• The End of Cupids Arrow
    Current mood: blissful

    Day is quickly swallowed by night as the moon doth glow illuminous through the thick forest and about the red and grey sky, the sound of wings flapping franticly catching up to two stricken birds intertwined by loves vine of fate, Hearts beating in unicen growing heavier with each latching of their lips, and bells from the heavens are heard. A choir of angels echo in the wind as sweet whispers of binding love is spread through each blade of grass and taken in by each hollow wood. Bound to loves unspoken song yet heard with their souls. Treasured feelings of content and splender are introduced by each party, their gaze infinite, their touch conducted. Eletricity runs through their pores when taken by the hand and summoned to eachother's arms. Heat bellowing out through the clenched grasp of reality as they have found the missing peace to complete their mosaic lives.
    Darkness can't survive in love drunken dreams, light submits to nothing, and once again their lips will latch.

    Guided by golden projectiles.
    Stricken by a master huntsman.
    Love initiated.

    At the end of cupids arrow.