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Cupid and Psyche have a conversation. |
heart and soul how much do you love me? love's voice grazed over the ears of soul and a laugh escaped her lips as she turned her head to gaze up at him. i love you more than your heart loves the souls of all your pasts. the voice of soul breathed in a soft manner, and it was love who laughed at her this time. you are so sure i have a heart, my dear, what if you are wrong? love questioned, and one of his arms came around her to tug her closer. her eyes sparkled before she spoke to him once more. i know you have a heart, my love, because otherwise, would i truly be standing here if you did not? her final question made him pause - it was a short pause, but a pause it was, nonetheless - and when he finally replied it was with a small and shaky and nervous laugh. no, my darling, i suppose you wouldn't. mother wouldn't have let you, i think. cupid reached out and grabbed psyche by the hand, making her laugh as he started to spin her around and around and around. how much do you love me, cupid? psyche asked, resting her hands against his chest and looking up at him with curious eyes and curious lips. i love you, psyche, with all my heart, they had started to sway, back and forth, back and forth, and he spun her again. and i love you, psyche, with every ounce of my soul. for forever? she asked him, voice soft. another laugh escaped the lips of love. for as long as you want me. |