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DaughterOfLoki1: we'll never know who abused cupid thankfully lol
Nope(Guest): cupids ex mentally, physically, emotionally and sexually abused him, yeah. lucas's wolf instincts took over him
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Cupid braced himself for embarrassment when his girlfriends-namely Death- came barging to him.
"What are you going to tell us?" Death demanded, "Because I heard it wasn't good."
"Mara you agreed to be calm." Cerys frowned.
Death turned to her and copied her frown. "Well, Cer, when your boyfriends brother tells you your boyfriend is going to tell you something bad, I think you have a reason to be worried and upset."
"I know, Mara, but just try to relax-"
Death cut her off with a laugh, "Yeah, that's not happening." She looked over at Cupid now. She bit her lip, thinking for a second before going over to practically smash her lips against his which made his eyes go wide in surprise. He could feel how tense she was. When she pulled away an inch, she muttered with half lidded eyes, "What happened?"
"You may want to, like, sit down for it." When they did, concern showing, Cupid began to think. His heart was beating so fast. Was he really going to do this? Was he going to admit this to others? Okay, they weren't just 'others' they were his girlfriends. But good Moon he didn't know what to expect, reaction wise. This was a very big, very personal and very hard thing to tell without crying. He had already vented to Patrick, which was so draining and made him tired, so repeating this would drain him even more.
Just say it.
How could he? What would they think?
C'mon, it'll be fine.
No it won't. They'll hate him. They'll think he's disgusting. That he's pathetic. That he's worthless. In the back of his mind, the encouraging voice became him.
Look at you. Can't even get a word out. Pathetic.
He must've paled or he really lost track of time because he heard Cerys ask, "Edwin? Are you okay?"
He forced a grin. "U-Uhm, yeah! I just-I'm trying to figure out how to word this."
They'll hate you.
'No they won't!' Cupid thought back. He didn't want to hear his voice. Anything but him.
Oh? Why's that? Cause I think they deserve someone better than you. Won't be hard. Mara over there shoulda let you die all those years ago. Would've saved the world some trouble.
"Ed, you're crying," Death cut in, concerned even more, and her and Cerys decided to slowly move closer to him. Cupid jumped, and looked at them with tear filled eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it.
Cerys opened her arms to offer a hug, and Cupid slowly moved her her before quickly clasping the smaller in his arms. When he felt her love pour over him, that's when he lost it. He just cried. In the back of his mind, he knew his girlfriends were probably going crazy with worry, but he couldn't stop. He had tried not to cry in front of Patrick, because Patrick would've dropped everything he was doing to make him feel better, and he guessed this is what he needed. He felt Death hug him from behind, more love poured over him, he cried even harder.
"Eddy, darling, it's okay," Cerys hummed. "Shh, shh," She may have looked calm, but she was thinking rapidly. What happened to him? Was he okay? Why was he crying? And many other questions with horrifying results to bat.
Cupid was trying to breathe, to say it, he knew there was no reason to doubt. He knew his mind was messing with him to think they wouldn't love him after he told them.
But he didnt feel safe! He felt like he was going to pounce out from the shadows, or behind the couch, or the ceiling and kill him. It put him on edge. He could feel breaths down the back of his neck, he could feel the hands slowly wrapping around his throat-
"Patrick," He whimpered. "Wheres Patrick?"
Patrick would protect him. He would keep him safe. He was scared of Patrick, even if he didn't want to admit it. Patrick would never let him hurt him again.
"I dont know, Ed, why?" Death asked, concerned.
"I dont feel safe," He muttered, tears coming even faster, "P-Patrick, I need Patrick!"
"Honey, hey, hey, its okay," Cerys shushed. "Somethings really wrong."
Cupid gave a frustrated cry. "I want my brother." He needed to breathe. He needed to calm down but this was to much!
"We dont know where hes at," Cerys said, tone controlled, "What is wrong?"
He wished he wasnt a sobbing mess at the moment. But the frustrated words left his lips before he realized it. "I" he said loudly with a very shaky breath, "was" another very shaky breath, "abused!"
He wished he had been more quiet and actually able to say that without having to breathe between every word, but he still said it. He got it over with. He even stopped crying.
His heart froze when his girlfriends did. Cerys had gone tense. Death was the same.
"What?" Cerys whispered. She pulled Cupid back, but he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. "Did you just say-" her voice caught. He nodded rapidly, keeping his face covered. Her hands went to his to remove them, but he pulled away and shook his head.
"N-No, Cer,"
"Eddy look at me," her voice was actual honey oh moon, "please."
He hesitated, but did as she asked. Cerys lightly tsked at his puffy eyes and red and splotchy face. Cupid wiped his eyes. "S-Sorry," he managed to say, his throat and the backs of his eyes aching.
"Sorry? For what?" Cerys frowned, cupping his face.
"Crying." He muttered, "I-I wasn't supposed to-" at least, he tried not to, "I was trying not to."
Cerys glanced away for a second before she looked behind him, her gaze becoming a more scared worry. "Mara?"
Cupid realized Mara wasn't hugging him anymore. When he turned around to see where she was at, he saw her having this forced down frustrated look that was honestly kind of scary.
"Mara?" Cupid whispered. "It's okay."
"Okay?" Her tone was a restricted growl, "Okay? How is it okay? In anyway?" She was looking at him now.
"I-I-"
"Because I'll say, Edwin, it is not."
Cupid knew she wasn't angry at him. But he still flinched because her 'not' felt to furious to him. He hid in Cerys embrace again, shaking. Cerys gave her girlfriend a look that said 'calm down, you're scaring him'.
And she did. But it wasn't because she heard Patrick's threat in the back of her mind hahaha no it wasn't! Death sighed. "Okay, I'm sorry, Ed, I'm calm now." She went to his level, and his startling pink eyes were staring at her. "Can you, uhm, can you elaborate?"
He avoided his girlfriends' gazes. "I was in an abusive relationship."
Okay. They couldn't lie, that was something you'd think to never hear the God of Love say. 'I was in an abusive relationship'.
"S-Sorry?" Cerys asked, confused, "Did you say you were in an abusive relationship?" He said he was abused. But Death and Cerys slightly assumed it was either A, when he was alive and with an abusive parent or B, he was just beaten up by random people-which, was true, but that's what they thought he meant.
Cupids expression changed. His eyebrows furrowed, regret showing in his eyes. He looked...embarrassed? "Y'know, it's nothing," he rushed, trying to stand up and go away because he regretted this, they were silently judging him.
It is weird. The God of Love tricked in his own element. Proves how stupid you really are, Edwin.
He was suffocating. His voice was louder. It was harsher.
Well, Eddy, if this relationship fails, which it will, you can always come crawling back to me. I know you still love me.
'No I don't!' He yelled back, 'I don't! I don't! I don't! Leave me alone!'
He didn't even realize Death had pulled him back, he didn't realize his breathing was back to being rushed. Death cupped his face with her hands. "Edwin, breathe."
He was trying to focus on her. But, in Fates sick twisted game, he started seeing him. He was hallucinating.
Admit it. You do. You'll always come crawling back. I can't wait to bruise you again.
He was giving him that sick, twisted grin that was so recognizable it made Cupids head spin. Cupid bit his lip, and he bit hard enough to draw blood. That alarmed the two woman more. They were saying stuff to him, but it all sounded like he was underwater.
My hands around your pretty throat.
Cupid shuddered at the tone he used. Everything was swaying slightly. He struggled to focus back to his girlfriends. "Patrick," he managed to rasp, "Where's Patrick?" Patrick would protect him. Patrick was his brother. He'd do anything to protect him. That was the running mantra in his head.
Pattys not here. Just me and you~.
Cerys and Death's faces twisted to this pitied look. He thought groggily that he may have sounded like a child.
'Leave me the hell alone!'
"You haven't been listening to us, Eddy," Cerys said, "Are you okay? You were really out of it."
Cupid slowly looked away. "I'm fine." His voice cracked.
"You're...You're not." Death said, "You're worrying me, Edwin. Is this triggering old memories? Bad ones?" His hands were occupied by theirs; Cerys had his right hand, Death had his left.
"...Yeah." He whispered, "K-Kinda. I can't, like," he gave a frustrated sigh, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Death asked. "Something's really bothering you."
He couldn't put his words together. "I, like, uhm, can h-hear, u-uh,"
C'mon, words, Edwin, use your words like an adult.
He sucked in a breath. "My abuser. His voice. Can hear it. C-Can see him." He pointed to his ears. "My words, like, aren't forming right." He kept pausing between words for a few seconds. It was annoying him.
"Can you tell us about him?" Cerys asked.
"Yeah, that might help." Death added, "Maybe his name-?"
"N-No!" Cupid shook, "I-I- no. Im not-I can't-"
"Okay, okay!" Cerys rushed, worry piercing her heart for a second, "No name, that's fine. He has no name." Cerys pulled him back into her arms. "It's okay."
Death frowned, and decided her boyfriend and girlfriend should be in her arms too. Soon, they were, Cupid cuddled between them.
"I...um..." he bit his lip, "I'm sorry. This is embarrassing-"
"Embarrassing? Eddy," Death muttered, "you don't have to be embarrassed. This...This isn't embarrassing."
Liar. Shes lying to you.
"It is!" Cupid pressed. "It's embarrassing because I'm the God of Love! You'd, like, think I would realize if I was being abused!" He hid his face again.
"Hey, hey, you're still human," Cerys hummed, kissing his cheek. "Please, Hon, listen. This shouldn't be embarrassing. Now, would you be okay with telling us what he did?"
Cupid felt a flutter of gratefulness at that. She asked him if he was comfortable telling them the abuse. "Yeah," he said, a bit breathless. "Yeah. I am."
Cerys nodded, Death following the gesture. "Whenever you're ready,"
Cupid didnt know what to start with. "U-Uhm, I need to say that this was a l-long time ag-ago," The two nodded, worry never dimming. His lips were trembling. "Me saying 'like' is, uhm, a stutter."
Okay, dumbass, does that matter? Huh? Aw, poor Eddy! He's got a wittle stuttew! The voice mocked, Shut. Up. Pa-thetic.
"A stutter?" Death repeated.
Cupid shook his voice away. "Y-Yeah. Whenever I'd, like, try to explain something to him that made him mad, I'd say it a lot because I kept trying to speak to him, t-to keep the conversation going, even though I was terrified."
How many times had Death teased him about saying 'like' to much? It was a stutter? Oh, no, the guilt was coming.
"Oh, I didnt know that," Cerys whispered, gently holding his hand.
"Y-Yeah," A few seconds passed as Cupid tried to form his words. His girlfriends took his hands again. "He hit me." He finally said. He didn't look at either of them, but he did feel them tense up. "He-He yelled at me, c-calling me, like, y'know, fat and s-stupid, w-w-worthless," every demeaning word he said, isn't the back of his mind he heard him repeat everything. He awkwardly coughed. "Y'know...just, like, abusive things..." His voice never rose above a mutter. "He, uhm, broke my ankle once. Right before Patrick found out. He gave me a black eye and a ton of bruises for Patrick to see too." A tiny smile tugged at his lips, "Serves him right."
"What did Patrick do?" Death asked, scarlet eyes showing a questioning look.
"Took care of me." His pink eyes flickered to hers for a second before looking away. "I'm sure if I had been in a better state he would have, like, hunted him down and killed him. But...I dont know. I was, like, really out of it. Everything was, like, in slow motion, everything was slightly foggy. But without Patrick, I would be the weight of a skeleton with looks to match and I sure wouldn't be smiling now." Cupids fond smile dropped. "Um, m-my ex, he was just angry. Why, I have no idea. But, uhm, it was weird. I was, like, a foot taller than him. So, like, I shouldn't have been...intimidated." His face flushed again.
"Well, why didn't you just leave?" Death asked, earning a pointed look from Cerys. Cupid froze. He slowly looked at her, annoyed and confused.
Yes, Edwin, why didnt you leave me?
Oh, he could feel his sick grin again. "Why does everyone ask that?" He said, "T-This is stupid, I shouldn't have said anything," He began to stand and tried to walk off, but Death and Cerys feverishly pulled him back.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't-That wasn't a great thing to ask," Death rushed, but Cupid continued to stare at her. "I, um, I'm just a little...confused." Cupid was still silent. He was still staring. "Please say something."
"He threatened to hurt Patrick." He whispered. "He threatened to hurt me, at first, but I told him I didn't care anymore. Then he," Cupid choked, "he said he'd hurt Patrick. I couldn't let him hurt Patrick."
Oh. Death felt guilt flood through her, while Cerys was beginning to rub his back comfortingly. "I-I'm sorry, Ed, I didn't-"
"It's fine." He cut her off, looking down, "You didn't know." He bit his lip and sighed, closing his eyes. "He would choke me if I screamed for help." Cerys face twisted to one of horror. "I passed out once, but was close to being unconscious multiple times."
"Oh my god, Eddy," Cerys whispered.
"That's one of the times he'd show concern for me; when I was going limp in his hands. You wouldn't believe the frantic slaps to my face right as my vision was completely black." His tone was wistful. "Other times he would show concern is if I refused to let him near me after he'd hit me, or he'd want me back. I did try to end it," he looked at his girlfriends in a way to show he meant it. "I don't know, I just fell for it whenever he was kind and loving. It's to fuzzy for me to remember if it seemed fake or not."
It was all fake. You were just easy to break.
Cupid winced.
This was to much for them to hear. Their boyfriend, their Cupid, recounting his abuse, it was awful. He was possibly the sweetest person either of them have ever met, could someone hurt him?
"It was my fault." Cupid sighed, "I should've realized what was happening. It was my fault."
It was. Everything was your fault.
"No, no," Cerys muttered, "it wasn't. It wasn't at all! You were manipulated." She cupped his face, he was avoiding her eyes. "Eddy, baby, please look at me," when he did, with those sad, sad eyes, and she kissed his nose. He gave a tiny smile at that.
"It's...It's really difficult to talk about this, I'm sorry," Cupid stifled a laugh.
"It's totally okay, I understand," Cerys smiled along. "But, just so you know, I am not judging you. I love you."
She's lying. You can see the disgust in her eyes.
But Cupid knew it was genuine. That made him noticeably relax. He took a few controlling breaths, closing his eyes for a few seconds while nodding. WHen he opened his eyes, his abuser was gone. Cerys always knew just what to say. Death wrapped her arms around Cupids chest, and pulled him towards her more. The action made Cupid smile. Death, as he mentioned to Patrick before, was more kind and gentle with him. Cupid was a sucker for warm affectionate actions. "Thank you, Cer," He whispered, eyes being closed gently. "I really needed to hear that. I love you too."
"I could tell, Love," She bit her lip, "Is that all the abuse that he did?" Her tone held something to it; implying something.
Cupid stilled, "No." He shook his head, embarrassment fluttering in his chest again. "Its not." His tone let her know he understood what she was asking. Cerys gave a shuddering breath, her face looking heartbroken. Death's grip tightened.
"Oh, Eddy, I'm...I dont know what to say," Cerys hummed. "I..."
"Its fine, Cer," He offered a smile, "I'm fine now."
Death, who had been silent, said, "You had a black eye." Her tone was controlled, "When, oh Moon, when Patrick brought you to see Kira and Elizabeth. You...You showed evidence of your abuse." She gave a little growl, "I called you something. I-I insulted you. Oh, I remember! Patrick got so mad at me." Regret formed on her face. "I was so confused why, but you were a bit off. I didn't...I didn't know."
Cupid shushed her, cupping her face. "It's okay. Hey, Mara, it's okay, really. You didn't know, only Patrick did. He just found out; he was really, really, protective."
"That doesn't excuse the fact that I made fun of you," She pressed, "I get why you didn't tell, I do, but...I mean, you couldn't say someone beat you up? Not an ex, just anyone?"
Cupids lips pressed to a thin line, "No, that would've, like, been to much too. I was really emotional. Like, really emotional. If Patrick rose his voice slightly in mild annoyance I'd, like, burst into tears. So, um, telling anyone I didn't trust with my life was out of the question." Mara frowned at the last sentence. Cupid caught on. "I-I mean, uhm,"
"No, I understand why you didn't trust me. I did act like I hated you."
Cupid glanced away, biting his lip. "Yeah, you did."
Death sighed through her nose, and kissed his temple. "I'm sorry."
"Its okay." He smiled. "You're just stubborn and brash."
Cerys smiled at her partners. Cupid had a gorgeous smile, and Mara had this adorable 'I'm trying to frown and be offended but you're cute' look. Everyone thought it was odd for those two to be in a relationship, but Moon did Cerys love it.
"Cer?" Cupid asked, opening his free arm to her to suggest he wanted her there, "c'mon, you're giving us this really cute smile and I can't stand it." His grin widened a bit more, but he looked tired. Cerys rolled her eyes fondly, kissed his cheek and settled next to him.
"Ed?"
"Hm?"
"I'm really sorry you had to go through that abuse." Death said against his temple, "You didn't deserve it."
Cupids lips twitched up at the corners. "There's no need for you to be sorry."
Death continued to frown. "It's just...someone hurt you." Her lips moved to his cheek. "How can someone hurt you?"
Cupid shrugged, forced grin coming out more, "Mara, its fine, really,"
Death thought for a minute. She herself did partake in some abuse; verbal, that is. Making fun of him. Yeah, they already covered it, she knew but it was still eating her up with guilt. Now he'd probably say that it wasn't that bad, which may be true, but! But, she was dating him. He had been horrifically abused in a past relationship. She...She didn't even apologize for everything she said in the past, did she?
"I'm sorry for everything I ever said to you that might've hurt your feelings." She muttered. Cupids fake grin fell, he looked slightly confused. "I didn't...I never really meant anything I said."
"I know, Mara,"
They staid in comfortable silence for a while. Hey just listened to each other's breathing.
"Do either of you know what my middle name is?" Cupid asked, breaking the silence. "Kind of a weird question, I know."
Cerys smiled. "Jay." She was giving him a loving look. "Edwin Jay." Cupid grinned along. "I remember; when we were told we were going to be wed. You came up to me, looking nervous, and said 'Hi, I'm Edwin Jay Lewis' with a shaky tone. And, goodness, it was adorable."
"Eddy Jay." Death whispered, eyes wide. "That's...That's adorable!" Death wasn't a lovey-dovey person, but good moon that name just hit her. There was something about it that she just loved.
"Eddy Jay," Cerys repeated, giggling a little, "Our Eddy Jay,"
Cupid blushed at their adoring looks with a frown.
"That frown's making you look even more adorable, Ed, I hope you know that," Death smirked.
"No it's not," He continued to frown.
Cerys and Death glanced at each other, both smiling lightly. "Couldve fooled me," Death muttered, kissing him very slowly. Cupid would be lying if he said he didnt melt at that. "But seriously, you're adorable."
"Very," Cerys agreed, pressing a kiss to his temple.
Cupid beamed at their affection. Like mentioned previously, it drained him and embarrassed him to recount his abuse to Patrick, and even more so to tell his girlfriends. Their kisses and hugs made him relax and calm down.
And, unbeknownst to Cupid himself, the two Goddesses knew that. Everyone knew Cupid thrived on affection. Not that if he didn't get any he'd like die or whatever. It was just for his personality. His confidence, his drive, it was from positive interactions from others. Cerys was more than happy to give him that, Death however was still trying her best to warm up to giving romantic affections: she had-well, has- problems showing it to Cerys when it had been just them, Death just wasn't the kind of person who wanted to show feelings. Adding Cupid changed that, it made it slightly easier, actually. His unreserved warmth eased her up.
Death sat back, "Is that all he did to you?" Her tone, which had been previously flirtatious, turned serious.
Cupid nodded, "Yeah, basically. I'd be, like, repeating myself." He looked a little bit self conscious. "I, uhm, I'm better now, it doesn't bother me much anymore. It was just one bad experience, it, uh, it doesn't outweigh all the better relationships." He shrugged it off. "But, when it does, having Patrick around helps me. My abuser, he didnt...he didnt like Patrick, he was scared, like, of him, even if he didnt want to admit it." He was trailing off. He shook his head slightly, "So, if it does begin to bother me, like flashbacks or something, I'll automatically go to him. So I probably wont, like, go to either of you." He winced at his last sentence. "I-I mean, Patrick, hes dealt with this longer, h-he, uh, oh, I-I didn't, that came out wrong, w-what I meant was-"
"Ed, hey, calm down, its okay," Death shushed. "We understand. You're closer to Patrick than us, it's fine. If having Patrick around when you need comforting, it's fine." She kissed his forehead. "There's nothing to apologize for."
He looked unconvinced. "It-...I mean, it was really rude of me to, like, say that. You're my girlfriends, I should go to you two-"
"Edwin, hush, sweetie," Cerys tsked, "You can't help it if you feel more safe with Patrick. Don't shame yourself. We understand. Don't worry about us if you need comforting. Worry about yourself."
His eyebrows were still furrowed, his lips were forming a pout. "B-But I..." he averted his gaze, away from them. "I'm sorry."
"Again, you dont need to apologize," Cerys whispered, "But, its okay. I forgive you." It caught on to her that he wouldnt quit apologizing until someone said they forgave him. Very sad, though. She had no reason to forgive him if he had no reason to apologize. But, baby steps, Cerys, baby steps.
Cupid smiled at that. "Okay." His smile dimmed slightly, he quickly glanced over at Death.
"...I forgive you, too," Her tone was more blunt, she felt the same way Cerys did. But, her guilt made her want to do everything to make him happy.
Cupids smile came back. He gave another breathless "Okay."
"Okay, well, uhm, is that all, Edwin?" Cerys asked gently. He nodded.
"Can we do something else? Like, watch a movie?" He looked sheepish. "I'm actually feeling drained after this."
They slightly grinned. "Yeah, we can," Death gave another kiss to his temple, "C'mon, lets go,"
She grabbed her boyfriend and girlfriends hands, and they were off.
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Lucas woke up- or really, became aware of what the hell he was doing- to the sight of blood. His mind was spinning; what happened? Who's blood it that? Oh no.
His own blood was running cold because he was so confused and he wanted answers but he couldn't move. He was frozen with fear. After a few seconds passed, which felt like years to him, he shakily moved to a different direction, catching sight of a mutilated deer. Slowly, Lucas put the pieces together.
He killed a deer.
Lucas killed a deer.
Lucas murdered an animal.
His breathing became more rapid. How'd he get the courage to do something like this? Was he so hungry that his Wolf instincts took over?
"Oh Moon," he shook, his hands covered in blood. He must've shifted back to his regular form without realizing. "I...I..." he was shaking. This...This was an out of body experience. This was a dream. This wasn't happening. He didn't kill an animal. No no nonononononono!
Breathe.
He couldn't. This was so new to him, he's never had to fend for himself, he never had to kill to eat. And it wasn't like he was a vegetarian- Daniel and Andrew did heavy research on Werewolves and found that if a Werewolf was one they'd be incredibly weak and fatigued, they needed meat. But this was different!
He bit into its neck. He tore it open. The...The entire corpse was bloody and flesh was ripped and-
Lucas covered his mouth, he ran away from the dead deer and vomited all while sobbing. He did that.
"Momma!"
Lucas paused from his puking. It was a kid. Lucas stood, and searched for the voice. "Hello?" His voice was hoarse and shaky. The child called for their mother again. Lucas, as surprised as he was, could pinpoint the direction it was coming from.
"Hello?" He repeated, "Hey, where are you?"
In an open feild stood a little girl, maybe eight, twirling around with a confused look on her face. Light brown skin and freckles, slightly darker brown hair and dark brown eyes. She seemed unfazed by the cold, wearing a handmade pink dress.
"Hey!" Lucas called, making the little girl jump. She stared at Lucas with wide eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm looking for my mother." She said, pouting, "I can't find her."
"Oh, um, well where do you think she is?" Why does he have this sick feeling in his gut?
The little girl glanced around again, "I don't know. Momma saw a wolf, and told me to run."
Lucas's heart stopped and dropped a billion feet below the ground. No, no, shes human. Unless..."Can you, um, hey, c-can you answer this question for me?"
She looked skeptical. "Uh huh."
Lucas swallowed thickly. "Is your Mom a...d-deer shifter?" He's heard about those; a sub class of shifters that can turn into deer, obviously.
The girl nodded. "Uh huh. Why?"
Lucas paled. He was trembling. His skull was pounding. He forced a smile. "U-Uh, no r-reason." He killed a mother he killed a mother he killed this little girls mother!
"Mister," she frowned, "Are you okay?"
Lucas was swaying. "G-Give me a minute," he rushed, "S-Stay there,"
He ran as far away as he could, and vomited all over again.
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"Miss Frost, I hope this doesn't sound disrespectful..." Cheshire began, looking at her first before Tazmania, who did that tongue thing where it only stuck out a tiny bit. She was staring at him.
Fluffy. She seemed to say.
Come near me and I'll scream- Cheshire glared at her, but Sawyer muttered, "Shoot."
"Well, uhm, you look a little troubled. Are you rethinking the whole Mad Hatter idea?"
"'Little." She sighed, petting Taz, "But, I mean, I just gotta deal with it, yknow?"
"Indeed you do." He sighed along.
Sawyer stared ahead, gaze never breaking, "Chesh, its gonna get stressful." Taz made her way up to Sawyer's shoulders, going into her hood.
"I know, Miss Frost." Cheshire said, "How is...you know."
"Hes fine," Sawyer shrugged, "Still thinks youre to proper. But hes to much of a stick in the mud."
"Hey!" Came the voice in her head, "I am not!"
"He is a stick in the mud," Cheshire murmured. Sawyer laughed.
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"Hey, Patrick," Adair said, sitting next to the Leprechaun. He was trying to read a book, but he looked like his mind was elsewhere.
"Hm?" Patrick glanced up before he realized someone was there, and closed his book. "Oh, hi, Adair."
"You okay?" Her lips turned up at the corners, "You look like you're analyzing the book there."
Patrick rolled his eyes mockingly. "Great read."
She took the book from his hands, raising an eyebrow. "You grabbed a dictionary."
"Well," He was honestly flustered because he didnt notice that he indeed grabbed it, "What if I wanna expand my vocabulary?"
She stared, unconvinced. "'Kay." She set it down with a slight sigh, "So, you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," He shrugged, "Just...Edwin."
She looked confused. "Is he still trying to set us up?"
Patrick actually laughed at that, because yes, a long, long time ago, Cupid had tried to set the two red-heads up together. Neither knew what was going on, until they were at a fancy dinner table and saw Cupid hiding and staring at their table with wide, hopeful eyes. They caught on at the same time, Patrick absolutely embarrassed that he did this, and apologized to her, saying that he'd have a talk with his brother. She was flustered too, but she said it was fine. They did have a pleasant talk, but agreed that theyd be nothing more than friends.
"No, no," He said, waving it off, "I made him promise not to do that again."
She gave a breathy laugh, "Give him credit, it was a lovely date." She lightly punched his shoulder, "Quite the romantic, you are."
He gave a slight snort, "Wow, I'm flattered, Darling," She mocked a pout, "But, no, its about his relationship now."
"I heard he was dating Death and Cerys." She said, "I thought it was kinda odd for Death and Cupid to date. Cerys and Cupid not surprising, though."
"I feel like everyones said that," Patrick laughed. His laughed slowly dissolved. "But, uh, I've been feeling worried."
Her amused look went to one of concern. "Worried? Why?"
Patrick gave her a look. She understood. "Ooh. Because of that. "
Patrick wasnt a medic. He knew that he could help Cupid when he found out about his abuse, but he couldnt fix his ankle or other possible broken bones. When Patrick said he had to see someone for it, Cupid adamantly denied seeing one. Patrick simply stated that he needed a doctor, end of discussion, so he went and got Adair. Upon hearing on what happened to him, she was shocked and heartbroken. Though, she acted like Patrick told her he fell, to save Cupid the embarrassment.
"Yeah." He muttered.
"Well, Cerys is really sweet," Adair said, "I doubt she'd let Death hurt him, though I doubt Death'll hurt him too. I've seen how she acts with Cerys. You got nothing to worry about."
Patrick sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
Adair settled against the couch like Patrick was. "Why, yes, Adair, you are very right. You're really smart! Smartest person I know!" She mocked an Irish accent. Patrick gave her a look, to which she gave a cheeky grin in return.
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im trying to make the chapters longer rip
FUN FACT #65: I have an AU for my own characters lmao
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