He sat on a cliff where the wind blew silently, overlooking the cities blaring lights and flashing sirens with calm, peaceful tranquility. He sighed sadly, looking down at the flowers in his hand, and taking out two petals, letting them fall off into the city, dancing in the wind as though their landing was random, and not destiny.
As he sulked, a crack in the earth sounded behind him, causing him to jump. He gripped the flowers, careful not to let them fall. A man came out of the earth, stretching lightly. A black T shirt with a black and white sleeved undershirt adorned him, his black jeans sagged a bit, and pale white skin almost glowing in the moonlight. He looked to the man on the cliff, and almost startled to see him. “Oh…” His voice was deep, and raspy, hints of evil intention stuck on his tongue with his words. “Hello, darling~ What are you doing up here~?” “Ah, uhm…” He paused, wondering if he should answer the man. It was obvious he was a demon, and he wasn’t supposed to speak to his kind. But, he himself was a very nice man, so he supposed a small chat could do no harm. “Just my job, it’s Valentine's day, almost the end of it… I’m just giving a bit of love..!” He smiled softly, and picked off another two rose petals, throwing them to the wind. The demon hummed thoughtfully, walking over and sitting down beside the other man. “A cupid, I assume..? I suppose they’re everywhere this holiday… we should talk a bit, hun~, my name is Akiel. What’s yours..?” He paused, then spoke quietly. “... Esmaor… it’s lovely to meet you, Akiel…” He was a little tense, almost scared of the man in front of him. He felt exposed, his light pink and white outfit contrasting the demons darker tones. His short black hair and dark skin almost made him blend into the night, and he was tempted to turn and run. But instead, he decided to give the evil spirit a chance. “Lovely name, Esmaor~” He commented with a smirk. “What are you doing up here, all alone. I’d assume a cupid would be the most excited for Valentines.” The man nodded slowly. “Yeah, most are… but, I don’t have anyone.” He shrugged, and picked off another two petals, letting them fall. “So I’m giving love to other people, with each pair of rose petals that fall on two people, they’ve officially found the love of their life…” He sighed deeply. “I don’t have a love, so I thought I might as well give to others.” Akiel frowned a bit, his confident smirk fading to a frown. “You have no one..? Don’t most cupids always have a lover?” Esmaor nodded solemnly. “Most do, yeah…” He didn’t know how to respond, his normal, manipulative attitude dropping. He repositioned a bit, and looked to the cupid, resting his head on his hand. “You have so much love to give… have you ever considered trying to find someone for you?” His voice was gentle, softer. Esmaor looked at him, almost surprised, then just shrugged. “A couple times, but no one really seems to like me for too long. So, I’ve just kinda accepted it. I’ll be okay alone…” He teared up a bit, but just looked away, blinking them out of his eyes. “But, you’re nice, at least you seem to be. I mean, you talked to me...” He chuckles, the cupid glancing over with blatant curiosity. “Well of course..! You should give everyone a chance, no matter what the species… and, I was right. You’re very nice, Akiel.” he smiled, just a tiny bit, and the demon smiled back. “I try to be when needed, especially with someone so kind and beautiful…” He smirked again, then looked out to the city. A couple more petals were plucked gently, floating down across the wind. “... you know, there’s a couple hours left before the day’s over… maybe, we could spend it together..? I don’t have anyone either.” Esmaor nearly jumped, almost shocked. “Really..? You seem like you would, you’re really.. You’re really cool..” He shrugged, and scooted closer. “Well, I don’t… and I think you’d be an amazing person to spend this day with.” The cupid paused, considering, before he smiled, and scooted to him as well. “As a matter of fact, I’d love to…” They leaned against each other, before a strong gust of wind went over them both, and two petals fell off the bundle of roses in Esmaors hand, gently landing in each of their laps. -JJ Pitts
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