"Come with me, Pavlova Cookie..~!"

"huh? Eternal Sugar cookie? Is somethi-"

"Did I stammer..?"

"..."

"Come with me, young one.."

...

Snip, snip, snip

A sharp, shrill shriek fills the silence of the garden, followed by shaky, heavy pants.

"No need to cry, Pavlova Cookie.."

The cupid doesn't respond, only loud sobs escape his lips. The pathetic sounds only worsening with her cruel, sickeningly sweet words

"You're feathers would look much better as leaves anyway..wouldn't you agree..?"

A hand grasps his chin, forcing him to stare up at the blooded wing hanging low on a fruit tree.

"It's truly a shame, your wings were so beautiful on you.."

Her sharp eyes lands on him, her pupils shrinking into thin slits

"Go on...continue with your usual, little cupid.."

Ribbons of blood fall from his back, where his feathered features used to rest. The streams on his cheeks don't see to calm either. His wounds were lazily took care of, small leaves and bark placed to make the flow lessen.

Droplets fall from his chin, onto the page of a romance that always used to cheer him up at his lowest. Though it didn't help much now, losing something of importance had little to no cure

His eyes, glossy with moisture, slowly read the words on the page, the ones that weren't wet by his tears.

The phantom wings try to flutter, but the reality of small extrusions sit completely still, the feeling upsetting the cupid further. Though he dared not to utter a word, not wanting to anger the goddess of sloth further.

So he sits there on tree branch, reading his novel, coming back from earlier events..