Destcember Day 17- Cupid’s Arrows
Wyvern shivered and shoved his hands in his pockets as a cold wind blew through the streets of the city. Lanterns and candles lit up the many shops and storefronts they passed. Children were everywhere, and Wyvern almost got toppled over by a horde of them. Apollo had teased him about it for a while after that.
“Hey Wyvern! Get over here, you slowpoke!” he heard Phoenix shout. He caught sight of her waving at him outside a store advertising lanterns shaped like famous guardians. Apollo leaned on the wall next to the door as he scanned the crowd.
“You two need to stop running off,” Wyvern grumbled as he finally caught up to the two hunters.
Phoenix crossed her arms. “We’re not running off. You’re just slow.”
“Hmph. I should have gotten Wren to chaperone you. This is more hassle than it’s worth,” he shivered again, hunching his shoulders against the wind.
Apollo raised an eyebrow. “You’re shivering,” he stated.
Wyvern glared at him. “Thank you, captain obvious.”
“Hold on,” Apollo said, stepping up to him. Wyvern was a good few inches taller than him, so Apollo had to tip his head back to meet Wyvern’s eyes.
“What are you doing?” Wyvern asked as Apollo started to unwrap the scarf he had been wearing.
“I don’t want to hear you complaining about the cold the entire time we’re here,” Apollo replied, reaching up to wrap the scarf around Wyvern’s neck. “There. You better give it back later. Now, I want to see if I can find an Artemis lantern. She’ll be pissed when she gets back home.”
“You go ahead, we’ll catch up with you,” Phoenix said before Wyvern could react to whatever had just happened.
He watched as Apollo shrugged and pushed the door to the store open. He realized he was still gripping the scarf and quickly let his hands fall to his sides.
“Looks like Cupid just shot an arrow,” Phoenix sang, nudging Wyvern’s shoulder.
Wyvern looked down at her. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said, hoping she didn’t notice how red his face was.
Phoenix stared at him for a moment before shrugging and walking toward the store. “Whatever you say, Wyv.”
Later, when he was returning the scarf back to Apollo, Phoenix made a bow shooting motion and he had never wanted to throw something out a window more than he had then.
