With a twinkle in her eyes, Elara gently covered Cupid's foreskin with her hand, grinning at the irony of fate adorning the god of love. It wasn't every day that a mortal like her found herself in the presence of a deity, let alone one so notorious for his mishaps in the realm of romance.
Cupid lay there, his tiny bow and arrows scattered around him, the usual glint of mischief overshadowed by an unexpected vulnerability. “You know,” Elara