Cupid’s hands moved easily as he worked to carve the names into the shaft of his arrows, sharpen the colorful heart shaped tips. Carefully place the feathers in for balance. His fingers worked with practice yet his mind wandered to the wedding he had yet to fully plan.

What flowers should they get? White suit? Black? How much for a garden venue?

His thoughts gone somewhere beyond the room his hands got clumsy. A gasp of pain brought him back as he was frozen. The wound fading into just a heart shape on his palm.

Cupid went from still to smiling. The familiar rush to the magic he could not allow in his system. The feeling of affection to the one that was written on the arrow.

He dropped the drained arrow as he headed out the door. The name shining in the evening.

‘Engineer’

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Cupid has been struck! The magic of his own arrows making him ‘love’ Engi. Not so bad seeing how they fight, right?

I got bored and did a prompt. - Mod A

Cupid gasped in slight pain as the back of his head hit the basement wall. The current fight leaving his mind as his nails scratched at the other man’s face before one was pinned over his head roughly. A heeled shoe came down on Engi’s foot just as rough lips covered his.

The taste of oil and grease mixing with the cherry and wine taste. Teeth pulling harshly at the bottom lips; the metallic taste of blood coming when cracked lips split.

Metal fingers dug into slim hips as the shorter Jim was stuck between the man and the wall. Painted nails raked down the back of a t-shirt harshly. A button was lost on a vest; bruises were being made.

The raging anger that had started this slowly began to fade. The kiss became less teeth and pain and more lips. The grip on Cupid’s wrist loosened until it broke. The hand moving around Engi’s neck to keep him close.

The hold on the hips was less bruising and more caring, still holding the other close but not so demanding. The kiss broke slow, both panting heavily into the other’s mouth as their lips brushed.

Every hour, on the hour, Cupid was back in his room. Drained arrows were scattered around the room. All of them had the name ‘Engineer’ written on them in shaky writing. 

Cupid was shaking as he tried to steady his hand for the most recent arrow he needed. His skin was pale and his hair was messy in its ribbon. His head was spinning as the arrow sank into his arm. The rush was there for only a second before he stumbled back and had to brace himself on the bed. 

The taste of copper filled his mouth and he forced himself to spit it out. The red stained the white carpet. How weak I am. Engi will never love me like this. 

The thought of the Jim made is empty stomach lurch. Was Engi trying to hurt someone again? Or was he with that bastard of a man, Writer. The very name made him burn with rage. 

He pushed himself back up and only stumbled a few steps before moving out into the studio again. He had a mission to accomplish. 

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Cupid is not right in the head.

Will someone accidentally end up dead?

The poison has started to work

Cupid has gone bizzerk.

Can nobody stop him?

Nobody save him?

*Earlier today* Cupid is sitting in his room with his sleeve rolled up. Two arrows are on the ground already drained. His fingers are shaking as he sits against the side of his bed; breathing in and out. His other hand holds an arrow with the same name carved into it stick into his arm. 

The magic flares from the tip and then the pink color goes grey. He takes out the weapon and watches at the wound heals over. The heart on his arm joining two others. The veins around them looked a little dark but that did not matter. His mind was wrapped around the magic’s hold. 

He felt the rush of affection and love, of power, and a sigh left him. He felt complete like this. Complete with just this love and Engi. Perfect, handsome Engineer. 

Where is he? Why isn’t he here?

The thoughts spurred him to get up and move out of his room. Only kicking the used arrows under his bed as a way to clean up. 

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