Cupid Beaumont has led a life of whirlwinds ever since he’d stepped into a world with Riptide; they’ve both crossed boundaries he’d opted to escape, long before in Witchlight when he’d been young and green behind the ears.

Yet he finds himself steeling for yet another transition, alongside additional hearts that beat alongside their own. No longer a duo on the road, but a group that journeyed together. It made him breath easy, made laughter come without a struggle, and the warmth that blossomed under tender gaze has him wrapped around their fingers.

None of them shoulders the weight of leadership any longer. Cupid felt muffled at first, as if he was betraying them all for his sight of the constant cycle — but Lexa and Roarke had supported the decision to move on. And for @Roarke to bring them home.

He breathes in slowly, glancing at the group as the sun continues to descend on them. They’d made camp in a wooded clearing — the nightly chill already sinking into his bones, and making the boy all the more clinging towards his willing partners. Once they’d dispersed into comfortable spots amongst the soft earth, Cupid opts to wiggle his way into the Cupid-sized spot that they left — whether it is a conscious effort, or habit at this point, it still sends a thrill through him whenever he notices.

{“What’s it gonna be like?”} He asks, like a kid prepped to chant another series of “Are we there yet?”s. Chin nuzzles onto the nearest hip.