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You would think that Eros, the god of love himself, would be perfect. And in many ways, he was “perfect” so to speak. He was attractive, sure. A perfectly average height, short, blond hair that matched his pale skin. What struck out to most people were his eyes. His pupils were (obviously) heart shaped. He had heterochromia, the colors of his irises didn’t match, his left eye was green and his right was blue. He was currently sitting on a could, sighing in the fresh air. The air here was cleaner that below, not much pollution, thankfully as well. He fluttered his wings, noticing two people talking. He smiled, aiming his arrow at one of them, letting it hit them in the heart. Their expression softened, they looked at the other affectionately. Eros hit the other with an arrow and their expression softened as well.
He sighed, his smile falling. He loved making others falling in love but… He wanted to experience that. He wanted to feel how it felt to be loved. But he couldn’t. He hated being a god sometimes.
He huffed, falling back onto the clouds. “Oh woe is me…” he wailed dramatically. He heard a snicker from someone and sat up, looking for the culprit. The culprit was Aphrodite, he rolled his eyes, throwing a bit of cloud at her as she teased, “Wallowing in your misery like usual? Why? It’s Valentine’s day!” He groaned, standing up. “You know how much I hate that holiday.” He grumbled, pushing past her. She pursed her lips, following him. “Yes, yes I know. Still being a hopeless romantic?” she asked, not any sort of hostility or teasing in her voice. “Yes! It’s not like I can help it!” he tried to defend himself, throwing his hands up exasperatedly. Aphrodite shook her head, “Have you even found someone yet?”
Eros faltered, “Well… not exactly but-”
“Eros! Come on you know how dangerous it is to fall in love with someone! Stop with this nonsense before something bad happens to you,” Aphrodite scolded, scowling. There was a reason they couldn’t fall in love. When a god fell in love and their paramour died well… their psyches couldn’t handle it. They went insane.
Aphrodite meant well, she just didn’t want her friend to get hurt. But Eros was stubborn. He wanted to be like those humans, feel the different emotions, experience life like that. “What if I became mortal then…” he suggested quietly.
Aphrodite looked shocked. “You can’t be serious. Absolutely not! You haven’t even experienced romantic attraction! You can’t seriously be thinking of-”
“Well I am, Aphrodite. Now leave me alone with my thoughts please.”
Aphrodite pursed her lips once more but left him. He sat back down with a sigh. If only, if only, he could go down and be with them. He sighed, falling forward as he unfolded his wings. He glided down like an angel, landing on the nearest rooftop. None of the mortals even batted an eye, it wasn’t like they could see him anyways. He rested his chin on his fist, watching the mortals bustle through the streets. Through all the couples he saw someone, someone who looked just as miserable as him. Now that was unusual. He slipped down onto the crowd, watching the mortal walk through the crowd. They had a hoodie pulled over their head, hands stuffed in their pockets. Eros followed them, curios. A breeze blew past, pushing there hoodie down. They didn’t seem to care much. And gosh they were… they were beautiful. No words could describe them, they had cobalt blue eyes, black, short hair. They pulled up their hoodie again, much to Eros’s dismay, and continued walking.
Eros sighed happily. So that’s what love felt like? He smiled, watching them walk away. He knew he had to meet them again.
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Eros stared at his ceiling, unable to get the mortal off his mind. His lips were etched into a soft smile, he sighed happily, closing his eyes, fantasizing about them. He ended up falling asleep, dreaming about them as well.
Oh god he was obsessed. He followed them, concealing his wings and making himself look mortal. He purposefully bumped into them, tripping. They caught him, brushing some hair out of his face. “Are you alright?” they asked, oh god their voice… It was like honey, sweeter than anything Eros had ever heard. He smiled, nodding, closing his eyes as they picked him up in a bridal style. He smiled, curling up in their arms. “Eros, do you know my name?” they asked.
Eros’s eyes opened, a chill ran down his spine. How did they know his name? He shook his head nervously. They smiled, stroking his cheek, “I’ll give you a hint, I’m going to be the one to steal your heart,” he smiled widely, giggling.
Eros gasped, bolting awake. Was that real- He shook his head, hiding his face in his shaking hands. He trembled, reasonably terrified. What had happened? Was that purely a dream or was it real? He looked up as he heard the door open, seeing Aphrodite once more. She crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame. “You went the the mortal world.” It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. Eros looked down, ashamed. “I’m sorry…” he mumbled.
Aphrodite frowned, stepping forward. “Why are you apologising? What happened?” He explained everything to her, she sighed once hearing of his dream. “Eros…” she murmured. He closed his eyes, “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“Not necessarily, we don’t know if the dream was real. Perhaps you could write some letters to him, anonymously,” she suggested. He nodded, thinking about it.
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“Oh Cupid,
Watching people from above
Do you feel bad when people break up?
Or do you not know what it’s like?
Have you ever even felt love?
Oh Cupid,
Do you know what it’s like?
Have you ever been dedicated?
Has anyone ever stolen your heart?
Was it always golden like your soul?
Surely everyone wants your heart of gold
Oh Cupid,
Does your voice sound like music?
Does your bow make a heart beat like a drum?
I’m asking a lot, I know
But I just have one last question I have to know
Would you ever let someone steal your heart?
Or would you forever be alone?
Like a hopeless romantic
Is this what it feels like to be cupioromantic?”
-your love