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"Oh, that's magic," I murmur.
She chuckles."More like knowledge that comes from years of minor sports injuries."
"Is cheerleading that dangerous?"
"Most of them were from when I did gymnastics.There was a supernatural team at my secondary school that used wings and magic in the routines.I sprained my wings a couple of times.One of the psychotherapists I worked with taught me how to do this.Though now I think about it, I'm not sure why he bothered when I can't do it to myself."
"Hey, I'm not complaining."And I'm not.If I didn't already know what she was, I'd think she was performing magic on me.
"Your wings are beautiful, by the way," she says, though it barely registers over how good it feels to have her do this for me."I didn't expect them to be pink at the bottom, the cupids on TV always have silver wing tips."
"Oh, that's because they're decorated.It's really common for cupids, I've just not had it done yet."Though I should.The silver would look great against the pink of my feathers and my dark brown skin.
"You decorate your wings?"
I nod."Especially if you're in a profession where you might have them out a lot.Most of the matchmakers do that so people know they're the real deal.Or that's what they claim, anyway."
"Huh, I never knew."She steps back."Better?"
"Yeah."I flap my wings, immediately noticing the difference."Thanks."I retract them and turn around, bringing the two of us much closer together than I anticipated.
She smiles at me, a wave of affection coming off her and towards me, but I don't say anything about it and try my best to ignore it completely.She clears her throat."We should eat before it gets cold."
"We can just stick it in the microwave if it does."
"Wecan't, that's a one-way ticket to food poisoning."She sits back on the bed."But lucky for you, food from this place is still delicious cold.You'll see tomorrow when you eat it."
"Or I'll just heat it up anyway," I counter with a grin.I pop open the box that seems to contain chow mein and grab a pair of chopsticks to go with it.
"So, cupids?Other than wing decorating?"she says.
"Ah, so you don't just care about the wings?"
She snorts."Surprisingly not.Though they suit you."
"Thanks, I used to hate them," I admit."Some of the kids at school would tease me about them."
"Then they're idiots."
I chuckle."Yeah, you're not wrong."
"Well for what it's worth, I think they make you look very handsome."A blush spreads over her cheeks and she glances down at the food."Is it weird for me to say that if I'm ace?"
"You can appreciate the way someone looks and still be ace," I point out.
"You look good with your wings out, it's powerful."
"I'm glad you think so."And I mean it.There's something nice about knowing she appreciates them."There's not really much else to know about cupids other than that.We can sense love between people, though it isn't necessarily romantic love, that's just the love that cupids have been able to monetise."
"I had no idea."
"Most people don't.It's fairly easy to tell what the relationship between two people is from what I can sense as a cupid.I wish I could turn it off sometimes."
"I know exactly what you mean."A haunted expression crosses her face.
I hate that this is such a struggle before her.
While I sometimes wish I could have a day off from sensing the feelings of the people around me, I have no doubt that it's nothing compared to feeling like she needs what she senses from people without wanting it.
