“How in the fuck? No one gets past Morticia!” Gloom asks.
“It’s a gift,” Ladybird says as she drags the cupid into the office.
“Who dares to disturb me?” Mortem asks in a deep drawl, spinning around in his office chair. He embarrassingly removes a pink feather from his shoulder with affection, and then a brown piece of fur with disgust.
“I apologize for the intrusion. But this cupid is out defaming reapers and their potential ability for love, and I thought you might want to handle the situation,” Ladybird says.
“Cupio, she’s from your realm, can’t you handle it?” Mortem asks.
“I’d like for her to live in your realm until she learns respect for different points of view,” I say.
Both Ladybird and Gloom look at me like they’re proud of me, and it has to be one of the best feelings I’ve ever had.
“No. Please. I’ll stop writing about you in the Love Report. I take it all back.”
Mortem rolls his eyes. “Morticia,” he shouts his assistant’s name.
“Yes, sir.”
“Please find a place for this one in the liaison’s office. I’m sure many reapers can benefit from learning about cupid culture,” he says.
Morticia snaps her fingers, and she and Harmony are nowhere to be seen.
“Is there anything else?” Mortem asks.
“Yeah, you have to wear a pink outfit,” Gloom whispers to Death, who groans.
“If that is all, please get the fuck out,” Mortem says.
Our large crowd leaves the Head Reaper’s office and we make our way to their main street. It’s overcast and a slow trickle starts from the sky.
“Should we head back to my place?” Gloom asks.
“I think we should,” I agree and Ladybird nods her head.
This certainly isn’t how I planned on spending my day, and I can only imagine the amount of paperwork waiting for me at my desk. But when I truly think about it, there’s really nowhere else I’d rather be.
Gloom’s place is… well… gloomy. As we walk through the dark halls of the apartment building he opens the door to his home.
It’s masculine and sleek, in a high end way, which impresses me as I walk around the space, inspecting all the little details.
“So, that was some fucking display,” Gloom says, looking smug.
I smirk as I open his top drawer, surprised at the amount of organization he has in such a small apartment.
“No one fucks with the people I care about.”
Cupio leans against the door of Gloom’s apartment, looking around like he’s deep in thought.
“Move to Cupidale with us,” Cupio blurts out, and both Gloom and I swivel our heads to look at him.
“Seriously?” Gloom asks.
“We’re all old as fuck. We’ve been around long enough to know when the real deal is in front of us. You don’t run away from it. Pack your shit, come live in my—our—big house in Cupidale. You’re already able to switch from realm to realm, and can do your job. I don’t give a fuck what Harmony said or what anyone else thinks about this relationship. I just know I can’t risk losing either of you.”
Gloom smiles, looking at the man who is eagerly choosing us.
“Well, are you going to help me pack?” Gloom asks.
