Written: while listening to the rain
Powered by: like 18 hours of sleep
Inspired by: this short story by Neil Gaiman: Nicholas Was…
“Cupid”
You misunderstand him. He lives an eternity of prepubescence, forever wrapping in the blubber of youth, flushed cheeks and innocent curls of gold. His mischievous youth taught him, sneaking up on strangers, lurking in forbidden rooms, watching for what he shouldn’t see. It didn’t take long to learn that what he saw would never be his. The weapon raised and pointed, sometimes at the object of his desire, sometimes at the one she looks to longingly.
And yet, it never turns out quite the way he expects it to.