Things have gone downhill since new management took over. I had to reapply for my own job. Honestly.  Who else can they get as Cupid except… well, Cupid? So I’m still in place doing my best to get folks to fall in love; appropriately or otherwise.
I had an episode of it myself a while back. Never again. When you portray me you see a chubby, half-clothed cherub. And that’s how I want to stay. When I’m not working, I like to collect bugs in jars and eat candy.
Everything has to go out to tender now.  Whoever makes the cheapest, no matter how shoddy or half-finished. Take these arrows. They’re lighter than the old-style ones. Sure, they fly true enough. But they’ve got the ingredients wrong for the dipping potion. A delicate balance is the key to a successful job on my part.
I was tasked with “shooting” Sharon so that she’d fall in love with Simon. I tugged back on the string, let loose. Bingo.  A perfect shoulder shot. Her eyes lit up, pupils dilated.
She saw me. She moved towards me. She wanted me. Couldn’t help herself.
I’ve been off work since. In hiding. My wings are mostly for hovering, not longhaul escape.  I’m exhausted.