Phantom Hollow while you runnin through the banners [m]

He was waiting for a "no", or perhaps hoping for it. Cupid's mind and will were in two places right now: one wished to leave and the other wanted to stay. Denial would be a good excuse for departure, because why linger any longer if the stranger wasn't here? But that lead to another question: why did he even matter?

Well none of it mattered anyways. The stranger agreed to his surprise. It's funny really, one moment Cupid wanted him to go but he felt.. happy?.. as soon as he said yes. 

And the shock didn't end there. A flush of heat coursed through his body as soon as the man stepped closer. It wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before. His embarrassment peaked then. Uh, yeah, he whispered. He couldn't even look in the stranger's direction. He just had to be ill. Cupid was flustered and that was extremely odd. No one has ever made him feel like this before.

Ok, he needed to stop being so caught up in his feelings. They were here to hunt and that was it. The sooner they could get something the sooner he could leave, then he'd stop feeling so strange. Cupid stuck behind him, stopping to sniff anything in their path. His tail twitched when the stranger offered his name. Mal. Cupid repeated it over and over in his mind. Again, really weird. Mine's Cupid, he replied in a hushed tone.

He picked up the pace, taking a spot in front. Onward he went without looking back. He didn't want to. He would just have to assume Mal was close behind. There was no notable scents in the hollow, just snow and bitter cold winds. But eventually the wind had carried a new smell. Rabbit, he murmured, A little ways from here. Maybe their luck had changed.