“It’s a rom com,” Death interjects, and I swear his smile only gets wider, like he’s enjoying the fact that he won’t have to suffer alone.
“Will Juliet be there?”
Love grins. “Oh, yes. She’ll be there. Seeing as you haven’t scheduled another date yet, I thought I would be the gracious cupid that I am and help you out a bit.”
“Has she mentioned anything about me?” I ask, feeling needy about the whole thing and it’s only been a day.
Who knew reapers would be the needy ones in this pairing.
“You mean like how she wouldn’t shut up at all yesterday while we were at the old folks’ home, which is hands down one of the biggest hot spots for cupids? You wouldn’t think so, because they’re like, old, but grandma and grandpa are getting it on.”
“Focus, Love.”
“Oh right. She wouldn’t stop talking about you touching her wings, and how hot you were, and asking me if I thought you were really interested. Honestly, I should be getting overtime for dealing with the two of you. So, are you coming to the movie or not?”
“I’m in. Should I change?”
Love looks me up and down and then looks over to Death, who’s still in his robes.
“Nah, keep the robes on. Let’s go. It’s one of my favorites.” I put my coffee away and stand on her left and Death stands on her right.
“Have you watched a rom com before, Mors?” he says, and I can tell he’s holding in a laugh.
“I’ve seen Me Before You,” I reply and Love gasps.
“That is not a fucking romantic comedy, you psychopath.”
“What do you want from me? The theater in Purgatory only plays horror films and dramas.”
“I swear, the universe sent me here to save you. Let’s go,” Love says before popping us straight into Cupidale.
The first thing that hits me is the scent of cotton candy as I look around the grand park she took us to. The grass is green, like in the mortal world, but the swaying trees outlining the field are different shades of pink and purple. There’s a giant stretched screen at the end of the park and the rest of it is lined with pink and red blankets, pillows, and beanbag chairs.
“I’ve already commandeered the best spot,” Love says, holding Death’s hand and leading us to a tucked away area on the right.
“I’m not sitting in the beanbag chair,” Death says and Love pouts.
“But what if I sit on your lap in the beanbag chair?”
Death contemplates and sighs, sitting his massive ass down on the bright pink bean bag. I arch my brow at him, but he just rolls his eyes as he holds out his arms, and Love sits down on his lap.
She strokes his face and kisses his cheek. There are a few cupids who are gaping in their direction. Clearly they’re not scandalized by the affection, because I’m pretty sure there’s a cupid getting a hand job in the front row.
No, there’s still a lot of shock around her choosing to be with a reaper over a cupid, and beyond that, there might be some jealousy. I wonder if Juliet will feel shy being seen with me, or if she’s more like Love and doesn’t give a shit. I’m hoping for the latter.
Love’s friends Amore and Doe take the spot in front of us. They snuggle up close on top of the blanket with an insane amount of pillows.
How many fucking pillows did they have to scrounge together to have this event?
“You can sit here,” Love says, pointing down at the red fuzzy blanket covered in hearts. Her head turns, and she grins as she waves an arm. Death’s grip on her hips tightens as she smiles. “Juliet, there you are. You and Mors can share a spot.”
I look over at the cupid in question; she blushes but nods her head.
She’s wearing a pink sundress, and her curly hair is tucked into a messy bun as she comes to approach where I’m standing.
Juliet whacks someone with the side of her wing.
“Gods, learn how to tuck them away,” the cupid hisses.
