User blog:Gremoria/WWYD Re: A flower, waiting to blossom

A Response to user: LaUltimavase's WWYD scenario: A flower, waiting to blossom

Author's Note: ''This is a shorter one, but I felt it was cute enough to warrant a response. Enjoy.''

I hadn’t known Adam for too long, a few months at most, between my responsibilities to Eros and my time spent with him, I found myself being drawn to him. To hear him speak so ill of himself, however, really soured the mood, though it did not change my perception of him. Truly, Adam was a sweet, wonderful man outside of his eccentricities and his reserved nature, but to listen to him denigrate himself was enough for me.

I decided it was time, I immediately seized him by the collar of his shirt, looked him dead in the eyes before bringing my face closer to his. There was so much I wanted to say, but I was incapable as I did not possess the honeyed poetic manner of speaking of a satyros. Releasing my grip from his shirt, I pulled him into a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around him, hearing him quietly sob into my chest. It was then I produced an arrowhead I had specially made for this moment, whilst he was unaware, allowing my fingers to brush against his back, before I had arrived at his eyes, poking his buttock with the pointed tip.

I heard him yelp as he jumped from my arms, eyes widened, his expression, shocked.

“Marietta, what the hell did y-“ He cut himself off as he saw the arrowhead I rolled around in my fingertips, paying particular attention to my own expression.

With a cocky smirk, I began to speak softly.

“Adam, you know what I am…”

He nodded slowly, “Yes…”

“And you know what this is…” I would reply, with a coy smile.

Again, he nodded, slowly.

“Then you should know what it is I feel…”

As I sat, awaiting his response, I felt myself tracing his features with my own ruby red eyes, the honey blonde hair accented by those lovely green eyes of his, that strong jaw-line. Sure he wasn’t the most fit, but as I saw him, he was perfect, he had done so much for me in the short time together and it didn’t take long for me to realize just how much I needed him. Unbeknownst to Adam, however, that arrowhead I had pricked him with I crafted specifically so as not to overwhelm him, as he was already truly an emotional man, it was merely my confession of the love I felt for him. It was then I saw it, his eyes lighting up as they always did when we were together, the ones he always had for me. I felt my cheeks burning as he was staring, try as I might, I couldn’t look away, instead, I felt my arm rise from my side as I beckoned him to me, he obliged, crawling over, before I knew what had happened, we were embraced once more.

Now I could go into detail about what happened next but I will leave that to your imagination, afterall, I am a romantic at heart and love is my business. Perhaps one day, Cupid’s arrow will strike you when you’re with the one you love.