had to bring them together and make them realize their love. Some, he noted grimly, were harder than others. Foretold in the great handbook of love, in some strange cases some people's love for one another was buried so deep within that they often mistook the greater emotion of love for hate. Cupid hadn't come upon anything like that in his reign so far. But, he had only been Cupid for a year.
"Well," he said, out loud to himself, "I guess I have to go and get ready for my next mission,"
"Talking to yourself, Lover boy?" came the mocking voice of Fate.
"Yeah, I guess I've been hanging around you for too long." He smiled impishly at Fate.
She waved a perfectly painted red finger nail at him and shook out her long raven locks. She glared at him and Cupid smirked even more.
"Look here Cupid, I need you to get on with your next mission so I can make sure my Book of Fate has the right instructions. If you don't hurry, Destiny will come in and yell at me for your folly. You know how destiny is, impatient. So haul your ass out of here and go on to the next couple," she said and stomped off again in the direction of her chamber only to stop once more. "Destiny has given you two weeks to find the couple and get them together." She continued on her way.
Cupid stared after her, checking out her trim body, with her perfect feet and backside, her perfect hair and beautiful eyes. And, he had been around it long enough, was man enough and smart enough to acknowledge the fact that he was indeed in love with fate. But he wouldn't be telling her that anytime soon. No way.
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Serena yawned and looked up from her book to her beautiful mother. With her silver hair, blue eyes and model's build, her mother was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in all of England. It was said enough times in the magazines.
Serna found herself wishing that she could have at least gained some of her mother's beauty. Not to say that she was ugly. She had golden blond hair than ran to her lower back. Her eyes were an unusual shade of violet. In fact, some might call her beautiful. She had gained her mother's build but there was just something, Serena didn't know what, but something that made her look so… ugly next to her mother.
"Serena Darling, get your head out of that stupid magazine and come along. We have manicure appointments. Chop, Chop my dear."
Serena sighed. Her mother was a menace, but she loved her anyways. The beautiful model Serenity Fairy, a usual but true last name, was the most successful model in all of England. And, she was determined for her daughter to follow in her footsteps. Serena sighed again.
Serenity stared at her daughter in utter bewilderment. Her beautiful daughter thought nothing of her looks which was utterly absurd. She was always had her head in a book, reading God knows what instead of concentrating on what was really important. Her future. Serenity frowned. Her daughter was destined to follow in her footsteps. She would be her successor, the next bright model to come and she would stomp all competition to dirt. From Serenity's grandmother, to her own daughter, they were all blessed with superior beauty looks. All but Serena had Silver hair and blue eyes which made Serena all the more beautiful and unique. And yet, her very smart daughter didn't give a fig about her inheritance and what do with it. Her own daughter had no faith in her hereditary looks.
With all of those thoughts weighing heavily on Serenity's fragile brain, she sauntered off in a huff. Her dratted daughter had to learn somehow that she was beautiful.
Serena watched her mother walk off, sighing wistfully. Her mother was beautiful and graceful in everything she did, from anger to tears, her mother was absolutely gorgeous and seemed to float.
Serena was atrociously flighty and graceless. She was clumsy, shy, and unusually intelligent. She kept her head in books and fantasies so she wouldn't have to come face to face with all of her faults. She would never match up to her mother. She acknowledged the fact and accepted it.
Serena set down her book, A Midsummer nights Dream, and walked, no oomph in her clatter, to her elaborate room. She walked to her lavish closet filled with all of the clothes she didn't need and selected a purple ensemble consisting of a knee length flimsily violet skirt and an equally flimsily lavender blouse. She put on a pair of purple sandals with a 3 inch heel, checked her appearance in the mirror and walked out of the room hoping her mother would think it was acceptable.
She found her mother waiting by the stairs, her nose upturned, her long silver mane falling like a river. She drew her gaze to Serena, lifted a beautiful eyebrow and said in an imperious tone "That skirt is ever to long my dear. Pray contrive to get one's of shorter length in the future. One should not think you modest my dear," and with that she floated to the door, in her VERY short silver skirt and tank top with a matching half jacket, and out.
Serena sighed. The same thing every day. Would she ever make her mother proud of her? I resignation, her shoulders slumped forgetting her mother's lecture on how one must hold one's head up no matter the provocation and proceeded to trip over the threshold of the door. She looked up to see her mother staring at her, her face full of concern and worry. Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, her face unexpectedly turned harsh, yet still beautiful, and she looked down at her daughter with disgust.
Serena blushed and followed her mother out of the house fervently hoping no one saw her disgrace.
Cupid stared at the beautiful girl, Serena, who was following her mother with as much dignity as she could muster. Poor girl. She didn't know the half of her problems. She didn't know what she was. He rolled his eyes and started off to America where he knew her spouse was somewhere in the vicinity and hoped the pair wouldn't be as hard to match as he expected they would be.
And with the snap of his fingers, he was in America.
Darien Blake, the model, Singer, and actor sat at the big black piano, an unlighted cigar in his mouth. He didn't smoke so he didn't light it. He bit it, looking quite dashing to every female in the crowd. He brought his black top hat to his chest, in mock salute and popped it back onto his head.
"And, that's it ladies and gentlemen. Go home, Go home and enjoy the night with your loved ones and leave me to my lonely bed." He smiled, flashing one last smile at the crowd as they began to disperse chuckling all the while at his comment, and sauntered off stage.
Once backstage Darien let out a relived breath. At least this time he didn't have to go around and talk to everyone. With all of their inquiries into his love life, he got quite tired of all the girls throwing themselves at him.
He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his chauffer.
"Hey Jameson, Let's go. I have to be at the shoot in 30 minutes. I'll be outside."
And, Darien thought looking down the dark hallway towards the back exit, hopefully no one was waiting at the back door to throw their selves at him or shriek until his eardrums stopped functioning. He took a deep breath, grabbed his black cloak and ran to the door.
Something just wasn't on his side today, he thought, as about 50 girls and women gathered about him and started grabbing onto him. He saw his limo and ran to it, praising his driver for getting there at the right moment.