"How did it come to this?
I think about you all the time
It's no excuse, but i wish
That I never made you cry
I'm not sorry that it's over
But for the way we let it end
I couldn't find the words to say
And you should know, please believe me
I've picked up the phone a thousand times
And tried to dial your number
But it's been so long, it's never easy
It's like trying to spin the world the other way
So what can I say? What can I say?
What can I say? What can I say?" Carrie Underwood, What Can I Say
"V-V-Val?" Cupid blinked slowly. "Why are you here?"
Valentine let out a deep sigh. "I love you. Please. Just... take me back."
"How did you even get in?" Cupid scowled.
"Door was unlocked." Valentine replied. "... Chariclo, please... I'm a mess without you... And take a look at yourself..."
Cupid didn't even bother checking. Smudged makeup, the pink dye from her hair; slowly fading to reveal the flawless blonde, her eyes red from crying, she was in nothing but her pajamas... curled up on the couch, with her raggedy old teddy bear...
But Valentine... He was horrible... Not being able to see his own reflection didn't help either...
His normally perfect black hair was ruffled every which way; free from hair products, he looked paler than usual, his eyes, also, seemed red from crying and his apparel was nothing but a tattered old t-shirt and ripped jeans; his expression looked so... upset...
Apparently, he didn't care how he looked either.
"I'll do anything..." Valentine pleaded.
Cupid bit her lip and turned her back to him; tears brimming her eyes once again. "Then leave." she growled. "I don't need you."
"Once again, sugar, you're a terrible liar..." Valentine replied. His voice cracked... "Cupid, please."
"I'm not falling for you again." she hissed. "Now go."
"I just want you back..." Val had dropped the suave Southern voice... "Please. You're the only ghoul who's just so... " he sighed. "I'm horrible with words."
"You're only good with them when you're trying to seduce me." Cupid snapped. "Aren't you?"
Valentine sighed. "You're right... Chariclo... I mean, Cupid..."
"I thought you liked my real name."
"I do... It just... It sounds kind of weird coming my real voice, doesn't it?" he managed a chuckle and Cupid's piercing sapphire eyes narrowed at him through blonde and pink bangs. "Right. I'm... I'm sorry, OK?"
She sighed. "Are you here to annoy me?"
"No... I'm here to get you back. To... to love the real me..."
"I won't love the real you, Val..." Cupid murmured. "I don't even know it anymore..."
A moment of silence.
"You should go now..."
"But I don't want to..."
"Go. Before either of us do something we regret..."
"Like this?" Valentine growled, leaning over the couch and placing a passionate kiss on Cupid's lips. She melted into him, wrapping her arms around his cold, undead neck and let out a sigh.
"I love you, Cupid... I really do..."
"... But... what about...?"
"Doesn't every couple have a fight?" he muttered, falling onto the couch next to her. "No one can have the fairytale ending."
"But we all wish for it." Cupid breathed. Valentine moved a curl from her face and smiled.
"Yeah... we do..."
"I'm sorry." she muttered. "For being an idiot."
"And I'm sorry too." Valentine replied. "For not showing you the real me from the start."
Cupid giggled. "Can you still use the accent though?"
"What, this 'ole thing?" he had switched back in an instant. "You like it, sugar?"
"Yes." Cupid murmured; leaning in close. "That's so..." she blushed. "It's kind of sexy..."
Valentine chuckled and kissed her again. "We both have to promise to never get like this again, alright?"
Cupid nodded. "I agree..."
Their eyes flickered up and met each other's; baby blue against strangely enough, pink.
"I love you, Val..."
"Love you too, doll."
Cupid let out a light shriek. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Valentine just chuckled. His girlfriend was so precious... He could never resist teasing her; nor being a second away...
X3 Fluffy CupidxValentine... Oh, how I lurve it...
