Aerrow woke up to noise.
Someone was in his room, and he knew it.
He knew because that someone had just knocked over something big and heavy near the door, and was now spewing curses like a fountain. Aerrow blinked his eyes to wake himself up, then sprang out of bed, grabbing his blades and opening the curtains on his window in one fluid movement. "WHO GOES THERE?"
Imagine his surprise to see a short, buff little guy with a chiseled face, smiling at him from the doorway. He was dressed in what looked to be a very high quality suit, with his short blond hair slicked back. A good word to describe his demeanor would be "oily." And in one hand was a bow. Strung to his back was a quiver of arrows.
"You Aerrow?" he drawled.
Aerrow nodded.
"Hi. I'm Eros. Nice to meet you." He extended a pale hand. Aerrow just glared. Eros shrugged, then let his arm drop to his side. "Whatev. Don't know me, huh? I go by Cupid, too, and-"
"What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. ROOM."
"Oh, that's what's gotcha worried. I'm here on my mother's orders."
"Who's your mother?" Aerrow demanded, raising his weapons menacingly.
"A woman by the name of...Well, that doesn't matter. What matters is that you," -he pointed at Aerrow- "Are going to fall in love with her." He pointed at one of the walls. The wall that separated Aerrow's room from...
"WHAT? HER? PIPER? NO!" Aerrow shouted, letting his blades clatter to the floor. "I don't...she's just a...friend..."
"Look, pal," Eros growled, raising his bow and reaching for an arrow, "We can do this the easy way, or we can-"
And that's when the BOOM happened.
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A/N: Oh, my...
But is it Aerrow? I mean, it could always--
I'll be quiet.