Chapter 1
She heard the fwick! of The arrow and swoosh of it flying through the air but she woke up seconds later surrounded by dark, damp, and cold air. her hair perfectly preserved on her head in a bun, and her arrow sticking out of her chest. She sighed in relief and got out of bed.
She wandered aimlessly around Sam's Manor not looking for a specific place but she still ended up in her favorite study, the one room that the ghosts allowed her to have by herself and the only room she went to at god awful hours of the night.
She sat in her chair by the window. Her bouquet of roses sat left on the table abandoned by her yesterday. She sat in her chair and soaked up the moonlight, a difference that the other ghosts found odd when she first showed up.
Pete was always there for her though. He stood up for her when she was just figuring things out, Hell he was her counselor and the reason she became one in the first place.
It was oddly comforting to see him standing over her body when she became a ghost, a hand stretched out to her like he was going to pull her to the stars but instead she was stuck in purgatory.
Later that month when she first was at the manor they discovered her powers, which happened when a very lovely couple stumbled into her and immediately started aggressively making out, everyone laughed about it when she told them and thus she gained the nickname Cupid from an enthusiastic Pete. It's been 10+ years since then and they've gained another ghost, a rather ambitious one named Trevor and Cupid honestly hates him, from the constant pick up lines and egotistical humor to the no pants situation, she is less than happy to have a new face around even if that means change, and to a ghost change is the closest thing to free will.....to choices. She's still learning everything about being a ghost but at least she has a family in the after life to help her through it.
She was just about to go back to sleep when Hetty walks in, surprised to see Cupid so peaceful she quietly sits down on the couch adjacent to her chair. When hetty looks away Cupid peaks one of her eyes open the moonlight catching it making it look like amber and honey. As fast as it opened it closes as Hetty looks back at her, studying her facial expression but after a second she gets up and is about to walk out and Cupid clears her throat like she just woke up. Hetty turns around facing her
"can you-"
she trails off the thought of hetty obeying her request dies in her throat. hetty inches closer
"what did you say"
she whispers wary of waking thorfinn and the others in the rooms surrounding them
"can you stay"
it slips out, she didn't mean to sound so desperate but the nightmares and flashbacks she faced tonight was enough to make it almost sound like a whine, they both wince, Cupid at how vulnerable she sounded and Hetty at the request for a could-be intimate moment. Anxiety filled Cupid, pooling like the blood pools under her sweater. being overly sensitive while she was a living has not paid off at all. She blurts out a thousand apologies before Hetty gets a look in her eye that says the same and she moves closer
"I will"
is all she says as she sits down closer to her than last time a look of understanding on her face, Cupid cleared her throat quietly and stood up, but hesitantly sat back down.
"Can I sit by you" she says
"I know the couch is yours when I have the chair, but I'd really prefer to be on the couch with someone I can actually touch, rather than a chair with the shaft of moonlight somewhere in between my existence" she whispered, a ghost of a smile on her lips.
"Why yes of course you can basil"
Hetty said
"you know you can always come to my room if you have trouble sleeping, we can have Sam move your chair to my windowsill"
she suggested in a hushed tone as Cupid made her way to sit next to her.
sinking into the couch like it was made of silk and not the cheap foam from her generation, perfectly at home with her(very attractive) friend by her side.
she thought about what hetty said, moving her chair. Before Hetty brought it up she had thought about it but now that it's an offer, now that it's on the table she feels queasy.
"I'll think about it"
she yawns out leaning against Hetty's shoulder sleepily,
after an hour or two (they tended to loose track of time in the preseence of each other) through her sleep like trance Cupids hand finds her way to Hettys as hetty looks at her in adornment, blushing a little when she realizes that they’re holding hands her mind wanders for a second before snapping it's focus to Cupids newly plopped head in her lap. Cupid squirms trying to get comfortable using Hetty's thighs as a pillow. Hetty blushes even more not knowing what to do. Cupid says something so quiet and almost unintelligible her hand let's go of hettys and reaches for the arrow sticking out of her, hetty could tell she was having a nightmare so she runs her fingers through Cupids hair, whispering words of comfort trying to calm her down, make her go through a different door. It eventually works but the sun shines through the window and hetty has tears in her eyes, the floor creaks and she looks up wiping the tears that never fell.
In the doorway stood Flower, her hands covered her mouth
Hetty shushes her seeing Cupid sturr at the noise
"what are you doing up so early??" Hetty whisper shouts across the room.
'I was going on a walk" she replies walking closer to them
Cupid yawns and sits up rubbing the sleep from her eyes, feeling like a new person.
"Hey flower, what are you doing in here?" She asks confused a blush subconsciously on her cheeks,
"I don't know cupi, I'm gonna go see if Sam is up" flower says as she wanders out of the room forgetting why she was there in the first place.
Hetty clears her throat which spooks Cupid
"Hi hetty, what're you doing here? Did I tell you the dream I had last night-i don't think I did, I mean I didn't, I just woke up, but you were in it and-" she rambles on before she realizes that it wasn't a dream and she definitely just had the best sleep she's had in forever on her very attractive freind's thighs.
"Uhh.."
her face is redder now, despite being dead she can still blush, Hetty smiles at the mess in front if her before promptly getting up seeing how she has Cupid wrapped around her finger she gives her a parting gift before going back to wandering the hallways. A simple gesture, she grabs Cupids chin standing above her, intimidatingly beautiful and very not like Hetty...
Cupid wakes up a gasp escaping her throat as she looks around, back in the cold, dark, and damp room she started in. Trevor still asleep on the floor.
In the other room Hetty awoke from a very similar dream, Issac's limbs cascading over her like vines, she tossed them away waking him up in the process.
She got out of bed sighing with relif when she heard Flower squealing about in the kitchen, something about a new food Jay was trying to cook.
She walked out of her room, only to be greeted with the buffoon from her dream.
Cupid ignored all eye contact from hetty, and instead of her usual good morning she found herself ignoring Hetty up until they were both confronted by Sam in the kitchen.
"Good morning Sam" Cupid breathes out putting on a smile, she finally looks at Hetty who was staring at her, waiting.
Cupid motions for them to step into the hall while the others were distracted. Hetty obliges
"Soo uhm did we have the same dream or did I pick up on the wrong signsls?" Cupid asks her, her Boston accent rough.
"I was wondering the same, except that in my dream you were the one...on top" she bites her lip, a crude gesture but cupid finds it painstakingly beautiful.
a slight blush appears on Hetty's cheeks as Cupid stares at her lips.
"Oh, wow" is all she says. A smirk plastered on her face.