Wapun Meadow i promise not to repeat things other people say

he was not alone in these fields. another man waited amongst the flowers and he chirped to him. the comment was met with silence at first. cupid was too busy studying his face. it was scarred. they were all scarred weren’t they? every single man he’s met. that was the norm it seemed.

and he was large. large and torn just like the man that pursued him hours before. the encounter was still fresh on his mind and his lips twitched at the thought. hopefully this guy was not as twisted as he was.

the question had gone completely over his head now. cupid’s eyes dilated and he blinked a couple of times. “huh?”